The ice fields are long, the snow is falling, and the cold wind is howling.

A group of people braved the wind and snow and struggled to move forward on the endless ice field.

"Your Highness, when you get there, remember to keep a low profile. ”

One of the leading elders in the group admonished solemnly.

Next to the elder stood a handsome young man, who carried a large sword, the length and width of which were much larger than ordinary swords.

The young man's name is Zhuyan Jin, and he is the illegitimate son of King Shin of the Great Demon Kingdom. And King Xin died of illness a month ago, and he had no children under his knees, so he sent someone to take Zhuyan Jin back to the palace to inherit the throne.

At this time, they were on their way to the palace.

After listening to the elder's words, Zhu Yanjin nodded lightly and followed in the footsteps of everyone.

Even though they had been walking in the snow for several hours in a row, everyone remained vigilant, holding the hilt of their swords in their hands, trying their best to suppress their exhaustion.

The snow became heavier and heavier, and large snowflakes accumulated on his face and clothes, and his vision became more and more blurred.

At this time, a melodious flute sound was heard in the distance, from far to near, from weak to strong.

The elder's face changed drastically, and everyone around him looked solemn.

"Protect Your Highness!"

The white knives that were clenched in an instant were all unsheathed, and everyone held the knives outside, standing still, protecting Zhuyan Jin and the elders in the middle.

The sound of the flute has always echoed in their ears, gentle and pleasant, but everyone is like a great enemy, and they all know that this flute hides a terrible murderous intention.

The snow was still falling, falling on the sharp blades and gradually melting.

Under the vigilance of everyone, a vague figure gradually walked out of the flying snow in the distance.

The visitor, dressed in white, almost blended into the snowy sky, and he held a cyan flute, put it to his mouth, and played it gently.

Seeing the man in white, the elder's face became even more ugly, he had already guessed the identity of the other party, and suddenly shouted.

"Up!"

Except for Zhu Yanjin, a few people in the group rushed towards the man in white with horizontal swords, walking like flying. The thick snow did not affect their speed at all, which shows that these people have deep skills and are not ordinary people.

And the man in white was still playing the flute quietly, completely ignoring the murderous few people.

It's just that the sound of the flute suddenly became rapid, shaking everyone's internal organs with a powerful force.

Zhu Yanjin, who stopped in place, instantly felt a sharp stabbing pain in his head, and then his chest turned like a river and a sea.

He was half-crouched in the snow in pain, holding his body with his long sword, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

He gritted his crimson teeth, resisted the pain in his heart, and slowly lifted his head.

In the blur, the few people who rushed out in front of them were already lying in the snow, lifeless, leaving only mottled bloodstains.

Zhu Yanjin felt a pain in his heart, spit out a mouthful of blood, his body became heavy, and he fell into the snow and lost his breath.

The whistle stopped, and only the man in white was still standing in the snow. He slowly walked past the cold corpses of several people and stopped in front of Zhu Yanjin's corpse.

"Wow".

A knife on the ground flew up in the air and directly cut off Zhu Yanjin's head.

The man in white grabbed the head, turned away, and soon disappeared into the snow.

The snow was still falling, and in a short time, the corpses and blood stains in the snow were covered in snow, and it was hard to believe that a bloody massacre had just been experienced.

Suddenly, a cloud of snow was lifted, revealing the headless body of Zhu Yanjin. The corpse glowed blue, and a strange power surrounded it.

His body actually began to recover, and after a while, a skull that looked like a touch grew on his neck.

After that, the blue light is gone.

Zhu Yanjin opened his eyes and gasped for breath, looking at his body, he was used to this kind of magical recovery.

An accident a month ago completely subverted him, causing him to lose all his cultivation, unable to operate his spiritual power, and completely becoming a wasted person.

However, this accident also gave Zhu Yanjin a special ability, no matter how many injuries he suffered, his body could quickly recover as before.

In short, he, will not die.

Looking at the wind and snow that were getting bigger and bigger, in order not to be frozen into an ice sculpture, Zhu Yanjin tried his best to support his weak body with a big sword, and walked step by step, looking for a place to shelter from the wind and snow.

I don't know how long he walked, Zhuyan Jindu was almost unconscious, and finally a few hills appeared in front of him, he saw a cave, and immediately walked towards the cave.

He walked to the entrance of the cave, felt a strange aura, hesitated for a moment, remembered the wind and snow outside, and he still carefully hid in the cave.

The inside of the cave was obviously warmer than outside, and soon, Zhu Yanjin's whole body regained consciousness and was able to move freely, but he still remained vigilant.

There are two red bright spots in the depths of the dark cave, which are very sinister.

Zhu Yanjin stared at the red dot, clutched the hilt of his sword, and walked towards the depths of the cave step by step.

Leaning on the sword of the saber, he could barely see the surroundings clearly, getting closer and closer to the two red dots, the sword in his hand was held tighter, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

He clearly sensed that there was a powerful and strange spiritual power inside, and as he got closer, this feeling became stronger and stronger.

