Time passed slowly, and large snowflakes fell from the sky.

In less than a moment, layers of snow were piled up on Fang Mo's body.

And in front of him, the corpses of the slaughterers were gradually disintegrating.

In the beginning, the Slayer was carbonized in small bits, but as time went on, the rate was accelerating.

Call!

A strong cold wind blew, not only the snowflakes on the trees next to it fell, but the corpse of the slaughterer in front of him also completely dissipated.

All that remained was a faint blue light, and a flower that was extremely bright but not too bright.

The flowers as a whole are blue and glowing, like a blue enchantress, blooming under the snowy night.

The stamens of the blue flowers shine with blue light.

Burst!

It seemed to be a fart sound, and its brilliance quickly converged, and little by little, the blue light began to fade.

Eventually, the flower turned snow-white.

Looking at such a magical scene, Fang Mo was amazed in his heart, and then cautiously wanted to touch this snow-white little flower with his hand.

It's only the size of a little thumb, and the rhizome is less than two centimeters, which looks so strange.

He touched it.

A cold sensation spread throughout his body in an instant, from where his fingers touched the flowers, followed by something like ice crystals that began to climb up his palm.

The appearance of this scene made a bad thought rise in his heart.

He was about to retract his hand, but he felt a huge suction force appear from the flower.

At this time, the biggest feeling for him was that this white little flower seemed to have turned into a high-power vacuum cleaner in an instant, bursting out with extreme suction.

He tried to withdraw his palm, but found that it was a simple wish to do so.

"Oops!"

"Nothing will happen, will it?"

Looking at the ice crystals that were spreading on his palm, and the snow-white lines that began to climb on his arms, Fang Mo's face changed.

Became a little flustered.

It's inherently weird, and it doesn't look like a good thing.

He is now starting to regret it.

If he had known, he would never have touched it so easily.

For now, you can only pull your hand back, but it is very difficult to do this.

The other hand could still move, but he didn't dare to touch it with the other hand, in case both hands were sucked by this thing, it would really be over.

"That's not good!"

"If a monster or zombie appears at this time, I'm afraid I'll confess here."

"By the way, how disoptimistic you are about me, why didn't you tell me how to use the opportunity in the first place?"

Fang Mo began to mumble.

He felt that he could have received this opportunity in his hands, but because Ye Chengcheng did not tell him how to accept it, it was now completely finished.

Of course.

Blaming is absolutely not enough, just a little bit of resentment.

The source of resentment is naturally because of men's self-esteem.

But he soon recovered, and said to himself in his heart: "Haha, I guess Allure didn't get a chance at the beginning, right?" So she doesn't know how to deal with it? ”

Thinking of this, his mood relaxed a lot.

That's when it ......

Click.

A faint cracking sound was heard.

Fang Mo hurriedly focused his attention on the small flower.

Now, no matter how stupid he is, he knows that the mutation of this little flower is probably not over yet.

As if in response to his thoughts, there was more cracking on the little flower.

In the snow and ice.

It blooms in the wind and snow.

In the cold wind.

It stood proudly, and the ever-increasing suction force was even more urging Fang Mo's hand to get closer, closer, and closer......

Click!

Click!

Its entire body began to shatter.

At this moment, this little flower, a snow-white flower, began to be covered with very wonderful cracks, and the cracks seemed to be vitality, and under the dark night, there was some kind of strange faint light.

At first it was blue, but it soon turned red, and eventually it turned pure white.

Whoa!

Bang!

At the moment when the little flower shattered, Fang Mo sat down in the back because he was too hard, and his back made an incomparably intimate contact with a big tree, and he hit it fiercely.

Before he could call out, the little flowers in front of him turned into dots of light and began to swirl in the wind and came to him.

Puff puff!

I don't know if it's an illusion, but when the fragments began to touch his body, he suddenly felt as if his skin had been punctured.

But when I opened my clothes, I found nothing, the pores were still so tiny, and the skin was still so firm and hard.

The fragments of the white flowers, accompanied by the wind, fell on his clothes.

They seemed to have a living force, and in a resolute and powerful gesture, they burrowed into his clothes and then landed on his skin.

Itchy!

It's itchy!

Fang Mo only had such a feeling at this time.

But he didn't dare to scratch it, and said jokingly: "I don't have symptoms of pollen allergies, itching shouldn't happen to me......"

However, more intense itching began to appear in various parts of his body, especially under the flesh, as if thousands of ants were crawling in and out.

His face distorted in an instant.

This kind of torture made him a little unbearable.

Fortunately, his will was very strong, and for a short moment, he suppressed the hand that wanted to scratch, and then gritted his teeth and stood still.

Soon, he found out.

Most of the places on the body that feel itching are under the tolerance of clothes, that is, the warmest place, but the skin that is red on the outside is not so itchy.

This is......

"Let me run?"

He didn't dare to imagine it, but the constant tingling sensations on his body made him have to take off his already not thick clothes one by one.

Then, the cold wind began to wreak havoc on all parts of his body.

For a short moment, he didn't feel the slightest itching, but an extreme comfort began to come out from all parts of his body, especially in the blood under the flesh, it seemed that tens of millions of massagers were being installed, and they were constantly activating their power.

He stood naked in the ice and snow world, and the snowflakes that fell from time to time fell on all parts of his body.

Cold is not cold.

It's just that this posture is a little too shy.

He carefully observed the surroundings, but fortunately he didn't see the slightest other figure, otherwise, he would really go crazy directly.

After the itching, Shu Shuang gradually receded, followed by a wave of hunger coming from his stomach.

He didn't eat much tonight, and it was too easy to support such an event.

However, at this time, Fang Mo felt that his stomach was burning.

The food inside seemed to have turned into some kind of power that he didn't know in an instant, spreading to his entire body.

Gollum!

When the protest finally came, his stomach began to move, making loud noises that seemed to resist his coping by not eating.