The snow sculpture wants the eyes of a white-haired tiger, but this arrow wants the eyes of a snow sculpture. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

With a scream, the snow sculpture jerked up, and then swooped down on the arrow with feeling. However, at the moment when it turned around, Bai Xue's huge body suddenly jumped up, like a snow-capped mountain, pressing the snow sculpture under it, and before it could resist, the tiger's mouth had bitten the snow sculpture's neck and tore it in half.

This is a bloody battle between beasts and beasts, and naturally it also ends with the snow sculpture becoming the belly of the white-haired spotted tiger. When the white-haired spotted tiger licked away the blood on his body, he didn't forget to cast an appreciative look at Luo Huaixin - that arrow was naturally shot by him.

At the same time, the white-haired tiger "poofed" and spat the leftover arrow shaft on the ground. It was not an ordinary bow and arrow, but the jujube wood spear head that Luo Huaixin had broken before. He saw that the spear was difficult to match the snow sculpture, and the ordinary bow and arrow were difficult to injure his body, so he made use of the "waste" in a flash of inspiration, but he didn't expect it to succeed in one fell swoop.

At this moment, three of the five snow sculptures died, and two more left with full stomachs. After cleaning up the battlefield and extinguishing the fire in the barracks, Han Feng looked at the direction where the snow sculpture came from, and there was some worry in his eyes: "That's the direction of Qin Huo." ”

Several groups of ten people had already supported each other to stand up at this time, Zhang Lejin listened to Han Feng's sigh, and hurriedly said, "The Holy One doesn't need to worry. When the little one saw that the snow sculpture had food, he left...... If they had encountered Qin Huo's army, they would never have appeared here at this time. I guess it's a mistake. ”

"Yes. Han Feng sighed lightly and looked in the direction where the two snow sculptures had left. The two snow sculptures headed straight up to the sky, impartial, presumably still hovering high in the sky that he couldn't see. Today they are sweetened, and in their eyes, this army is their food...... Then when they are hungry, they will naturally come down.

As long as they don't leave this army and don't fly into Fengguan Mangcheng, then even if the army will lose some soldiers, everything is still under control. However, the appearance of this group of snow sculptures indicates that many strange beasts have noticed the gap in Snow Dragon Mountain, so in the near future, the vast wilderness of the Western Dynasty will become a paradise for these strange beasts to enjoy themselves.

This is the big rear of the Western Dynasty, it is his big rear, how can it withstand such a blow?

After getting along with Han Feng for a long time, the people in the group of ten knew that the more he was on the surface and silent, his heart would definitely be blended with fire and water, and he didn't know what he was thinking. No one dared to speak, only Zhan Fan was willing to touch his head.

After cutting off the heads of the two snow sculptures, Zhan Fan became a terrifying and "cute" figure in the eyes of the soldiers of the Western Dynasty, he walked to Han Feng's side without any hindrance, and everyone consciously kept a distance of three or four zhang from him, even if they were loyal to Luo Huaixin and Zhang Lejin, they were no exception.

The long sword in his hand was blunt, but even if it was just a broken iron bar, in Zhan Fan's hands, it was tantamount to a murderous weapon. However, through a fight, no matter how strong the murderous aura is, it has been exhausted, and now Zhan Fan is like a fire thunder with a fuse removed, it is still dangerous, but this danger is not imminent.

Han Feng smiled helplessly at Zhan Fan, and without waiting for him to speak, he made a gesture and said, "Thank you so much." ”

Han Feng had never said thank you to Zhan Fan, and as soon as this sentence came out, Zhan Fan couldn't help but be stunned. He only does what he thinks he should do, but this "thanks" makes him feel a lot stranger to Han Feng. Zhan Fan hesitated and said, "Those two snow sculptures didn't go far, if I left, if you deal with them alone, a lot of people will die." ”

Han Feng said, "Then are you willing to stay and help me?"

"I ......" Zhan Fan hesitated. Seeing Zhan Fan's hesitation, Han Feng had a plan in his heart.

Zhan Fan is a natural warrior, even if he is worried about Ouyang Xiaomei at this moment, this still can't change the obsession in his bones. It's been a long time since he's seen blood on his sword, the last time I saw him, he was defeated by Zhifeng, and he hasn't heard of his record since.

From then to now, it has been half a year, he has not used a sword, he has not killed the enemy, and today's big battle has released all his long-suppressed desires, if he stays, his skills can be brought into play again, how can he not hesitate?

After waiting for half a cup of tea, Zhan Fan never answered. Han Feng smiled slightly, and gave an order to Luo Huaixin: "Everyone is tired today, so let's rest first." Send more people to take turns on duty at night to guard against the sneak attack of the two snow sculptures. Then I will have someone build a bed in my tent for the prince of Yue to rest. If there is a snow sculpture coming, you can call us. ”

"Yes. After Luo Huaixin received this order, his scalp was a little numb, but now he had already obeyed Han Fengyan, so he didn't ask too much, and went down as ordered.

Seeing that Zhan Fan was still stunned, Han Feng patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Don't hesitate, stay and help me." When you kill those two beasts, I'll naturally help with your affairs. When he said that, even Han Feng himself felt a little shameless. How could he have a way to help Zhan Fan, it was just that he could survive a catastrophe, not to mention, there was still a lot of coercion in his words.

However, when Zhan Fan heard the word "help", his eyes lit up. He didn't even feel angry because of Han Feng's words, so he put away the sword that was almost the same as broken copper and scrap iron, and said, "Okay, let's make a decision!"

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The surging water vapor of the Puda River is steaming, isolating the cold air that sweeps from north to south. There was still a late autumn temperature in the barracks, and the sky of Fengguan Mangcheng was still covered with goose feathers and heavy snow.

The snow has been falling for four days and hasn't stopped. Even Qingqiu is tired of seeing snowy scenes, and Lijiao and Liang Jun are tired of playing snowmen. In this cold night, most people choose to nest in the house, rest under the quilt, on the ondol, and enjoy the warmth brought by the brazier.

There was only one old man, still sitting at the door of the study of the palace, looking up at the snowflakes fluttering in the sky, he was so fascinated that he seemed to be able to see something mysterious from those snowflakes.

Behind him was a young man on crutches. Since leaving the gate, Durham has abandoned his wheelchair - even if he still can't walk normally, at least he can walk faster with his ability and less affected by the terrain.

When he left the capital, he used crutches, and later Liu Quan became the emperor of the Northern Dynasty, in order to take care of his old friends, he ordered someone to build a wheelchair for him, but the wheelchair also became a tool to tie him. He was not willing to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, not to mention, the old man in front of him promised him that one day he would be able to walk on all kinds of roads like a normal person.

If there is such hope, who would covet a moment of peace?

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