This is...... Swamp?! That's the first reaction that comes to mind.

But this is a vast snowfield, how can there be a swamp in the snowfield?!

I began to panic, and while struggling to pull my hands together, I looked at the little stinky fart in front of me in confusion, but my heart suddenly chuckled!

The little girl in front of me was close to me, she was still so petite, her body was like a thin mist, but the expression on her face had changed.

She's laughing!

In the days of getting along day and night, I have seen the little stinky fart smile countless times, some naughty laughter, some happy laughter, and some teasing laughter. These smiles are like my light in the dark, the warm sun in spring, and the spice of life.

But I had never seen her smile like this, and it was full of mockery and viciousness, like a cold knife stabbing at me.

As the smile condensed, the face of the little stinky fart also changed silently, it was a beautiful but cold face, I had never seen it before.

It's not a little stinky fart at all!

I was shocked, and my whole body was cold. In an instant, the muscles that had begun to stiffen due to soreness twitched more obviously, and the whole body seemed to begin to fall rapidly......

A giggling chuckle sounded, and as soon as the figure of the little stinky fart dispersed, a cloud of white gas floated out, and in the blink of an eye, it was suspended in mid-air.

I saw that this white shadow was like a thin mist, vague, but the lines outlined around the body were extremely clear, and it was easy to tell from the figure that it was a young woman.

She seemed to be swimming in the air, slowly swaying her graceful body, and under the already bright sky, there was a faint blue light all around her, like an ice sculpture, and like a strange mermaid.

A pair of seductive eyes, glowing with a cold cold light, were staring at me playfully......

A woman in such a form...... Could it be the legendary Snow Demon?

In folklore and countless village monsters, whether it is the ocean, the forest, or the valley and snow, there are stories of all kinds of monsters.

It is said that during the voyages of sailors, they would always encounter a humanoid monster in the deep sea. These monsters chant melodious songs, have powerful vocalities, and hallucinate the sailors one by one to drown in the sea.

There are also often young women in the forest, who can transform into rare animals, and lead hunters to the depths of the old forests in the mountains, and never be found.

In the valleys along the southwestern border of our country, there will also be a kind of women called "cave girls" by the locals, who claim to be married to mountain gods, often without covering their bodies, and lead strangers into caves to eat.

Snow Demons, on the other hand, appear in the vast snowy fields, vicious and skilled in illusion, often abducting tourists and children before knowing where they are taken.

In the vast and sparsely populated Nordic region, the image of the snow demon is even more popular, and even often appears in various news and reports.

Legend has it that these women are the product of resentful spirits, who have a grudge against humanity for their own misery and are waiting for an opportunity to take revenge.

Based on my current understanding, the so-called kraken is likely to be an adult East China Sea merman, and I have only heard of the forest girl, the cave girl, and the snow demon that appeared in front of me, and I don't know what is going on.

My body was sinking rapidly, and I was scrambling to save myself.

The glutinous rice dumplings in his body were chirping, and his voice was full of grievances, obviously very sad for my ignorance just now.

It started to exert its strength, constantly pouring its own power into my limbs, but it didn't work.

The numbness of the hands and feet and the twitching of the muscles gradually stopped, but the surrounding area was bare, and there was nothing to cling to. There is nowhere to use it, and there is a sense of helplessness that I can't find the temple door with a pig's head.

I also regretted my carelessness just now, and said that I have experienced so many hardships and obstacles since I entered the industry, why I am still trapped by love at the critical moment, and I feel uneasy when I think of the little girl.

But at this moment, it is too late to say anything.

I was in a hurry, as if to please the snow demon floating in mid-air, as she roamed above my head, giggling constantly.

The laughter was melodious but vicious, and they came and went, wrapped in a cold wind that came at me from all directions, and made my heart numb.

This snow demon is really hateful, and the appearance of transforming into a little stinky fart has led me into this unknown snow swamp trap, and its heart is damned!

Thinking of the little girl, I was holding back a fire in my heart and had nowhere to vent, so I simply knotted my hand and couldn't move the seal of the king of Ming, and shot it towards the snow demon in mid-air.

Two black flames burst out of my palms in an instant, instantly crushing the mist-like figure of the snow demon in the air.

The snow demon's sneer was endless, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed from the dissipated mist, staring at me coldly, as if it hadn't hurt me at all.

I was deflated and knew I had run out of options. Although this snow demon doesn't attack me, she is like a mass of qi, not an ordinary weird spirit state, and she has no way to attack.

My body continued to sink downward, and the despair in my heart grew greater.

Perhaps seeing that my life was about to be lost, the snow demon quickly lost interest after wandering in the air for a few more laps, and with a sneer, his figure disappeared into the distance immediately.

The cold had begun to spread to my waist, and soon my thighs and assbones were frozen to the point of losing consciousness.

I twisted my body with difficulty, looked around, and finally noticed a small patch of young daisies on a piece of snow-covered ground not far away.

It's May, and it's the daisy blooming season. They love a shady climate and at the same time love the sun, and they can be found all over the field when they are in full bloom. But the rough appearance in this bare snowfield still feels a little unreal.

As far as the eye can see, there are only seven or eight of them, and the burnt yellow cores are like beans, and they look cold and deserted under the dense white petals, revealing a sense of tenacity and stubbornness.

The snow here is so thick that it easily covers the stems and leaves of the daisies, and on the surface of the snow, only blooming flowers remain, like embellishments in the boundless expanse, rippling slightly under the cold wind.

If you look closely, the place where these seven or eight daisies grow is at the boundary between the dark white swamp and the pure white snow around me, as if it were a less conspicuous marker.

I sighed in my heart.

It is said that the way of heaven dictates it, whether it is an illusion or a strange array or the picture scroll you are in at the moment, as long as there are fog traps and traps, there will inevitably be a way to crack it, just to see if you have the heart to observe, just like these daisies.

But who doesn't know the truth that the authorities are obsessed with bystanders, the so-called concern is chaotic, and when it comes to the critical moment, who can not be trapped and moved by love? In the red dust, who is exempt from vulgarity?

The cold spread to my chest and made it difficult for me to breathe.

I could feel that as my body gradually sank into the snow swamp, my connection with the glutinous rice dumplings in my body became weaker and weaker, and I was about to lose it.

I was afraid that the little one would also suffer misfortune, so I hurriedly used my last strength to contact it, telling it to leave me alone and run for its life.

The glutinous rice dumplings swished out of my body, and without answering, they flew into the distance.

Watching the little guy disappear, I let out a long sigh of relief and raised my hands as high as I could. Although this gesture may seem like a hand of surrender, it is the last glimmer of hope in my heart.

There is a saying that "the dead bird is facing upward", my frightened half of my body has lost consciousness, and the bird is out of control, so use the finger instead, especially the middle finger......