The north wind howled fiercely, rolling up dense snow masses, wanton and tyrannical in the dark and empty world, and the snow masses were swept by the wind, hard as flying sand, and smashed violently into a ruined temple in the vast wilderness.

The temple has collapsed almost, only the main hall is still intact, the Guanyin in the middle is like mottled paint, sitting on the lotus platform, half-hanging eyes, looking down at the world with compassion, Guanyin statue left leeward corner, four yellow thin men shrunk around the bonfire, back against the statue of Guanyin in the arms of a tall man, holding a thin skinny little girl, the little girl's head is weak and weak leaning on the man's chest, unconsciously closed her eyes, only the faint breath in the nose, proving that she is still a living thing.

The tall man was holding the little girl's head in one hand and holding a spoon in the other, pouring warm rice porridge into the little girl's mouth.

Outside the hall suddenly a thunder, lightning instantly illuminated the heaven and earth, the storm howled violently, rolled up the snow, spun rapidly, as if there was spirituality, from the empty and distant sky really straight to the broken temple, through the temple door, bypassing the statue of Guanyin, pounced on the people and fire in the hall, the fire of Wangwang was extinguished,

Li Xiaoyao didn't know how long he had been sinking in the extremely beautiful and cold seabed, a hot warm current suddenly rushed into his body, and his scattered consciousness suddenly gathered, Li Xiaoyao struggled to surface, but his hands and feet couldn't move for half a minute, and in a panic, Li Xiaoyao suddenly felt that his eyes could be opened.

"My sister is awake!"

A surprised scream pierced Li Xiaoyao's eardrums, but it made her extremely irritable, only to feel that one side of her body was hot as if there was a fire roasting, but her fingertips and feet were cold and numb, between breathing, her chest was tingling like a pinprick, and the noise in her ears caused a sharp voice in her head to whine abruptly, and the sound turned into hundreds of sharp steel claws, desperately trying to tear her apart, tearing her to pieces and throwing her out, in pain, her stomach twitched and spasmed, the warm and straight gushing out just now, Li Xiaoyao subconsciously wanted to curl up in pain, But she couldn't move for half a minute, her body didn't seem to be hers, she couldn't even make a sound, the voice in her head was even more poignant and sharp, and in extreme pain, Li Xiaoyao lost consciousness again.

Outside the hall, the wind and snow in the distance seemed to be silent in an instant, only around the ruined temple, there were countless whirlwinds of different sizes flying at high speed, swirling snow and dust, whimpering lowly, screaming bitterly, unwilling to retreat, and not daring to enter.