This night is destined to not be able to sleep peacefully, since that night after getting rid of the pursuit of Zhurong's executive army, Aunt Ming has not appeared again, and that mirror looks like an ordinary ancient mirror at these times. Xiaolong tried to talk to Aunt Ming, but the only response was the cold moonlight reflected in the mirror.

On this cold and windy ice field, Xiaolong carried a huge backpack on his back and a heavy ancient mirror on his chest for several days in a row. His thin figure faltered, but he gritted his teeth and held on until this night. Surrounded by rolling hills, it's hard to climb these deadly steep slopes.

He had to pause his progress and curl up under a jutting rock, wrapped in his thick cotton coat. Luckily, it's been a long journey, and there's always some trees for him to fetch some juice and plenty of food left in his backpack, enough to refuel when he needs it most. However, the hunger and thirst of the body can be quenched, and the loneliness, emptiness and fear of the heart can be comforted by what?

"Aunt Ming, Aunt Ming, can you talk to me, don't sleep anymore." The other end of the mirror seems to be a grand hallucination, and this series of events is in this hallucination, and when Xiaolong wakes up, it is still the laughter of childhood. The so-called Aunt Ming is just an afterimage in this illusion, which cannot be touched or hoped.

"Aunt Ming, Aunt Ming......" Xiaolong called Aunt Ming's name and gradually fell asleep, he was too sleepy.

In that dream, what kept echoing was the song that Aunt Ming sang every night.

Huainan smoke and dust, the ancient road is bleak, and the cold rain is miserable. Thoughts, the first goodbye to the post station, where is the general going?

Jun Ling went north, smiling and sighing for three lives! Ask, after years of death, who will you send it to? Gu Nanyan, Gui Hong glimpsed. Oh, not for the red face, but for the king.

Yes! Xiaolong suddenly sat up in a daze, and in his dream, he went back to the road to Gonggong Fortress that day, and he felt something cold dripping on his face, it was the cold blood of his parents. He didn't dare to make a sound, and the blinding bright red covered his eyes, until a beautiful figure appeared beside him, patting him lightly on the shoulder, telling him to see the world clearly.

The little dragon wiped the moist liquid from his face, followed by slice and slice and stroking his face. Xiaolong raised his eyes and saw that in the night sky, it seemed that groups of white elves emitting a faint light flew down from the sky and landed beside him, on his body.

"Is it snowing?" The little dragon shuddered, and took out the ancient mirror from his arms, and a layer of mist condensed on it. He glanced in the mirror and opened his mouth, but never called out the name again.

The little dragon exhaled the cold air and rubbed his hands back and forth. I'm going to freeze to death here, Xiaolong thought to himself. He glanced at the ancient mirror again, and the cold mist on it cut off all life. Xiaolong polished the mirror with his sleeve, but the light was too dim for him to see whether it was Aunt Ming's pale face or his own haggard figure in the mirror.

No, I don't want to freeze to death here.

The little dragon barely stood up, and looked around, behind the thin layer of dark clouds in the sky, there was a bright white moonlight, which made the world hazy.

In this dark night, Xiaolong is alone on a journey with no end in sight. He walked with difficulty, and he didn't know how many tall and upright birches he passed, and how many prostrate rocks he had stepped on. He could only think that as long as he was still walking, he could generate heat and fight the cold. He had completely forgotten the rest of the dangers, the pursuers of the Zhurong Executive Army, who were constantly looking for the traces he had left behind.

Although he persistently walked all the way, the cold air currents brought by the howling wind over Yinzhou eventually made him walk more and more slowly. He looked back and saw that he had already left footprints on the thin snow that had gradually accumulated along the way, and that he had only been a hundred steps away from the rock he had just left.

The little dragon gasped for air, and the icy air flow passed through his windpipe and into every alveoli, tearing it apart. Unable to walk, the little dragon lay on the ground and watched the snowflakes fall on the back of his hand one by one. Unable to walk, the world suddenly became so blurry, and every tree in the woods seemed to have life in front of him, constantly shaking back and forth. The little dragon shook his head vigorously, and the stinging pain there made him sober up a little.

You can't stop, and if you stop, you'll freeze to death. What to do? Xiaolong's hands and feet were so numb that he didn't feel anything, as if a piece of solid ice was condensed on his body. The little dragon looked up with difficulty, trying to see how far it was ahead, to see how far the sky would be, and how long it would take for the sun to rise.

Xiaolong thought, he felt his head getting heavier and heavier, how much he wanted to sleep like this! In this way, there will be no more sufferings in this world, and when you sleep, there will be no more sorrows and joys, and there will be ...... in your dreams Ha, that's just a dream.

