On the Kunlun Mountain, under the Goddess Peak, the West Queen Mother is in the deep valley of Yaochi.

A bonfire burning from the locust branches, drying out soaked clothes. Qin Beiyang left the jacket and leather jacket to Katya, and he only wore shoulders and pants. Putting on the clothes of a human being, he broke away from the unclothed world of beasts, and Qin Beiyang became a humble gentleman to Katya again, and he didn't look at it if he was rude.

Qin Beiyang walked towards the ice cube between the cracks in the rocks, and Jiu Xue spit out a glass fireball to illuminate it—a person was sealed in the ice.

A man.

Dressed in loose linen clothes with a belt around his waist, long black hair draped over his shoulders, a scarlet hairband on his forehead, and bare feet. He was tall and strong, and he was a giant in ancient times. He is the same age as Qin Beiyang, with an oriental face, three-dimensional but not abrupt, well-proportioned facial features, and a collarbone on his shoulder. The skin of his lips remained bloody, and he didn't look like a dead man.

Qin Beiyang remembered the god Odin in the ice coffin, and the ice burial ancients in the ice cave of the mammoth in the Outer Xing'an Mountains.

Icemen in prehistoric times?

No, looking at this person's dress, he has entered the bronze civilization, most likely in the same era as the Queen Mother of the West and King Mu of Zhou three thousand years ago.

"He's beautiful."

At some point, Katya walked behind him. She looked directly at the man in the ice cube - no matter by the standards of any nation or era, it was pleasing to the eye, but not bewitchingly beautiful. He has a temperament that cannot be described in words, as if it is not something that humans can have.

Unable to help it, the White Russian beauty put the palm of her hand on the ice cube and put it on the lips of the iceman.

The palms of her hands transmit the heat of the woman, the unfulfilled desires of the woman. Little by little, the heat seeped into the ice, and also into the ice cubes, the man's lips, and his heart.

The ice has its first cracks.

Qin Beiyang twisted his eyebrows, and when dozens of gaps appeared on the ice cubes, it was like the ice cracked glaze that began with Song porcelain, and the lines were brilliant and dazzling, and then there was a danger of falling apart. He grabbed Katya's arm and stepped back.

The man in the ice opened his eyes.

Jiu Shi vigilantly raised his antlers, and the entire ice melted and burst, and fragments of solid ice flew sideways in Qin Beiyang's ears.

The man in the ice slowly raised his arm, took a step forward with his left leg, and stepped firmly into the snow.

He looked at Qin Beiyang and Katya, his dark eyes were a little puzzled, and he tilted his neck slightly, looking at this pair of "future" men and women.

Unlike the usual corpses, they are either stiff and slow or rough and ferocious. His movements are quite light and flexible, his arms are constantly changing strange postures, and his legs are constantly moving, left and right, forward and backward, unpredictable. The most agile thing is the eyes, as if they can speak, reminiscent of Ah You's eyes.

All kinds of performances show that he is not a soulless corpse.

A locust tree, a peach tree, are 3,000 years old. And the man locked in the ice is probably the same age as these two big trees. Katya hid behind Qin Beiyang in fear, and looked into the eyes of the iceman

Suddenly, the iceman opened his red lips and sang a song melodiously: "Yu Huangwu King, no competition." King Yunwen Wen, after Kekai. The heir was accepted by the martial arts, and the victory was to contain Liu, and the elders were determined. ”

It is still the accent of the Queen Mother of the West, which ordinary people can't understand, but fortunately, Qin Beiyang can recite 300 articles of the "Book of Songs", and immediately connected with the verses of "Zhou Song Wu" - 3,000 years ago, singing the dance music of King Wu of Zhou.

Qin Beiyang took Katya's hand, retreated to the bonfire of the big peach tree, and told Jiu Se to be calm and quietly, and quietly watch the iceman sing and dance, as if a bronze chime band was playing in his ears.

"He's like an ice prince."