One step, two steps, three steps......

Zhu Yanjin finally saw the true face of the red dot, which was actually a pair of red eyes.

It was a snow-white cat, white without a single blemish. Except for its red eyes, its body is basically indistinguishable from that of a normal cat.

Zhu Yanjin still kept his sword in his hand, staring at the white cat tightly, and he found that the strange spiritual power he had before came from this white cat. A cat with such powerful spiritual power is likely to be a terrifying demon beast that has been cultivating for thousands of years.

The white cat also stared at Zhu Yan Jin, glancing at Zhu Yan Jin's big sword from time to time, but he did not attack, but only showed a fierce light on his face and released spiritual power to deter his opponent.

Zhu Yanjin was very puzzled, he had no spiritual power now, and he was not the opponent of the white cat at all, and the other party could easily defeat him.

Why didn't she make a move?

Unless, just a bluff!

Thinking about it, Zhu Yanjin tentatively took a small step forward.

The white cat's eyes were startled at first, but soon regained their ferocity.

This subtle change did not escape Zhu Yanjin's eyes.

Sure enough, it was a bluff.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a little more alive.

"Don't pretend, you're injured, I'm afraid it's hard to move around. Zhuyan Jin pretended to know everything and said tentatively again.

The white cat's eyes obviously showed surprise, but the killing intent became stronger, and she still remained motionless, staring at Zhu Yanjin.

Zhuyan Jin pretended not to care, walked around the cave, found a big stone, sat down comfortably, and continued:

"Otherwise, you could have killed me when I first entered the cave, and if you didn't do it, it just means that you can't do it, right?"

After hearing this, the white cat's body trembled, and she lay on the ground heavily, she was indeed seriously injured, and she endured the pain just now, just to shock Zhu Yanjin.

Now that she was recognized, she didn't pretend anymore, revealing a weak expression, blood oozed from her legs, and her white fur was dyed red. Obviously, she couldn't move an inch after being hit hard in her leg.

"You guessed it, I don't have long to live. ”

A weak female voice came from the white cat's mouth.

The white cat lay on the ground softly, squinting, and had long lost its previous strength:

"I have a elixir here, and I can resist the cold if I eat it, and I can't survive anyway, so I might as well fulfill you and give it to you. ”

After the white cat finished speaking, she gasped several times in a row, and she couldn't speak, she stretched out her fleshy paws to Zhu Yanjin with difficulty, as if she was holding something.

Zhu Yanjin repeatedly observed the white cat for a while, but he really didn't see anything, but he felt that the white cat at this moment was really harmless to humans and animals, and he gradually relaxed his vigilance.

He was moved, just now he was worried that he would suffer a lot of cold when he crossed the snowfield, and now someone has sent the elixir to ward off the cold, God really helps me.

Zhu Yanjin thought that he was still a little excited, so he walked straight to the white cat and stroked her soft hair, well, it was very comfortable.

After he proudly opened the cat's paws, he only saw a black stone, where was the elixir.

Oh no, I've been tricked!

At this time, it was too late to retreat, and Zhu Yanjin felt a biting cold air invade his neck.

I saw that the sharp cat's claws exuded bursts of anger, against his fragile neck, ready to kill him at any time.

"I don't want to die yet. ”

The white cat opened his murderous red eyes again and stared at Zhuyan Jindao.

Zhu Yanjin looked annoyed, he had experienced so many things, and he was actually planted on a cat.

"Is my fluff soft?"

"Well, it feels good...... Zhu Yanjin said embarrassedly.

"You must have a way to get out of the ice field and take me with you, or I'll kill you right now. ”

The winter in the ice field is very long, there is no living thing for thousands of miles, and those with limited mobility like white cats will freeze to death sooner or later. So she wanted to get out of the ice field with the help of Zhuyan Jin.

Zhu Yanjin felt the cold air around his neck even stronger, and said:

"Well, I, I'm not sure I'll be able to get out of the icefield. ”

Stepping out of the ice field would definitely be a lot of hardship, and he didn't want to take an old monster with him who would kill him at any moment.

"I suddenly thought of another way. The white cat said indifferently.

"What's the solution?" Zhu Yanjin seemed to see a lifesaver.

"I may have wronged you. ”

"It's okay, I don't mind, you can tell me what you can do. ”

The white cat put his face to Zhu Yanjin's ear and said jokingly:

"If I keep you for food to eat, I might be able to heal my wounds and survive this winter, what do you say?"

"At first glance, I think the first method is better," Zhu Yanjin immediately responded after hearing this: "I'm very sure that I can get out of the ice field, really." ”

After saying that, he was afraid that the white cat would regret it, so he hurriedly urged her, and set off as soon as the snow stopped.

It's good to be alive.

An hour later, in the ice field, a young man with a sword on his back leaned forward step by step.

A little white cat hugged him tightly around his neck and squinted at his back.