Under the surging of the snow, my body was slowly pulled upwards by the huge force wrapped in this electric light, and my whole body swelled with bursts of numbness. The currents shuttled back and forth in several of my acupuncture points, indescribably comfortable.

As I continued to rise, my toes finally broke free from the swamp, and my whole body was lifted up by the peachwood dagger, like a helicopter, away from the huge, muddy white snow, and landed beside the fat man.

The electric light dissipated, and my body went limp, and I fell into the snow. The peachwood dagger in my hand was cold, and as I fell, the electric light on it instantly became weak and invisible. And the fat man's eyes were full of light, and his body seemed to be out of strength, falling backwards.

Neither of us spoke, gasping for breath in the thick snow like two dead dogs, and white air gushing from our mouths.

My body was still stiff, and it took me a long time to recover from the soreness, and I moved my limbs to roll over from the snow and sit up, until I felt like my whole body was collapsed.

Glutinous rice dumplings came out of my chest, floating in the air and shaking their heads and tails proudly, and the eyes of the two black beans flashed one after another, as if they were asking for credit.

I grabbed this little clever trick and kissed it hard! Don't drop the chain at the critical moment, it's really like me!

I'm a bit of a person with mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, and I can't help but want to touch the fleshy pimple on the little guy's cheek.

The glutinous rice dumplings knew that I had bad intentions, and in a blink of an eye, they escaped my clutches and re-entered my body.

The little one giggled, looked very happy, and then fell silent again. I had an electrocardiogram with it, and naturally I understood that it thought of a little stinky fart, and I couldn't help but feel sentimental in my heart.

I secretly swore that when I found Manager Sang, even if it was a tiger chair and chili water, I would let him tell the whereabouts of the little stinky fart after exhausting the ten tortures, and if I couldn't tell the reason, I would let him pay for the little girl's life!

How many lives this guy has killed for his own interests, and how many people's blood has been stained on his hands, I'm afraid it is not enough to be killed and chopped thousands of times!

The fat man also sat up from the ground, looking at this panting like a cow, my dear Comrade Liu Dazhuang, the joy in my heart was indescribable, and I slapped him on the thigh with a backhand.

He praised him for his strength, and asked him what kind of advanced method this was, which could carry things in the air and transport them by air.

The fat man cleaned up the peach wood dagger on the snow, smiled a little twistedly, and said that where he was powerful, it was Tu Lao's "Mingduan Lingzhu" that was powerful, and he was just learning from the gourd painting.

Tu Lao? What Tu Lao? It's the thousand-year-old demon spirit in the fat man's body, that old madman Tu Tianchen?!

It's okay, fat man, you are really short-handed, and even the title is different in the blink of an eye!

I just wanted to ask clearly, but I saw that the fat man who had a lewd face suddenly sat upright, touching his chin and beard without half a beard in the air, and his face was full ......of anger: "Ho ho ho The children can be taught, and they ......"

This tone, this embarrassing gesture of putting on a pen is not an old madman, who else could it be!

I said in my heart that this old demon spirit has been seeing the dragon all day long, and I haven't heard his voice since he came out of the treacherous world, and I thought he was a charlatan!

I think so, but after all, the thousand-year-old demon spirit is a rare master in the Six Realms, and I took advantage of this opportunity to quickly pat myself on the back, respectfully call his predecessor, and ask him how to crack the picture scroll illusion in front of him.

Fatty, no! It was the old demon spirit who gave me a blank look, as if the question I asked was quite mentally retarded, and his mouth was still full of strong pen taste: "Why ask me when you have an epiphany?" Figure it out for yourself......"

His words stunned me, and I didn't know what the so-called epiphany was. Could it be that "the way of heaven dictates that there must be a way to crack it" that I just thought of?

The fat man shuddered, his voice changed back, and asked me what Tu Lao said just now.

I'm so angry, I dare to love you old madman and really pretend to be a big-tailed wolf, you might as well not say half a word! The thousand-year-old demon spirit is like this, and so is Lord Bai, I don't know if it's the style of the master's speech.

I rolled my eyes and briefly told the fat man. The fat man was also at a loss when he heard this, and pointed to the seven or eight daisies next to him and said, this thing is a warning at most, where can it be called a way to crack it?

I also shook my head and smiled bitterly, not knowing what the old madman meant by that.

But then again, since the thousand-year-old demon spirit possession, the fat man's growth can be called a rapid progress, and he is obviously the same as before in terms of physical skills, endurance and explosiveness.

Especially after getting this lightning strike peachwood dagger and learning the "Mingduan Lingzhu", the spell cultivation that was originally a short board has also become more and more sophisticated.

Although he practiced kung fu since he was a child, he was not like me, and he had a gradual process of world cognition, true qi, mudra, etc., but he went off the rails, and now he is a qualified cultivator.

Thinking back to the underground labyrinth taught by the maids that day, he could easily see that the murals on the walls of the mechanism were gossip diagrams, and in the col last night, his body warmed up even faster than mine, not losing the power of glutinous rice dumplings.

Objectively, in terms of all-round combat quality, the current fat man is not only not inferior to me, but has a great tendency to catch up and surpass me and throw me away.

This has the credit of practicing the foundation since childhood and the innate yin eye, but I believe that it is more because of the excellent understanding and the innate cultivation material.

It seems that it really responds to the sentence "Master leads the door, and the cultivation is in everyone", and the mystery of many things still needs to be understood by oneself, and it is useless for others to say more.

The two of us have lived and died several times, and that friendship has long been far more than that of brothers, but I can't hold the team back, right?! I want to stop competing in secret, and I say that I must work harder to become stronger.

We looked around, and the place we were at looked like a huge snow hill, and everywhere we could see was bare, white.

The wind and snow have stopped, and the sky is blue and the sun is clear.

I don't know how, but I always feel like something has changed here. But the snow was still thick, the same as before, but I felt weird, and I don't know where this feeling came from.

I got up from the ground with the fat man and walked along the heavy snow, and as soon as I reached the edge of the snow hill, I once again confirmed my suspicion.

At this moment, we are indeed standing on a huge snow hill, but the surrounding scenery has changed unconsciously!

The towering, endless ice peaks and snow-capped mountains have disappeared, and what we see is a typical hilly terrain.

The ground was covered with snow, but the ground was undulating. These ups and downs are not large, but they are in stark contrast to the white snowy flats that have been before.

What is even more puzzling is that in these rolling hills, about a few miles in front of us, there is a lush pine forest with no end in sight......