The snow seems to be getting heavier and heavier.

The sky and the earth are white and flying.

The Demon King City City Lord's Mansion was covered with white snow, and everything was cleaned.

The water of Yunchi Lake is still turquoise, the fog on it floats, and the snowflakes melt into the water, which is a good scene of the fairy pond among demons.

When Yin Jiabao returned to the City Lord's Mansion, he would come to this pond almost every day, get some fish food, and feed the fish to himself.

In the past, the flying fish in Yunchi was the most famous and delicious dish during the banquet in the mansion, or steamed, fried alive, and those diners had to eat a few more bites as soon as they heard that it was the flying fish in the castle lord's mansion.

The fish is delicious, and the important thing is that only in the cloud pond of the City Lord's Mansion in the Demon King City is this red flying fish.

However, since Yin Jiabao came to Yunchi, no one dares to come here to catch fish and cook.

The fat man simply took those fish as a heart and liver baby, no matter how greedy he was, he would not dare to provoke the brother of Lord Yong, but the young man had shown his fierceness with a stick.

The wilderness.

The three of them traveled from afar on the big river that had just experienced a fierce battle that flowed through the area of Demon King City and Lin Yuan.

Among the three, there is a big monk, a small monk, and a little girl who looks beautiful and is the same age as the little monk but is a head taller than him.

Looking at the apprentice who was holding thick snowflakes in both hands and was only happy for the beautiful girl next to him, the middle-aged monk who was rafting shook his head and shook his head.

"Xiaohai, you must catch a lot of snow for me, so that I can hold a bigger snowball. The girl hung her feet out of the boat, and her hands supported her body back, looking happy.

"Got it. The little monk nodded vigorously, his hands were red but motionless.

"Dad, can you make the boat faster?" Obviously, the girl on the boat was the boss, and the two monks were not ambiguous at all.

"Didn't you just say you wanted to be more stable?" said the great monk with some grievances.

"Can it be stable and fast?"

"Yes. The big monk spoke, and the speed of the boat was a little faster along the gentle river.

"Xiaohai, do you know how far we are from the Nine Dragons Temple?" the little girl stood up as she spoke, took the thick snow in the little monk's hand and began to hold the snowball.

"You have to ask Master about this. The little monk continued to stretch out his hands to catch the snow for the little girl.

"Not far, not far. Behind him, the great monk spoke and looked in the direction of the Demon King City.

"You've said this all the way. The little girl rolled her eyes at the big monk, then bent down to a bunch of snowballs at her feet, "Okay, Xiaohai, you don't need to pick up the snow, let's start a snowball fight." ”

"But I don't have snowballs. The little monk looked a little worried.

"Then I'll give you one. The little girl was very generous and sent a small snowball.

"Oh. ”

"Okay, you are not allowed to hit me, only you are allowed to hit you. The little girl took it for granted.

"Okay. The little monk looked like he was willing to be beaten.

These three people are the monk Buxian and his apprentice Juehai and daughter Jiang Xuan'er who set off from Tianchen Temple some time ago.

He followed the big river at his feet, all the way down, and it can be said that it was smooth sailing along the way, without encountering any waves.

The snow pressed verdant, pressed and pressed, and finally fell into a mountain, bent the branches, and frozen the grass and flowers.

No one knew that in ancient times, this was originally a world of ice and snow, and when its owner returned after 10,000 years, it seemed that heaven and earth were moving and celebrating.

It was such a rare snowfall that washed his eyes and evoked his memories.

The 10,000-year punishment of the Demon Relief Table, he never thought that he would be able to return here one day.

The ground is a snowy ice field, and the underground is a world of flaming lava......

It's all changed.

The only thing that hasn't changed is this boundary river that meanders day after day, passing through the three realms of people, demons and demons and finally entering the sea.

"It's here. Xiaohong, I'll take you home tonight to have a look. Bu Xian whispered, and a pair of red eyes shone like glass in his soul.

In the evening.

The heavy snow that had been pouring for several days finally stopped.

The air was fresh and pleasant, and the snow was like a large cloth waiting for someone to splash ink.

There was laughter and laughter in the Demon King City, and it was rare to see such a heavy snowfall that almost all the demon clans walked out of the house. Snow removal, snow running, snow rolling, snowball fights, building snowmen, enjoying the snow scene, a lively atmosphere.

The image of the demon clan living in the city from the battle in the Demon King City seems to have been flooded and taken away by a heavy snowfall.

