There is no greater mistake than to crave something that you don't deserve from something you shouldn't know.

The cold wind whistled without stopping for a moment, mixed with snowflakes drifting through the world, and the pure white forest was as silent as a huge tomb, as if it were about to bury all travelers who strayed into it. In the deepest part of the room, there is an old wooden house, which is very doubtful from the appearance of whether it can really protect itself from the wind and snow, and the weather vane outside the door turns and whirls in the wind.

The room was actually very warm, the flames in the huge stove were burning, emitting enough light and heat to expel the cold, and the young painter leaned over the table beside the stove to paint, and he was painting a boy who had strayed into the snowy forest, and for some reason, as if he wanted to paint a boy who had strayed into the snowy forest. The painter carved his paintings, making a little changes from time to time, and the young man on the scroll was like a knight in the Middle Ages, holding a sword and leading a hound, but the woods were not suitable for horseback riding, yes, so there were no horses.

In the middle of the forest at the lake, the boy disturbed the sleeping inhabitants, what a rebellious and mischievous child, a faint smile appeared on the painter's face, as if he was very satisfied with his character, he went on to paint, and was driven by the inhabitants, and the boy ran all the way with the great hound, but all the way to the depths of the forest, and what was there? The painter turned a new page, and there was an old wooden house with wood hidden in the wood. The painter was about to continue painting when he suddenly heard an ethereal song coming from an unknown place. His wife began to sing again, his gaze softened and warmed, and he stopped writing and listened quietly.

Such a day is so blissful, and the painter's face is full of happy smiles.

And Di Zi'an on the other side also heard that there was a singing voice flowing in this piece of heaven and earth, a female voice as clear as flowing water, tactful like a stream in the mountains, but there was an overwhelming sadness permeating the world, and for a while, the wind and snow were blowing,

"When the snow fell, time did not stop, and when the snow fell at me like a ball, I was deep in the snow. Di Zi'an really felt the trouble of being in the snow, like the falling snow that poured out the anger of nine days to the earth, covering the sky, even in this dry forest, Di Zi'an could only move his steps with difficulty, with the wind and snow, the snow under his feet became thicker and thicker, not only difficult to walk, but also lost in the direction, all around was monotonous, and the shadows of the trees were completely the same in the cover of the wind and snow.

If the winter ghost catches up at this time, what will he do? Di Zi'an's sword-holding arm barely protected his eyes, and he struggled to walk through, but the melodious female voice in his ears became clearer and clearer,

"The old house is desolate, the door rails are broken and broken, and the hut is hard to withstand the cold. Even the howling wind and snow have not been able to cover this song, even if it is so soft, as if the love words of lovers in the ears, gently hidden in the sound of wind and snow, Di Zi'an opened his eyes very reluctantly, the oncoming snowflakes hit his face coldly, and his cheeks have been frozen red, as if it were not the blue wave around his body that has become nothing, and now it is estimated that the whole person has frozen.

Something must be wrong with this song. Unable to move on, Dizi'an struggled to get under the largest dead tree nearby, trying to use it to take shelter from the snow for a while. Whenever the song sounds, the wind and snow will sweep more violently, and the consumption rate of the fire on his body will become faster, Di Zi'an can feel that the fire around him is already quite weak, and he can only barely let himself not be frozen in this kind of wind and snow, once it is consumed, it is estimated that this kind of wind and snow with magic power will soon make him unconscious, damn! I always feel that I feel tired easily in a cold environment.

Di Zi'an thought like this, but the expression on his face became more and more tired, and his eyelids slowly pressed down, as if he was drowsy. And the female voice in the wind and snow was like the most beautiful lullaby in the ears softly, softly, soothingly, Di Zi'an closed his eyes little by little, his right hand was released at some point, and the thin sword fell to the ground, pressing out the shape of a sword in the snow, and was soon buried by the snow, leaving only one hilt on the snow.