At this moment of despair, the little dragon suddenly discovered that on a hillside not far away, there was a pitch-black hole that seemed to be calling him. Such a discovery stimulated Xiaolong's nerves that were about to sleep, as if it was a shot in the arm for him. He hurriedly crawled over with his hands and feet, and then snuggled up to the rock at the edge of the cave, feeling the moist and warm air slowly flowing from the cave. This air is so invigorating. The warm current caressed Xiaolong's whole body, and he felt the power in his body seem to burn again.

The little dragon mustered up his spirit, and walked in shaking against the hard and cold stone wall. There were no five fingers in it, and he could only keep walking inside by feeling. In a short time, the stone wall arced inward, and the little dragon speculated that it had reached the inner belly of the cave.

The biting cold wind was no longer felt inside, and the temperature was much higher than outside. The little dragon groped and put down his backpack and sat down against the stone wall. He was so tired that he had been terrified all the time, and he had to endure hunger and cold. He needed an absolutely safe place where he could get a good night's sleep. He himself didn't know how long it had been since that feeling of peace of mind.

Xiaolong closed his eyes, and he saw the crystal snowflakes as if they were the catkins he saw in Jiangnan when he was a child

The sky flies. And there, Dad and Mom stood behind him, watching him chase the most beautiful one of the flying flotsam, and smiled lightly. That kind of happiness, after the catkins were soaked in bright red blood, disappeared without a trace, as if in another world.

In the dream, the dragon's breath became short, and the flying flotsam he was chasing finally landed on a woman's body. The woman sneered at him, her face was pale, her originally quiet face suddenly became hideous and terrifying, her hands tightly wrapped around Xiaolong's shoulders, and her sharp voice seemed to be transmitted from under the nine springs, "Call me Aunt Ming, why don't you call me, Xiaolong, call me Aunt Ming!" ”

The little dragon's mouth opened wide in fear, and his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound. A drop of wet blood hit his face, followed by another. The little dragon looked up and saw that the blood-colored sky was filled with a huge head, the skull was sprayed with blood, and the protruding eyeballs stared straight at the little dragon's body. Blood fell from those desperate eyes onto the dragon's face.

The little dragon's nerves collapsed at that moment, and he let out a loud cry and opened his eyes suddenly. At this time, he felt a hot air flow on his face running straight into his neck, and a fishy smell swirled around his nose, and the little dragon was too frightened to move anymore. Dad once told him that in the jungle outside Lancheng, brown bears were often seen. This animal has a brutal temperament and will attack when in danger until the enemy is completely unable to fight back. Could it be that there is also a brown bear in the jungles of Siberia who stumbled into the bear's den?

Xiaolong's whole body trembled uncontrollably, and cold sweat broke out in his vest. At this moment, the distance between him and the brown bear was only a few dozen centimeters, and the brown bear snorted heavily on his face, and the sense of crisis was like that scarface staring at him that night.

What to do this time? Aunt Ming hasn't come out since that night, she really won't help herself anymore, is she going to die?

Xiaolong's mind flashed through the past, he suddenly hated his parents, if he had listened to his mother's words, the family fled to the Gonggong Fortress, wouldn't it be good? Even if the whole family dies on the road, it is better than being alone in the belly of a bear now.

The little dragon swallowed with difficulty, and moved carefully to the side as if walking on thin ice. The bear roared suddenly, and the little dragon instinctively raised his hands to protect his head, and in the darkness, he was slammed into the stone wall on the left by the bear's paws, and he only felt a tearing pain in his left arm and back, and the whole person almost fainted.

The bear walked slowly, sniffed against the dragon's face, and let out a low roar from its mouth again. Xiaolong only felt the strong wind, but he had no strength. He could only close his eyes and greet death. Perhaps, it's okay to die here.

Suddenly, a burst of bright light bloomed from the dragon's chest, filling the entire cave in an instant. The bear was stabbed in the eye by the bright light, and the man stood up, paws on his chest, and raised his head in anger and roared.

Xiao Long squinted his eyes slightly, and he saw a beautiful figure blocking in front of him.

Aunt Ming, Aunt Ming!

The figure turned and smiled faintly at him, but suddenly fell to the ground

, curled up in pain.

"Little Dragon, kill it, I can't hold it." Aunt Ming said weakly, "Stabbing its eyes, that's the bear's death hole!" ”

The little dragon nodded, and he struggled to get up from the wall, pressing his right hand his left shoulder, and slowly walked towards the brown bear standing on the human side. The brown bear was so tall that he couldn't reach its eyes. At this time, Aunt Ming screamed in pain again. Xiaolong looked back and saw that the corners of Aunt Ming's mouth were already bloodshot, and her delicate face was as haggard as ashes.

Under the strength of Aunt Ming, the brown bear slowly lay down, meekly resting its head on its paws, as if waiting for the little dragon to kill it.

(End of chapter)

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