Father! The little dragon urged the spell, and the long sword slowly moved forward, on this road with no end in sight.

"It's a lot faster than a horse." Aunt Ming's voice came out of Xiaolong's arms, with melancholy, "If I can have such a thing at that time, I will definitely be able to catch up with him......"

Aunt Ming's voice was cut off here, and the two were silent. The long sword faced the white mist that permeated the eastern and western mountains, all the way north.

They had traveled about three hundred kilometers before the sword stopped in the middle of a birch forest. The little dragon breathed deeply, and the pungent cold current poured into his nasal passages, which made him feel extremely awake.

"I can't do it anymore." Xiaolong said.

"So what to do?" Aunt Ming didn't know what that meant.

"You can only walk with a long sword." There was no emotion in Xiaolong's words. He gently touched the blade of the sword, there were traces of his father's touch, and some of them even had the lines on the handle polished. Finally, Xiaolong took off the demon-slaying pestle that hung behind the long sword and put it around his neck, and his father always hung the demon-slaying pestle on the long sword. The man who gave it to his father said that the demon pestle could remove all evil obstacles, and his father used it to bless the family, but in the end, he and his mother were not saved.

Hope it blesses me. The little dragon thought and stepped down from the long sword, and the little dragon carried the package on his back and walked towards the depths of the forest.

The clear moon in the sky hung over the canopy of the tall birch trees, revealing a human-shaped shadow, like a night spirit prostrate on the ground. The winter days here are shorter than those of Lancheng, and the night engulfs the world early, and the North Star in the sky is the only light pointing north.

The little dragon made a fire, and the red tongue of fire swallowed it, and the birch branches inside were crackled. The little dragon shivered in front of the fire wrapped in a cashmere blanket, and kept exhaling white mist from his mouth, obscuring the dark shadows of the longing woods in front of him.

The dragon took out a piece of dried meat from his backpack, then cut a cut in the birch tree next to him with his knife, and took a little juice from the kettle. He was about to eat, when he suddenly thought of something, swallowed his saliva, took out the mirror, and said, "Aunt Ming, we have been away all day, you can come out and eat something." ”

"You eat, Aunt Ming is not hungry." Aunt Ming's voice is still so pleasant, like in the frozen stream, the crisp sound of spring water suddenly appears.

"You," Xiaolong licked his cold lips, "don't you need to eat?" ”

"Hehe, silly boy, we are also human beings, and we also have to eat, but we have a long way to go, and we don't know how long we have to walk, can we save a little is a little, do you have water, I want to drink some water." Aunt Ming said.

"Hmm." Xiaolong held the kettle, but he didn't know what to do, "Aunt Ming, you, how can I give it to you?" ”

Aunt Ming's crisp laughter came again: "Put it next to the mirror." ”

The little dragon stuffed the kettle into his clothes, and the cold, piercing feeling swept through his entire body. He covered it for a moment, then took out the kettle, which still had his body temperature on it. He put the kettle and the mirror together, only to see the kettle disappear in place, and a faint sobbing came from the mirror, and Aunt Ming said, "Thank you, child."

”

Xiaolong tore open the dried meat, he opened his mouth wide and wanted to bite hard, but he was stunned, he licked his lips, took a small bite gently, and chewed carefully. He felt a parchment in his throat, and leaned over to the birch tree. The cut had already been covered with a thin layer of ice, and he cut another one, then leaned in and sucked hard.

At this moment, a faint voice came from the mirror, "It's so sweet, and, it's warm." ”

The little dragon did not move, but clung to the birch bark, and the sap flowed down his throat in large clusters, and his tears could not stop flowing.

Aunt Ming seemed to feel Xiaolong's crying, she didn't speak again in the mirror, but waited quietly.

"I slept." Xiaolong finally let go of his mouth, perhaps from overexertion, his teeth sour. He wrapped the cashmere blanket tightly, leaned against the fire and gently closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and the tears that were still hanging on them were now frosty.

Suddenly, the sound of a large bird flapping its wings came from the clear night sky. The little dragon opened his eyes suddenly, and through the cracks in the branches, he saw a huge bird carrying a group of people and gradually approaching this way! The little dragon froze in place, not daring to move, but the fire in front of him was still jumping happily.

"Put out the fire!" Aunt Ming urged in a low voice.

Xiaolong woke up at this time, he quickly extinguished the fire, and the remaining sparks were still struggling unwillingly. The little dragon stared at the night sky with bated breath, feeling the people sweeping back and forth around him.

A scarred face poked out of the plane's door, holding an ancient disc in his hand that showed a direction trembling rapidly westward. The mouth on the face crooked by the scar turned up slightly.

"Caught." Bafa smirked.

"Chasing?" Mr. Wu asked in a low voice.

