Bai Ze didn't know how long it flew, the surroundings were getting colder and colder, the sky was covered with thick and dignified clouds, and snow was floating around it, it struggled to fly a few times, and finally fell to the ground weakly, curled up, and hugged Ying Long.

Ying Long didn't know when he fell into a coma, and muttered in his mouth: "Chonglou! Chonglou! He is Chonglou!"

A girl in a white robe walked in front of her, her resentful eyes fell on the vast snowfield, her tears formed into crystal ice crystals, one step at a time, one step at a time.

The snow was still falling, and a layer was spread on the ground, she faced the wind and snow, desperately wrapped her robe, and was about to continue to hurry, but the snow was so big, where could she still see the road clearly, she could only walk step by step with her memory, and the next foot seemed to be stepping on something hard, she fell, and then hugged her knees and cried.

The more she cried, the more fierce she became, as if she had been greatly wronged, and choked up:

"You stinky stone! my sister bullied me, and you bullied me too!"

She stood up and rubbed her knees, and kicked the 'stone' a few times as if angry, and the snowflakes on the 'stone' were kicked away, leaking out Ying Long's sleepy face.

The woman sat down on the ground in fright, stunned for a long time, then pressed her hand on the snow and said:

"Snow Palace—Miling Snow!"

The snow under Ying Long's body churned, holding him and Bai Ze in mid-air

The woman stared at Ying Long in astonishment and muttered, "Did you kick you to death by me?" Her hand trembled and touched Ying Long's chest, but fortunately there was a slight beat.

The woman pressed her chest and gasped with relief: "It's good that you're not dead, it's good if you're not dead!" He looked left and right, there was not even a place to rest around, she turned her head to the sleeping Ying Long: "Okay, you can only go with me!"

Ying Long was lying in the floating snowdrift, and was supported by the woman to stagger forward in the wind and snow, and his body was covered with another layer of snowflakes in a blink of an eye.

The woman carried Ying Long out of the wind and snow, walked all the way to the town, and stopped when she saw an inn, she put Ying Long and Bai Ze outside the store, took off her hood, and quietly walked to the counter.

The shopkeeper, a gray-haired old man, asked with a smile:

"Little girl, what do you want?"

The woman's snow-white hair poured down like a waterfall, she rubbed her red face, and said shyly: "Grandpa, I don't have any money to pay you, can you live in the stables here?

The old man said happily: "Well, if there is still room left tonight, I will let you stay in one, and now you will stay in the stable for a while!"

The woman pointed to the door and said, "No need, old man, there is a friend of mine outside, and we will live in the stable!"

The old man tapped his head with his fingers: "That's—that's fine!" He beckoned to the shopkeeper, and several shopkeepers dragged the unconscious Ying Long and Bai Ze into the stable, and the woman thanked her repeatedly, her stomach was already growling, but she had no money, and there was still a long way to go!

She picked up a ball of hay and covered it on Ying Long and Bai Ze, although Bai Ze was unconscious, as soon as his nose smelled the grass, he stretched out his tongue and rolled the hay into his mouth, and snorted happily.

The woman leaned against the wall, her arms clasped around her knees, her snow-white robe wrapped tightly around her body, and a moment later the shopkeeper held a tray with two steaming bowls of noodles on it.

The woman took the two bowls of noodles and thanked her repeatedly, she seemed to be hungry for a long time, picked up a bowl of noodles and devoured it, then looked at the other bowl stupidly, and hesitated: "No, it's for him, I can't eat this bowl!"

Even though she said that, her hand reached out.

Ying Long struggled to wake up and shouted, "No, no, that's mine!"

The woman's hand stopped in the air, she blushed and excused herself: "I-I'm going to serve you food, not myself!"

"Oh, by the way, what's your name?"

"Maple rain!"

Ying Long raised his hand, he took the bowl of noodles, pulled it up in a few bites, looked up and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Feng Luoyu shook his head resentfully, his eyes lowered, and fell to his feet.

Ying Long: "Where is this?"

Maple Falling Rain: "I-I don't know!"

"Did you save me?"

Feng Luoyu pursed her lips and stopped talking.

Ying Long had a bowl of noodles in his stomach, and with the strength in his body, he stood up and walked out of the stable, leaving only one sentence: "I'll go find something to eat!"

After a while, Ying Long walked back with great interest, holding the collars of several cooks in one hand and a vegetable plate with chickens, ducks and fish stacked on top of it.

Feng Luoyu couldn't refuse, and said: "The owner of this shop is very good to us, you can't do this!"

Ying Longzui tore a piece of chicken, "I'll do the work for him!"

"But I'm leaving tomorrow!"

Ying Long was stunned for a while, and then ate by himself, "Then you owe it first, and I will pay it back if I have the chance!"

Feng Luoyu nodded lightly, then picked up a piece of meat and ate it too.

Ying Long: "Where are you going?"

Feng Luoyu: "Go to the Imperial City to find someone Huang Fuxi!"

Ying Long: "What's the matter?"

Maple Rain: "Nothing—nothing?"

Ying Long: "Do you want me to accompany you?"

Feng Luoyu raised his head and looked at it, not knowing what to say for a while.

Ying Long: "Then I'll accompany you!" He swallowed a few more chickens, and with the strength in his body, he walked straight out of the grass shed, and saw that a man in the back hall was laboriously draped with firewood, he pushed the man away, and said:

"Chop wood for you, count it as my meal money!"

Ying Long took off his shirt, and the axe was swept in his hand, but he felt that he was not taking advantage of it, bent down and picked up a piece of wood, and tore it in half with both hands.

When the hill-like pyre was all split, Ying Long turned his head and said:

"Is that enough?"

The wood-splitting man was stunned in place, and he couldn't understand what Ying Long said, so he scratched his head and said, "What did you say?"

Ying Long grabbed his collar and shouted, "If it's not enough, I'll do it again, what are you fierce!" He threw away the man who chopped firewood, turned his head to carry water and vegetables, because he was attached to the dragon's great power, when everyone else was carrying water from the wooden barrel river, Ying Long held two water tanks to bring tons of living water back to the inn, and others carried vegetables in baskets, and Ying Long directly carried the carriage containing vegetables.

The shopkeeper was also frightened, and watched in horror as Ying Long went in and out, with tons of things stacked on his shoulders, and hurriedly shouted:

"Little hero, what are you doing?"

Ying Long said coldly: "I ate your food, and I will work for you as food money!"

The shopkeeper took a breath and asked Xiao Er on the side, "How much did he do?"

Shopkeeper Er: "Carrying water, chopping firewood and carrying vegetables are all months' worth of months!"

The shopkeeper stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "Is that so? Prepare a room for him and that girl!