The next morning, Ammo woke up from freezing, and it was very cold in the cellar. When he got out of the cellar, he saw that it was already white outside, and the sudden heavy snow made him cry out in his heart, how could it suddenly change the sky, and the cellar was not stocked with enough food. The wild fruits picked these days are not enough for grandma to eat alone, so do you have to tie up your mouth. It's easy to bite your teeth, but if you don't listen to your stomach, you'll be hungry.

Aimo picked up a ball of snow and stuffed it into his mouth, first deceiving his stomach. Now I still have to pick fruits, if I don't go today, tomorrow when the snow is heavy, the red fruit forest will not be found. And today's snow is also beneficial, you can drag a pulley, you can bring back a lot of wild fruits, and it is estimated that you can get to the time when the snow melts. It's really not good, in the future, I will go to the weeping swamp again, let my grandmother eat red fruits alone, and the living can suffocate urine.

Just thinking about it, the white fish villain in his mind jumped out again, and the delicious taste of white fish also came to his mouth, and he couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of gluttonous water. But just thinking about it, the white fish villain immediately let the red fruit villain knock him down, listening to grandma's words is the right way, no matter how hard it is, you have to pick the fruit.

The snow was falling, whirling in the cold wind, and hitting your face head-on. In the wind and snow, Aimo could barely raise his head, and in the distance there was chaos, and he couldn't see anything. But he had a way to find his way, and he could find the right direction by walking along the edge of the weeping swamp's green grass.

The heavy snow also drifted into the Weeping Swamp, but the snowflakes melted quickly after falling into the water, and the water rose with kind smoke, and the snow that fell on the green grass of the Weeping Swamp also melted a lot. Under the thin layer of snow in the weeping swamp, there was a faint amount of green, and Aimo could tell the direction to the east by looking at the green under his feet.

In the wind and snow, Aimo didn't know the time, but fortunately he was in the right direction, so that he soon reached the rock where he wept yesterday. The silent boulder made his heart warm, as if he had seen an acquaintance.

Touching a handful of snowflakes that covered his eyebrows, Elmo didn't stop under the rocks and continued to walk towards the red fruit forest. The block dragged behind him is still a toy that my grandmother tied when I was a child, and now the block is still strong, but my grandmother is old.

After overcoming the temptation of the white fish yesterday, although the body is very tired, Aimo is in a very good mental state, and he has a great sense of accomplishment for being able to restrain this **, and feels that he has grown up. When he was moving forward against the wind and snow, the red fruit villain in his mind jumped out from time to time to cheer, and he was encouraged by this sense of growth, and the more he walked, the more brisk he became.

It's not that the suffering of a night has made him grow up and his physical strength has increased, but that the snow on the ground is getting thicker and thicker, and the towed block is not so heavy. What's more, the body loses consciousness in the cold wind and cannot respond to the signal of fatigue in time, so the brain deceives itself and says that it is light.

In the boundless snow, Aimo kept cheering himself up, and also sang a song, it didn't matter what the tune was, but the lyrics moved me very much: "No matter how big the snow is, no matter how loud the wind is, I am not afraid of me." For the sake of the red fruit in front of me, for my grandmother to have something to eat, I must work hard, I must work hard! Forward and forward, come on, come on, come on, come on, red fruit in front, red fruit in front, I will eat Guoguo, I will eat...... Ahem, ahem!" As he sang, he looked up, and the swirling snowflakes mixed with the cold wind poured into his throat and choked hard.

The old clothes on my body were soaked, I don't know if it was sweat or melted snow, and it quickly became frozen again in the cold wind, and it was hard to cover my body, and it was very uncomfortable to be wet and cold. Fortunately, Elmo's morale was high, and he continued to set off again, leaving behind a long rut and two rows of crooked footprints.

No matter how far the road is, there is an end, and no matter how great the suffering, there is an end. After a hard trek, Aimo finally found the red and brilliant wild fruit in the snowy wilderness. Against the backdrop of snow, these red fruits are so alluring and so beautiful. Today, Aimo has also learned wisely, he carefully avoided the spikes of the branches, lightly picked a red fruit hanging with snow, took a hard bite, and finally started eating. And the stomach that had been hungry for a long time gurgled very cooperatively.