So something in the wind and snow was near, singing and singing step by step, the whistling wind gradually fell silent, the clouds converged, and only scattered snowflakes were still drifting in the sky, leaving the soft female voice echoing between heaven and earth.

When the body temperature is low to a certain extent, people tend to feel warmth in the opposite way, but this is an illusion given by the nervous system, which is why many people who are found frozen to death in the snow are naked, because at the last moment of their lives, they feel a huge warmth, like the warmth of the warm bedding at home.

Di Zi'an also felt very warm at this time, but it was not because of the return of light, but because his blood was burning. The human body refining array operated on its own when the body temperature was too low, and the mercury flowed along the established trajectory, even if the skin exposed to the outside world was no different from ordinary people, but Di Zi'an knew that the inside was actually unrecognizable, and the highly toxic metals that humans could not bear were flowing in his body, and at this time, with the operation of the refining array, the mercury was rapidly consumed,

But at the same time, the consumption of land also brings a huge amount of energy to himself, through this energy, Di Zi'an finally gradually let his body recover, and this is what he has also discovered that is approaching him, even if Di Zi'an closes his eyes at this time, he can feel that some kind of existence is in front of him, in addition to the eyes, there are many other things that can help us "see" the world. So the corners of Di Zi'an's mouth that seemed to be sleeping peacefully rose slightly, as if he had dreamed of something warm, and then for a second, two seconds, three seconds, when the thing in front of him that exuded a sense of cold presence was about to touch him, Di Zi'an's right hand violently grabbed the thing in front of him, and opened his eyes at the same time. Silver-white blood burst out from the wound on his right hand, this was the first time Di Zi'an saw his transformed blood, silver metal blood beads, dripping on the transparent shadow in the air.

The originally beautiful female voice turned into a piercing scream, and the sound of the wind whistled in all directions, but it stopped abruptly, and as soon as those silver-white blood beads were stained with this white phantom, they immediately burst into a blazing white flame, and Di Zi'an seemed to be next to a huge stove for a while, and the cold of the adventure in the ice and snow was dispelled in an instant.

This...... Is this the real fire of the promotion route of the metal mentor?

The silver-white flame of light illuminated the gray forest, and the snow on the ground began to melt in all directions, revealing the purple thin sword buried underneath, and the Danokos dog was gone, and Di Zi'an watched the white shadow in front of him screaming in the flames, the sound was like some kind of insect being burned, which made people a little creepy, until the silver-white flame was extinguished, Di Zi'an had an extra white back card in his hand, drawing a white snow, and there were two scarlet light spots shining in the snow.

Snow Demon.

Di Zi'an fell to the ground like a prostration, his head was groggy, a dizziness of excessive blood loss swallowed him, and he couldn't exert his strength at all, the mercury he consumed just now was the blood that flowed in his body, and most importantly,

Can't replenish!

"After this matter is over, I have to find more mercury to do that ritual again," Di Zi'an thought weakly with his back to the dead tree, and after a long pause he picked up the thin sword on the ground, and found that the blue lines on the sword body had disappeared, and he could no longer perceive the Danokos dog.

Is it because the power of the cards was exhausted in the snowstorm just now? Dizian now knows that the cards can be exchanged for incredible power as fuel, but the fuel will burn out. Once burned out, the power will naturally fade, and if he had killed the snow demon a little later just now, it is estimated that this thin sword would also dissipate in the snow.

I don't know if it's my own delusion, but I always feel that the cold environment is very bad for me...... Di Zi'an didn't think deeply, after all, cold is very unfriendly to normal people, but what about travelers? Di Zi'an scratched his head and staggered to continue exploring the forest.

And in the world where demons and ghosts are rampant, Yin Lingxiu suddenly patted his head, "Ah, I seem to have forgotten to tell that little guy that the promotion route of the metal mentor is high in the ice and snow, easy to get tired, low resistance to cold, and easy to get injured and high......"

"It's a sad story. ”