As soon as this grass was paved from under their feet into the distance, Shen Moli clearly felt that wherever her footsteps were going, the path paved with grass would quietly change its direction and which direction it would pave.

It's just that the way this haunting grass path changed direction was extremely hidden, and Shen Moli and the three of them didn't change much direction, so they didn't discover the secret hidden in this truth.

Hearing Shen Moli's words, the little white tiger stepped away from the snow beside the grass path. Unexpectedly, this step actually stepped on the snow.

From the warm grass, step into the cold. The difference in temperature made the little white tiger tremble violently.

In the cold, the little white tiger couldn't help but let out a sigh: "Hiss-"

"You little tiger is really interesting, I heard that the trail was following the direction, so I stepped into the ice. If you didn't fall into the ice cave, you're lucky. Seeing the little white tiger so brutal, Qin Tian dragged the little white tiger back to the green grass path.

Shen Moli's statement is not wrong.

It's just that after Shen Moli broke the mystery, Qin Tian also quickly discovered that this trail did not change direction for everyone.

Only when Shen Moli's footsteps moved, this road would quietly change direction. If Shen Moli stood in place, no matter how much he and the little white tiger changed their direction, they would not be able to change the direction of the growth of this green grass.

Not only that, but this grass-covered path seems to have a hidden magic, which can absorb the energy hidden in the surrounding snow.

Around the path, shocking cracks are constantly blooming, spreading all around.

The cracks in the Dao make people frightened just by looking at it.

The crack exuded a cold air, as if a person could be frozen into ice by the overwhelming cold air as soon as he stepped into it.

The little white tiger has always been careful, if it weren't for talking to Shen Moli, there is no doubt that he would not rush into the snow.

The moment the little white tiger stepped into the snow, Qin Tian could clearly see that there were immediately a few cracks in the flat snow around the little white tiger. The terrifying surroundings seem to be dragging the little white tiger into the Shura hell at any time.

"Does it hurt?" Shen Moli leaned down and used his spiritual power to treat the redness and swelling in the tiger's claws caused by frostbite for the little white tiger.

Just now she was on the side of the trail and noticed an abnormality, so she didn't notice the little white tiger stepping into the snow.

When he turned around again, he saw Qin Tian standing on the grass with the little white tiger in his hand. The redness and swelling on the claws of the little white tiger seemed to tell what it had just encountered on the snow.

Although several people also walked on the snow when they entered this snowy area. But now the snow around them is even colder than when they first entered the snowfield.

It seems to be the warmth of the grass, absorbing the already slightly cold temperature around it, so that on the snow at this moment, even a casual breath can instantly freeze into ice.

Such a treacherous ice and snow, if Qin Tian hadn't pulled back the little white tiger in time, the current little white tiger would have already become an ice sculpture that couldn't move.

If the ice freezes the little white tiger's body, it will be difficult to melt again.

"I'm fine, Sister Li, let's go. Under Shen Moli's healing, the injuries on the claws of the little white tiger improved very quickly.

It slid off Qin Tian's body, and when it took a step, it was about to run towards the far side of the grass.

The surrounding glaciers are still crumbling. With the crack suddenly increasing, there were bursts of sounds, which continued to intensify the uneasiness in the little white tiger's heart at this moment.

At the moment, it was too desperate to avoid all this.

All the sound of ice bursting was like a bomb that could blow the little white tiger to pieces at any time, and the little white tiger trembled.

It looked around, and only felt that this place full of horror around it was faintly intensifying its own uneasiness.

There is a blurry figure, struggling in the ice lake, and slowly sinking to the bottom of the lake in the struggle, flashing in the little white tiger sea.

The little white tiger's eyes were shocked, and he stopped in place, stretching out his claws to grab the blurred figure.

But its tiger claws stretched forward several times, but instead of grabbing the figure, it felt that the figure had disappeared into the ice lake and completely left itself.

Feeling that death had completely engulfed that figure, the little white tiger's eyes darkened, and he lay on the spot, the loss in his eyes was self-evident.

For a moment, the little white tiger even had the idea of dying for that figure in his heart.

The guilt, loss, and anger for no reason are mixed, so that the little white tiger can't figure out his thoughts.

It seemed to be trying to remember who that fleeting figure was.

But no matter what the little white tiger thinks, he can't really think of it.

However, the pain brought to the little white tiger by that figure really exists.

This kind of pain is different from the usual. It was the pain of cramps and broken bones, which made the little white tiger extremely painful.

Even, the little white tiger could conclude in an instant that the pain was even more painful than losing Qi Heng himself.

Thinking back to Fang Cai, the little white tiger seemed to hear the figure constantly shouting something before it sank into the ice lake.

However, after that picture flashed, no matter how hard the little white tiger tried to think about it, he could no longer really remember the slightest clue. So much so that it wondered who that figure was and why it was so painful, but after thinking about it for a long time, it was fruitless.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing the little white tiger hurriedly walking forward, and suddenly stopping in place, Shen Moli followed in a few steps, comforting the little white tiger and asked.

In this vast snowy land, although there are many dangers, the little white tiger almost died because of falling into the snow. But looking at the little white tiger's past style, Shen Moli didn't think that the little white tiger would be as nervous as he is now just because he stepped into the snow.

The little white tiger will have such a performance, in Shen Moli's opinion, there must be other reasons.

Although in Qin Ming Garden, Shen Moli had seen the little white tiger admit his cowardice. But after seeing how the little white tiger fearlessly resisted the enemy for the sake of the evil Yi clan, Shen Moli didn't think that the little white tiger would behave so abnormally because of an accident stepping into the snow.

Looking at the little white tiger's flustered appearance, Shen Moli leaned over and hugged the little white tiger into his arms, as if telling the little white tiger that he was still by his side with a close temperature.

Such warmth really made the little white tiger's trembling body gradually return to its former calm.

"Sister Li, I'm ......" The little white tiger looked at Shen Moli, and his voice paused slightly.

It wanted to tell Shen Moli what he had seen and heard, but for a while, he felt that everything he had just seen and heard was really too ridiculous.

Thinking about it this way, no matter how much he wanted to say to Shen Moli, Little White Tiger decided to keep it in his heart in silence.

It's just that in the ice lake that is a little invisible, the stars that flashed were recorded in the heart of the little white tiger.