Still standing in front of the Treasure Pavilion high in the city, Bao Liangqi, who was dressed in a copper-colored satin gown, was standing with his sleeves folded, looking at the peaceful and prosperous scene under his feet, the old guy's face was indifferent.

It was not that he did not participate in that siege battle, but that he did not have the strength to die, and he had to stay alive, because his real masters were not the Nahya Takuhai family.

The Bao family of the demon clan is a treasure connoisseur and a treasure thief.

Hidden in the Treasure Pavilion, what he wanted was actually the same as many of the human races and demon clans in this Demon King City who had never shown up, all for the treasures of the Demon King City.

Almost all the young people in his family were sent to the world's largest family to be martial slaves, and even with such a humble status, he was here to fight for them. This is the so-called being controlled by others, and you can't help yourself.

Demon King City has completely changed the sky in a few days, including the opening of the boundary gate, he has not been able to get any news in advance, as a dead agent who has been hiding for a long time, he knows that he is suspected of dereliction of duty, Bao Liangqi is not worried about his life or death, he just wants the little son who has not seen each other since he was six years old can live an easier life.

You should have that Yongsheng high too, right?

Live for you, for atonement, Dad will go to fight for his life to see what that person is capable of?

took the initiative to dedicate this full of treasures, became the first old immortal in the city, kept his position as the head of the Treasure Pavilion, and was promised to let him continue to operate the Treasure Pavilion. It can be said that if he continues to lurk, he can save his life, but there is a big event in the Demon King City but no important news is sent back, how can the master behind him give him another chance, so he is gambling his life to find out the origin of that Yongsheng, whether it is to atone for his sins, or to make up for it as much as possible, as long as he can exchange a glimmer of life for his son, he will do it.

Bao Liangqi stretched out his hand to catch the last of the sunset, and an old man of the black-clothed demon clan behind him appeared silently and said, "It's all ready." ”

"It will be fine for a little more snow, and by tomorrow morning, the blood will be goose-white, and the clusters will be better than any verdant. Pin'er said that there are red plums and proud snow in that world, which should be that scene. ”

Bao Liangqi spoke, and walked under the somewhat swaying pontoon.

Castle Lord's Mansion.

On the snow road to the courtyard where Kim Yongsheng was.

Teng Panshi, who was dressed in a green brocade robe, was holding a green rattan cane, followed by Teng Yixiao.

Teng Panshi, the guardian of the entrance of the ghost market, injured his lumbar spine, and he didn't have to use a wheelchair for the rest of his life, thanks to the help of the old military god.

Teng Yixiao stepped into the City Lord's Mansion for the first time after the Battle of the Demon King City, and it can be said that he has been busy in the dark recently. As the only son-in-law of the Teng family, after the Teng clan took over nearly one-third of the demon world in one step, and his father Teng Hualin took over the city lord's mansion, the young man who was originally involved in the affairs of the clan had to work harder and diligently, running back and forth between Teng Zhai and other demon clans and war departments, rapidly expanding the power of the Teng family, and consolidating the defense line around the mountain and Lin Yuan. Today's entry into the City Lord's Mansion is not for him to be idle, but because of Teng Hualin's order, saying that there will be distinguished guests in the Demon King City today, and he needs to come back to see him.

Stepping on the thick snow under his feet, Teng Yixiao had a beautiful demon face in his mind, and suddenly he was a little nervous, straightened out his white shirt and asked Teng Panshi on the side: "I don't know how Murong Xiaoxiao's injury is doing?"

"Don't worry, young master, it should be fine. ”

"Oh, that's good. ”

"This Murong girl is the only purple golden lotus that the old man has seen in his life, not to mention the bearing that can be a concubine, just for cultivation, young master, you have to work hard for a while to catch up." If anyone is lucky enough to take her home, it will be a blessing. Teng Panshi seemed to be gossiping, but in fact, he already knew what the young master of his family was thinking about in his heart.

"Huh. Teng Yixiao let out a rare smirk, but then his eyes became brighter and jumper.

After a while, Teng Panshi and Teng Yixiao saw Murong Xiaoheng and the old military god who were walking out of the door with a dusty face at the entrance of the courtyard, but they couldn't see Murong Xiaoxiao and Jin Yongsheng.

An epiphany Xiao Yueyu, no one knew that Jin Yongsheng was traveling thousands of miles away at the moment, looking at the earthly past.

The scenes before his death are like the waves in the long river of time, flowing in front of him one by one along the whirlpool, and every time the young man takes a step, time will jump for a break, and the next moment he doesn't know when and where he is.