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Di Xinyao carefully observed the surrounding situation, and the mountains and rivers everywhere, including the ground, were all black and white.

If it weren't for the three of them really stepping on this land, no one would have dared to believe that there really is such a single place in the world.

Having said that, Di Xinyao still felt that the world here was extremely exquisite, and the whole world was like a detailed ink painting.

The surrounding black earth contrasts with the white snow and ice, and the world of mountains and rivers is beautifully painted with these two simple colors.

But the strangest thing is that in such a beautiful world, there is a feeling of oppression, and the three of them have not seen a single creature since they came here.

"It's so beautiful here, but why doesn't anyone show any signs of it?"

Di Xinyao was puzzled by this, and turned around to check around here, but there was nothing superfluous except black and white or black and white.

Jareth and Little Red Riding Hood agreed, and they couldn't even find any traces of people, so how could they know the whereabouts of the swan ice feather.

"Yes, or let's go ahead and look for it, Chana said that the swan ice feathers are occupied by the penguin clan here, maybe they live closely, and they haven't reached their habitat yet."

Di Xin Yao snorted and then led the two of them to continue walking, using his senses all the time along the way, hoping to find the traces of the creature in time.

Suddenly, Di Xinyao heard a small sound behind the surrounding snowdrifts, which was not at all like the sound of falling snow, but like someone stepped on it with his feet.

Di Xin Yao led the two of them to walk over there pretending to be unintentional, and then when they were about to approach the snowdrift, Di Xin Yao began to talk nonsense again, hoping to distract the person behind the snowdrift.

Then when there was a sound behind the snowdrift, Di Xinyao quickly lay on the snowdrift and grabbed the person behind the snowdrift who made the sound.

That snowdrift was huge, and there would have been some behemoth hidden behind it, but when Di Xinyao checked his hand, he found that it was only a small penguin that was not yet arm-long.

No wonder you can't see any creatures after walking so far, this little penguin is covered in black and white, and blends in with this ink-painted world.

Moreover, the little penguins are small in stature, so hiding behind this huge snowdrift is naturally even more difficult to detect.

The little penguin was caught in Di Xinyao's hands, and looked at the three tall people in front of her with a pitiful look, her eyes were full of fear.

A pair of big black round eyes kept flickering, as if if if they were about to cry if they caught her for a while, and their eyes were full of misty moisture.

Seeing such a cute little guy, Di Xinyao naturally couldn't bear to hold her in his hands anymore, so he switched ways and held her in his arms.

This little penguin is not as fluffy as Lisy the Rabbit, although this little penguin does not have so much hair on its body, it still has small fine hair, and it feels different to the touch.

And the little penguin is still young, doesn't know anything, and won't feel strange like others, so Di Xinyao can fiddle with the little penguin at will.

The little penguin was tossing back and forth in Di Xinyao's arms, and her small eyes were still vigilant.