"No, it's just a bear, they're down there." Bafa handed the ancient plate to Mr. Wu. Mr. Wu picked up the binoculars and looked at it, and his heart was clear.

They fell to the ground, and he saw the scarlet fire at a glance. He walked over slowly, crouched down, and examined it closely.

Mr. Wu motioned for the twenty-two Guardians behind him to stand by, and he walked over to Bafa's side, bowing his head and waiting for instructions.

Bafa seemed to be lost in thought, and from time to time he raised his head and looked around, his mouth slugging.

"What did you find, my lord?" Mr. Wu said respectfully.

"Ahh Bafa dragged out a long tail note, and he motioned with his head to Mr. Wu to look at the ground.

Mr. Wu shone a flashlight with a bright flashlight, and a series of footprints were hidden behind a birch tree in the direction of their west.

"Escaped?" Mr. Wu asked respectfully again, and motioned for the Guardians behind him to disperse.

"Wait!" Bafanu mouthed, but his body did not move, still looking around.

Mr. Wu waited quietly until Bafa walked to a birch tree. Bafa looked at the birch tree carefully, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Venerable, come out."

This birch tree is in a very strange position, next to another one, like a pair of snuggled mother and child, a large birch

Use your own canopy to shelter your children from the wind and rain.

Mr. Wu seemed to understand, and he was overjoyed, and motioned for the others to surround the two birches.

Again, Pafa pretended to be respectful and said, "Venerable, come out, the Prophet needs you." There was a look of disdain on his face.

The two trees stood still as if they were coiled roots and solid rocks, except for the branches and leaves at the top of the trees rustling from the cold current.

The encirclement was shrinking step by step, and the expression behind each hood was not clear. Bafa and Mr. U were still waiting respectfully, but at that moment, a boy's scream was heard in the distance, and it reached the ears of everyone present. Everyone looked in one direction, and there was a loud roar of bears.

"Hey, take someone over there." Bafa ordered Mr. U.

Mr. Wu quickly picked twelve guardians and quickly disappeared into the darkness. Bafa paced back and forth around the two birch trees, scratching his head from time to time, the confusion in his eyes flashing away.

"Venerable, I know this is your illusion, come out, we will definitely not embarrass that child, we can let him go, and even, we can send him to the fortress of His Royal Highness Gonggong, a small human being is no different from an ant for us, and has no value."

The response to Bafa was still only a rustling of the wind, and he waited a long time. Suddenly, there was a fierce fight in the west.

"Hmph, you don't want to make an inch!" The shouts of the people in the east are getting weaker and weaker, but the roars of the bears are getting stronger and stronger. There were screams over there.

Bafa appointed one of the Guardians to stay, and he took the remaining nine and hurried east. The remaining Guardian silently drew his saber and approached the birch. However, when he walked to the tree, he suddenly laughed strangely. He raised his knife gracefully, like a wine cup.

He quietly turned, then bent down, raised his left hand flat, saluted the birch tree, and finally killed himself with his sword. During this period, there was not a single sound, like a lonely dance party, and there would be no applause.

The little dragon curled up on the ground, gasping for air. The corpse in front of him, the blood flowing from the back of his neck gradually froze, showing a strange crystal in the moonlight, shining with moon-white light.

"Run, they'll find out soon." Aunt Ming's slender body was lying on the ground, and she said with a weak look.

"Aunt Ming......" Xiaolong stood in place and didn't know what to do.

"Don't go north, the prophet has seen me, let's go east......" Aunt Ming couldn't say any more, her pale face froze in this cold night, and she could only gather the last trace of strength and disappear into the mirror little by little.

"Aunt Ming......" However, the mirror never heard back at all. Xiaolong put on his backpack and carefully protected the vanity mirror on his chest, then picked up the knife on the ground and walked towards the east without looking back. Facing east all the time, will you see the sun earlier?

After a long time, Scarface Bafa returned with a group of people. They saw their companion lying on the ground with a strange smile on his face, and the moon was shining

Inside the hood, the smile has long been frozen.

Bafa looked up to the sky in annoyance and roared, where are the slightest footprints on this frozen ground! I saw that his head was suddenly covered with black hair, and sharp teeth appeared from his protruding lips, constantly dripping with saliva. He opened his mouth wide and bit the birch tree at the waist!

Mr. Wu and the other Guardians buried their heads in their heads and did not dare to look at him, and Bafa hated it most when others looked at him when he transformed.

After a long time, the naked Buffa revealed his strong physique as a demon, and he coldly glanced at everyone in front of him, until he was sure that they had been burying their heads, and then he said fiercely, "Find them, they will definitely leave clues!" Bafa twisted the bones in his neck with a clatter.

They all knew that the woman had angered the man known as the Cold-Faced Demon King. If it weren't for the co-workers who had been wooing her, she would have faced death in the next moment.

(End of chapter)

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