"What are you yelling about, even the bears are scared away by you." A dissatisfied voice came from Hu Yong's residence.

"Damn, you old man, where is my master?" Meng Yi didn't give the old farmer any face at all, and was directly an old man.

However, the old farmer didn't seem to care about Meng Yi's rudeness, wiped the silver shiny hoe, and said, "I went out yesterday and never returned." ”

"I'm out, could it be that something is wrong?" Meng Yi's heart paused slightly, the Medicine King Valley and the Divine Temple were all his home.

"No, it seems to be a private matter, but why are you in such a hurry to find him?" The old peasant's expression was slightly puzzled.

"Don't worry about it, tell me where he is, I'll look for it." Meng Yi said impatiently.

"Really want to go?" The old farmer smiled and asked.

"I'm going to go, I'm going to figure something out." Meng Yi said with a serious expression.

"Okay, I guess what you said is what I want to ask, go ahead, in the cold eyes of Beihai, it seems to be related to that woman, I don't know the specific location, you can find it yourself." When the old peasant finished speaking, he sat down, took out some tobacco leaves from the mortal world, and took out the tobacco pouch that was placed behind his back, and smashed it boringly.

"Old man, can't you be serious?" Meng Yi said with a fierce expression, "What a cold eye, how do I know where it is." ”

The old farmer looked at Meng Yi with disdain, waved his hand, and said: "Actually, I have been looking for many years, and when I was young, I also followed Hu Yong's fart to see what was going on, but in the end, I still couldn't find the location of the cold eye." ”

After Meng Yi heard this, he said two words without looking back.

"Idiot."

"Damn, who are you talking about!" Before the old farmer's cigarette pouch was thrown on Meng Yi's body, a figure disappeared in front of his eyes, and the old farmer rubbed his eyes in some confusion.

That's not right, your strength can obviously hit that kid, but what's going on, is it that you're old and your eyes are not good?

The old farmer shook his head violently, picked up the cigarette pouch, and continued to smash it, looking at the unpredictable snowflakes boredly.

The wings of the sky egret behind Meng Yi spread out again, but the whole figure looked a little confused, how big the North Sea was, and where was the little cold eye.

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However, the sky was silent, the snowflakes were still there, and the top of the head turned white after a while, and even the eyelashes were covered with a layer of white snowflakes.

Meng Yi picked up his head in confusion, his eyes were cold, it should be the coldest place.

After an hour, Meng Yi seemed to think clearly, could it be that in the middle of the North Sea, apart from this place, Meng Yi really couldn't think of any other place that could be called this name.

Thinking like this, Meng Yi did not hesitate, and immediately urged the internal force of his whole body to fly towards the center of the North Sea.

I don't know if I don't fly, I was startled when I fly, and at this time Meng Yi knew how big Beihai was. With Meng Yi's speed, even the temple in the extreme south region would only take two or three hours to arrive, but after flying for five hours this time, there was still no sign of the center at all.

Even so, there is still hope, as originally expected, the more you go to the middle, the colder the climate becomes, the first three hours, Meng Yi asked himself that with the strength of the divine envoy, he can still hold on, but after three hours, the biting cold began to gradually exceed Meng Yi's control.

"Holy!" Four hours later, Meng Yi scolded in his heart, he finally knew why the old farmer couldn't find the cold eye, it was estimated that he was unwilling to find it, such a cold was almost impossible for humans to bear.

Five hours later, Meng Yi's speed dropped a lot, and even his lips began to turn purple, Mom, Hu Yong, Hu Yong, your apprentice can't go back now if he wants to, Meng Yi felt a little sad in his heart, is it really here.

This is a dilemma, the supreme key seems to have lost its automatic function in such extremely cold conditions, and the deviation of the whole body is gradually drying up?

Meng Yi was extremely unwilling in his heart, gritting his teeth and moving forward again, even though the biting cold wind that almost condensed into a solid body continued to take away the only remaining heat on his body.

"Poof." Meng Yi opened his stiff lips and wanted to curse, but he couldn't make a sound.

Is it dead, Meng Yi's mind was crooked, and his consciousness gradually became blurred, maybe he was really tired, rest, this was the last consciousness in Meng Yi's mind.

The snow continued to fall relentlessly, and the figures on the ground were gradually covered with snow into a snowdrift, and then the snowdrift began to slowly flatten until it disappeared completely.

I don't know how long it took,

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A white figure appeared where Meng Yi disappeared, and I saw that the person accurately found the specific location where Meng Yi had left, brushed aside the thick white snow, and revealed Meng Yi's stiff cheeks.

"This kid." The visitor sighed helplessly, and disappeared into this extremely cold place.

Meng Yi felt that he had a dream, the dream was very long, in the dream, he became a sculpture, worshiped by thousands of people, this was a very beautiful dream, but Meng Yi gave birth to any sense of pride.

On the contrary, there is a helpless despair in his heart, he is not a sculpture, he has a soul, he has consciousness, but why did those worshippers not hear the cry in his heart, why did they still worship in ignorance.

No one heard him speak, and the worshippers were always reverently expressing their respect one after another, but that respect was only a kind of respect outside the soul.

Dreams are always dreams, and there will be a time when you wake up.

"Master, is that you?" Meng Yi sat on the edge of the ice bed, his eyes looked directly at a figure at the door and asked.

"Who else can you think of but me?" Hu Yong walked in mockingly, "Do you know how dangerous it was yesterday, if I hadn't found out in time, I guess you would have died a long time ago." There was a hint of anger in Hu Yong's tone.

"No, you're in control, aren't you?" Meng Yi glanced at Hu Yong meaningfully.

Hu Yong's face suddenly became a little unnatural, and then he said tremblingly: "You also overestimate your master's strength, I don't have that ability, it's just a coincidence." ”

"Load, keep loading." Meng Yi said with an unchanged face.

"Bang!" Hu Yong was directly a burst, "Do you have to talk to the master like this, what's the benefit of me lying to you, what wine can you give me to drink?" Hu Yong glanced at Meng Yi with some disdain.

"Wine?" Meng Yi suddenly laughed, the last time he returned to Sujin City, he specially brought the hundred-year spring that he had left before, and it was five hundred years old, I don't know if it would scare this old man if he took it out.

"Ahem..."Meng Yi looked at Hu Yong with a longing gaze and said, "Master, if the apprentice gives you a pot of good wine, you can tell me something, okay?" ”

"This is natural, as long as there is good wine, all questions must be answered." Hu Yong had an indifferent expression.

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