That night, the people set up tents on the cliffs to rest. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the middle of the night, when everyone was asleep, she suddenly felt a movement around her, she opened her eyes, and saw Han Feng get up and tiptoe out of the tent.

There is no shortage of materials for setting up tents on the mountain, Wanrou and Han Feng share a room, Heizi and Ren Gu share a room, and Lijiao has a room. As soon as Han Feng left, the tent immediately became empty and looked a little deserted. It was freezing cold, and a mountain breeze blew in through the cracks in the tent, letting the only remaining warmth in the quilt dissipate a little bit. Listening to the howling cold wind around her, Wanrou only felt scared for no reason.

Since reuniting with Han Feng at Chengjing Lake, she has never been alone at night. But today it was in such a strange and terrible place, and there was silence and only the sound of the wind, which reminded her of many stories she had heard when she was a child. At that time, the bustard's mother in the Qinglou took pleasure in making the newly adopted girls scream, and made up all kinds of strange ghost stories to make them shiver in the cold night. She once spoke of the faceless ghosts in the midnight mountains that lured travelers with the mountain wind, and that these evil spirits were the embodiment of unjust spirits, and they hid in the shadows outside the tent, rubbing their hands together to make the sound of the wind, and when the people went to the tent door to inspect it, they pulled them out of the tent and led them with them into the infinite darkness and coldness.

Thinking of Mingxi jumping off the cliff during the day, Wanrou couldn't help but tremble. She wanted to close her eyes and fall asleep, but the more she was afraid, the more she didn't dare to close her eyes, instead staring at the tent door without blinking, both afraid that a miserable white human hand would suddenly reach out from outside the tent, and hoping that Han Feng would come back sooner.

However, Han Feng didn't hear back for a long time. In the darkness, time seems to pass very slowly, and a seemingly long-lasting tug-of-war unfolds between patience and fear. When she was most frightened, Wanrou could almost hear Mingxi's sigh outside the tent, and the anticipation of Han Feng's return gave her infinite courage, so much so that she unconsciously sat up from the warm quilt and stood guard at the tent door.

She stared blankly at the door, as if she didn't know how to open it. It was dark inside the tent, but there was some light outside the tent—it was the mountain snow reflecting the starlight and the moonlight. The light can't make people feel warm, but makes people look cold, and the world outside the tent is full of unknown and danger for her, and those dark places—behind the rocks and in the shadows of the trees, may hide the ghostly Mingxi.

But if Mingxi was outside, if those legends were true, would Han Feng be in danger? When he went out in the middle of the night, was he lured by the mountain wind, he hadn't come back for so long, was he harmed by the Faceless Ghost?

Wanrou snorted. Although she had seen Han Feng's skills, she had never seen anyone take advantage of Han Feng, but if he encountered a ghost, would he still be safe? She couldn't imagine the days without Han Feng, Wanrou took two deep breaths, closed her eyes and hurriedly opened them, the tent door before meeting was not unusual, and she took out the purple gold dagger that Han Feng left for her.

The dagger was wrapped around several layers of cloth and placed on the flesh, and now that it was pulled out, the blade of the sword was warm. The heat and the unique smell of metal gave Wanrou a sense of security, and she gritted her teeth to pick up the dagger in both hands.

The door of the tent naturally opened with the dagger, and the white forest outside the tent scared Wanrou's already fragile heart to "suddenly" beat non-stop. She took several deep breaths before she realized that the miserable white outside the tent was not a human hand, but a few snow-stained stones. Everywhere is still mostly black, Wanrou rigidly controls her gaze not to look at those places that look deep and boundless, for fear that if she looks at it, there will suddenly be a white figure in the darkness of ink.

But people are so strange, the more they don't want to look anywhere, the more uncontrollably their eyes glance at those places. Wanrou was not as good at controlling herself as Han Feng, and she felt even more bottomless in her heart this time, she tried to forget those thoughts that scared her to death, but the more she was afraid, the more she thought about it, the more she was afraid, until she saw a faint shoe print on the snow.

The shoe print is Han Feng's.

The moment she saw the shoe prints, Wanrou exhaled a long breath, and then she felt that her hands and feet were warmer. It was as if she had found her heart, and the shoe print showed her direction and gave her something to rely on. Forgetting the threat that might lurk in the darkness, she walked a few steps to the shoe print, looked around, and sure enough, she saw a shoe print in the snow not far away.

A few shoe prints undoubtedly leaked Han Feng's path after leaving the tent, Wanrou was looking for his footprints, but she didn't expect that these shoe prints would lead her to the place where Mingxi jumped off the cliff during the day.

It wasn't until she walked to the edge of the cliff and saw that there was no road ahead, that Wanrou realized that if she went further, she would be a Jedi. She was shocked, and suddenly a thought in her heart that she was most afraid of - didn't her father-in-law go with that woman?