Katya described him in terms of Russian habits. Although the iceman is a Han man, his actions have the power of the Hu people, he plays the role of King Wu of Zhou, crosses Mengjin in the north, gathers 800 princes, crusades against the king of Shang, and becomes Jiang Taigong, smashes the dynasty and changes the dynasty. In the third paragraph, Song Kai returned to Hojing. In the fourth paragraph, the rebellion of Wugeng in the East was pacified. In the fifth paragraph, one dancer plays two roles, Zhou Gong guards the east, and Zhao Gong guards the west. In the last paragraph, the world is silent, and the princes are peaceful.

The Iceman finished singing and jumped up to them, staring blankly into Katya's eyes.

There was a magic in his eyes that made women intoxicated and men embarrassed. He held out his hand. She hesitated for a few seconds, then reached out. His fingers were soft and flexible, but they were as cold as a dead man. He danced with Katya, as if he had clockwork in his body, and made all kinds of difficult movements, lifting her high, as if an ice ballet threw his female companion into the sky 360 degrees and caught her firmly.

Qin Beiyang was at a loss, and even jealous. A moment ago, Katya was still wrapped around herself, almost breaking through the last line of defense, and now she was fascinated by this man from 3,000 years ago?

There was snow in the sky again. Light and shadow intertwined. The iceman put her down and kissed the white Russian beauty on her red lips tenderly.

A gunshot rang out.

Twentieth-century bullets, Russian-made bullets, carried a violent impact and crashed into the temples of the Iceman.

There was no blood splattered, no brains spilled, but the skull had been blown out—the head of three thousand years ago, all that was left was a bare neck cavity.

Headshot a centimeter away, Katya screamed in horror and fell, clutching her head. Qin Beiyang pulled out the Tang knife and rushed to her side to protect it. Nine colors also followed closely behind the master, holding up the snow-white antlers.

Among the rocks beside the Yao Pond, a rickety man walked out, with an arrow stuck in his chest, glaring at a devilish face - Colonel of the White Russian, Ivanov.

He's still alive.

Immortal Ivanov. A few hours ago, he attacked Qin Beiyang on the Goddess Peak, but was shot in the chest by an arrow. It's a pity that Qin Beiyang's arrow was shot from the bottom up during the fall, and it could only be the end of the strong crossbow, which failed to penetrate the colonel's heart and stayed between the ribs and the diaphragm.

The White Russian man also fell off the cliff, but instead of falling into the Yao Pond, he fell into a snow nest halfway up the mountainside. The snow had accumulated for tens of thousands of years and had never melted. But he didn't dare to pull out the arrow in his chest, for fear that he would die of a large amount of blood in an instant, so he could only bandage himself simply around the wound. With an arrow in his chest, he climbed rocks and paths, and descended to the bottom of the valley with difficulty.

When he quietly touched Yao Chi, he found a tall and handsome Chinese man, dressed in clothes from an unknown number of years ago, dancing with Katya in his arms, and even kissing her on the lips. A few months ago, Katya shared a bed with Ivanov. Throughout history, any male animal has been possessive of females, or has wanted to kill the same sex that competes with them for the right to mate.

He hides a revolver in his boot, aiming at the Iceman's head and blasting accurately.

Unbelievably, there was no blood in the Iceman's head, and the brains that were broken into pieces turned out to be wood chips. There were torn skins on the ground, not human skin, nor of wild beasts, but made of leather, glue, lacquer, bamboo boards, cinnabar, and other composite materials.

He is not a human being, nor a corpse, but a robot.

Shocked, Nine Colors wanted to spit out a glass fireball and burn the hateful Ivanov to death. However, sunlight shines through the gap at the edge of the deep valley and spills right obliquely on the antlers of the town's gravebeasts.

The long snowy night was gone, and after dawn, the day dawned.

The nine-colored antlers folded and shrank in an instant, the bronze was replaced with white fluff, and it immediately turned back into a hunting dog, and it was no longer a young Qilin Town tomb beast, and the glass fireball could not be spit out.

Ivanov still had an arrow in his chest, a gift given to him by Qin Beiyang, and he had to return a gift to Qin Beiyang.

The White Russians fired a second shot.

The bullet pierced through the icy air and entered Qin Beiyang's abdomen......