Bai He moved his limbs and flew into the sky against the ice wind, and a breath of comfort suddenly filled his chest.

After staying on the spaceship for three years in a row, living a harder life than preparing for the college entrance examination, a year without distractions to learn what others have learned in ten years, and the rest time is compressed like a dolphin, if it is still a human body, Shirakawa thinks that he will vomit blood and die a long time ago.

After several successive flying movements, the white river circled around the top of the glacier and stopped at the lower end.

"How's it going?"

Messages of trisomy appearing on the retina.

"No problem. The white dragon replied, "Are you still used to it?"

"It's very bad, the basic laws at the bottom are gone, all the particle-level applications are out of order, the biological brain can still run, but the lower programs have to be reprogrammed, and importantly, we don't know what to use to build the world's academic system. ”

Through the subtitles of reality, Bai He seems to get a glimpse of the helplessness of these three-body people: "Although the physical effects on the surface are somewhat similar, the foundation seems to be completely different. ”

"Now what do you guys think. ”

"We need to gather information now, you can move freely, we don't force you to do anything, but please try to open your senses and don't endanger your own life. ”

It means sleep less, as long as I don't die, whatever I do?

He looked at the flying wind and snow, squinted his eyes and thought, everything felt so familiar, although three years had passed, it just seemed that something was missing......

By the way, Erha, where did Erha go?

It won't be dead in three years, right?

The white dragon tilted his head and thought for a while, below it was still the small ditch he had when he fled, and suddenly, his pupils contracted, and he saw a glittering object on the ground.

A translucent sheet of shimmering scales.

......

Bai He frowned secretly, and there was a strange movement nearby.

He crept into shape, his scales changing color, light and color instantly becoming eerie around him, and soon merging with the ice and rocks.

This camouflage seems to be quite reliable.

Bai Long secretly wondered, did he adapt to the rules of the world, or was he special, as if he could still breathe in the three-body world.

The Frost Giant led the skinny white dragon to the side of the flowing water, as if searching for something, when the search was fruitless, the Frost Giant began to beat the white dragon, he waved the bald wooden stick stained with blackened blood, the burrs of the wooden stick hit the little white dragon, blood and scales splashed out, the little white dragon let out a whining sound, one of his legs had been beaten to a disability, and several traces of bone healing were exposed.

Compared to three years ago, the frost giant Koch has grown up a little more and entered his teenage years.

As a creature with a temperamental and proud nature, the Frost Giant is very vindictive, especially after being humiliated by his kind.

For the Frost Giant, there is only one way to wash away the shame, and that is to kill the white dragon that gave him shame first, and then knock down those who dare to humiliate him with this nickname one by one, and kill those who are used to insulting him with his deeds, so that the nickname 'Coward Koch', which gave him infinite shame, will become an honor to prove his strength in the future.

This is also the custom of the Frost Giants.

He prayed to Tarros day and night, and the Lord of the Storm praised his determination and revealed to him the oracle:

Looking for a place of notoriety, there will be a time when you will be ashamed.

This revelation led Koch to search the ditch for three years, but to no avail, and his growing anger was directed at the little dragon he had captured in the first place—a small white dragon that was also an outlier in the history of the Frost Giants, and although it had no intelligence and could not speak dragon language, it was not as difficult to domesticate as the usual degenerate dragon—the result of the domestication of another white dragon, of course.

Koch didn't kill him directly, so that his anger would lose the occasional catharsis, but he had already arranged a future for the white dragon, and he shook the rough cold iron chain in his hand, brandished a wooden stick and roared loudly:

"When I catch your brother, I'll tie you both together and put you in a pot to make soup! Mix your blood into a potion and smear it on my face, and make forks and cleavers out of your weak bones!

This kind of scene of roaring and beating has been played out every day for three years, the little white dragon let out a wailing sound, he didn't understand what it meant at all, blood splashed out of his body, and the smell of blood suddenly mixed with a strange smell entered his nasal cavity, this feeling made him hesitate, and the low chirp carried a little confusion.

"Scream, scream, use your howl to calm my anger!" the cessation of the terrible wail made the frost giant even angrier, and suddenly, a strange intuition calmed his irritability, and just as he realized something, a strange patch of color instantly flew closer, and before the frost giant could see what it was, a great pain in his left eye pierced his brain, and he let out a howl of horror.

The fighting instinct he had cultivated since he was born and his brother had been stealing food saved his life, and a timely roll back allowed him to avoid the subsequent damage, and the claws only tore a small hole in his chest through the thick fur.

The blood bloomed in the river and the red mist of blood, and Koch crawled up in the river with a long howl, covering his left eye, and the only right eye left in the slight vertigo allowed him to see his killer, which was a dragon with strange colors.

Gray-white blocks like glaciers hung on the body, it was this color that made it look completely invisible in the position just now, and it was the blood-red eyes that were particularly dazzling, Koch was a little confused for a while, he didn't know the dragon, but suddenly the oracle that flashed through his mind made him furious, he pulled out the big axe that he could wield with both hands from behind him, and roared and pounced:

"It's you, bad seed, die!"

The pain did not make him lose his fighting spirit, but it ignited his battle with anger, and he seemed to hear Tarros's encouragement.

The white dragon easily dodged Koch's long axe, Koch watched in horror as the white dragon jumped up more than twenty feet in the air with just a wave of his wings, he roared and swung the axe at the swooping white dragon, the long axe brought out a tearing wind, and an incredible scene appeared for Koch, the dragon actually deflected at a speed several times faster than falling, and the claws penetrated his other eye!

In just a few flight movements, it shows the balance of agility like a bird and a winged insect, and other dragons will be stunned if they see it, which is not within the common sense of dragons.

The howl of the young frost giant shook the wind and snow in the air, and the darkness and astonishing pain made him completely incapable of attacking, and he wrestled with the dragon in the river, clutching the two claws that had just pierced his throat and chest, while the white dragon bit the giant's face—his size limited his range, and there were not many places he could bite.

The dragon was surprisingly powerful, Koch twisted his wrist and tried to break the dragon's joints like his own clan fought with a white dragon, but the unusually tough bones and joints in his hands let Koch know that he had made a mistake, and the stinging pain in his throat made him realize that his life was on the line, and in his desperation, he roared and jumped up from the river, turned around and threw it with all his might, and threw the white dragon out of the way.

Half of the face of the Frost Giant, who had been torn off entirely, turned around and began to flee, clutching his bleeding throat and cursing in a hoarse voice:

"It's you! It must be you! I curse you! I swear! You're going to die at my hands eventually!"

The white dragon didn't understand what he was shouting, and he took to the air, deciding to finish off the battered giant, but the group of frost giants that appeared not far away in his field of vision made him frown and give up on this practice, having just proved that it was not easy to kill this thick-skinned foe - even if his advantage was as great as the sky.

The help that appeared also told him that this was not far from the tribe of the frost giants.

He turned and grabbed the little white dragon that was wailing and licking its wounds on the ice, and flew with its wings to the distant peak.