Wanrou's body shook, almost falling to the ground, and in a moment, she saw something move at the bottom of the cliff.

Wanrou picked up the cliff and stared at the bottom of the cliff seriously. Although it was dark there, for some reason, she didn't feel scared, but felt much more at ease. She looked at the bottom of the cliff in a daze, staring at her eyes so sour that she could see that it was Han Feng underground.

He walked around nowhere, and was desperately picking up the snow. The snow was picked up by him, and a cloud of snow and mist filled around him, even hiding his whole body in it.

Wanrou didn't understand what he was doing, and she didn't know what the point was of digging up snow now. Mingxi jumped off the cliff not long after noon, she had already been buried by ice and snow, after so long, Mo said that she would be injured if she fell under the cliff, but she was afraid that she would freeze to death.

At this time, even if it is dug up, it is just a cold and stiff corpse, and looking at it will only make people sad, so what can it do?

Seeing that Han Feng's movements did not stop for a moment, Wanrou's heart ached slightly, secretly thinking that he had been here for a long time, and it seemed that he had been digging the snow all along. In this icy and snowy place, the purple gold sword and scimitar are not tools used to dig snow, and he has no shovel or shovel, so he has been digging by hand all along?

Seeing that Han Fengshu had no intention of stopping, she became more and more anxious, and after looking around, she found a rope hanging next to the cliff, thinking that it was Han Feng who climbed down the cliff. However, just as she was about to go down the mountain along the rope, she suddenly heard another "squeak" sound above her head, and following the reputation, a large patch of snow was slowly sliding along the cliff slope towards Han Feng's place.

"Xianggong!" Wanrou was so frightened that she almost screamed, but as soon as the cry came out of her throat, she swallowed it back raw. One more scream would make those already unstable snow slide a little faster, but Han Feng had been digging the snow with her head down, how should she inform him!

Wanrou pulled the empty rope, helpless, at this moment, she only felt a heavy blow on her head, her body was weak, and she collapsed to the ground.

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At the bottom of the mountain, Han Feng was engrossed in digging the snow, and he didn't see the snow getting closer and closer on the mountain, nor did he see Wanrou who was knocked down on the cliff.

He couldn't control his movements, he just wanted to get all the snow out of the way and ...... What will happen then, it is difficult for him to say.

Did he want to find Mingxi's body and weep bitterly, or was it just to confirm whether the third princess of the empire had really died? After waking up from the pain of Mingxi jumping off the cliff, Han Feng thought quietly for a night before confirming that he didn't think Mingxi would die so easily. She is still young, death should be far away from her, not to mention that she is a formation master, and the qi of heaven and earth can be used by her, can't she draw up a small world of her own on this Snow Dragon Mountain?

He had seen the subtlety of her formation on the hill by Muzhou Lake, and knew that she was terrifying. Although he and Lijiao have been wary of her these days, before she jumped off the cliff, she had disappeared from their sight for a moment.

It was only for a moment, but wasn't it enough for her?

Mingxi is not a fool, among all of them, she knows the danger she faces when she comes to Xuelong Mountain the most. These days, she should be thinking about escaping all the time, and this is the bet she promised to make with Han Feng. With Han Feng's understanding of her, even if Lijiao was a hundred times harsher on her, she had already arrived at Xuelong Mountain, and she would definitely try her best to survive to see who was more beneficial to the "mutation" in the end.

What's more, the words she said before jumping off the cliff seemed to be angry words, but in fact they were more like shrews scolding the street, these words should not have come from her mouth, let alone her last words.

Mingxi is a woman with a firm heart, she deeply understands what she should do, and such a person will never commit suicide.

It was precisely by thinking of this that Han Feng stopped being sad, but tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Mingxi is not a person who gives up halfway, she has made up her mind to come to Xuelong Mountain, she must do something, and jumping off the cliff makes her "dark", and they all become "bright".

If his guess was correct, this surefire bet became precarious at the moment when Mingxi jumped off the cliff. Thinking of this, even Han Feng himself couldn't help but secretly scold himself for being a little cold-blooded and ruthless. After all, it was a woman who really liked him and he really liked, and he didn't hold her when she jumped off the cliff, how could he still speculate until now. But self-blame is one thing, uneasiness is another, in the end, Han Feng couldn't resist the apprehension in his heart after all, he still took the rope to the edge of the cliff, and quietly fell to the bottom of the cliff, wanting to find out.

Unfortunately, the snow was buried too thickly, and after the afternoon sun and the cold wind in the evening, a thick layer of ice formed on the snow, which made the excavation even more laborious. He smashed the ice with his scimitar and then picked up the snow with his hands. His strength was gradually recovering, which showed that what Li Jiao said was true, but he still overestimated his strength - only after more than half an hour, his arms became sore, he gritted his teeth and continued to persevere, but at this time, he suddenly felt a cold on his face.

When you look up, the snow is just around the corner!

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