"Don't worry, there is fruit!" Aimo said heroically, patting his stomach, reaching out and picking another one, opening his bow left and right to eat.

Life is the best teacher, and after two spike wounds, Aimo is very skilled at picking wild fruits today. Despite the constant wind and snow, the way to avoid the spikes was much more clever, and the fact that he was unscathed from beginning to end made the tired little fruit farmer very happy, and he could boast to his grandmother again. Every bit of his growth can make his grandmother happy for a long time, and not hurting himself today is the greatest success, and of course there is a cart full of fruit, enough to hide from the wind and snow in the cellar.

There was a "sting", and Aimo, who didn't hurt his hand, let the thorns on the branches tear the tattered clothes. The pervasive cold wind swept the snowflakes in an instant, swept away the last bit of warmth under the clothes, and made Aimo shiver incessantly.

"What should I do?" Aimo cried and was helpless, there were few clothes, this fat old shirt was heard to be a relic of his father, and now it is also torn, I don't want my grandmother's disappointed face first, even how to go home has become a problem. He barely managed to find a straw rope and tied up his clothes, but the wild fruits on the car were gone, and a few naughty red fruits jumped down and hid in the thick snow.

"Gu himself or Gu Hongguo?" Ai Mo was dumbfounded, in order to reduce the burden when he went out, he left all the extra things behind, and brought the most necessary things, now that there is an accident, what should I do? Hongguo must not be lost, if there is no these fruits, it will be interrupted tomorrow, and grandma's thin body will definitely not survive. But after taking care of Hongguoguo, his clothes are wide open, and whether he can walk back has become a problem.

"I don't believe it, I can freeze to death without clothes!" Ai Mo launched a ruthless attack, those rats and the like have no clothes to wear, don't they also spend the winter, they are not as good as the little mice, "Look at me fighting the heavens and the earth, people will win the sky!"

Barely knotting his clothes, Aimo left a straw rope to tie the wild fruit on the pulley, and took a firm step home.

At this time, the snow is falling heavier. The weeping swamp and water finally couldn't resist the natural power of heaven and earth, and the heavy snow covered it, and the green grass on the edge was completely gone, and the surroundings looked white. Fortunately, Elmo could still make out the road when he was there, and some of the faint ruts and footprints had not yet completely covered the snow, so as long as he followed the way he came, he would definitely be able to go home.

dragged a cart of heavy wild fruits, and his footsteps were deeply sunk in the snow, and the torn clothes could not keep warm at all, and sometimes the clothes flew around and made trouble for him. In this way, the journey home was extremely long, and what scared Aimo even more was that the original vague traces on the ground had been completely covered by snow, and now he didn't know where to go.

Looking around in the wind and snow, even if he stood on top of the pulley, Aimo couldn't see the road. There is no landmark that can help you find the direction of your home, except for white, and how to know where you are. Even the most familiar big rocks on the edge of the weeping swamp are now buried in the snow.

But he didn't dare to cry, because at this time, crying was a luxury. Preserving a little physical strength and a little warmth is the key to surviving in the snow. Wrapped up in his clothes, Aimo walked firmly in one direction. He is not afraid of going into the weeping swamp by mistake, he is afraid that he will not be able to return home before dark, and his grandmother must be worried that it will be bad, and if the old woman goes out to look for it on a snowy day, it will be even more auspicious.

Aimo turned to look in the direction of the rut and continued to walk forward, just now on the way home, and if he continued, he would get closer and closer to home.

No one had ever told him that this aimless movement would be completely lost in the snowstorm, and that no life experience would warn him that exhausting the last of his strength in the snow was a dead end. Aimo didn't even know that the grandmother of the old dragon bell was actually a peerless master, as long as she waited until night came, she could find herself with a random night secret technique. But all of this is outside of Elmo's mind, and the only thing he insists on is to move forward, and then forward.

The raging snow did not stop at all because the child was pitiful, and the bitter north wind mercilessly stripped away every bit of warmth from Aimo's body. The sled slumped heavier, its feet staggered, its eyes began to blur, and its clothes spread out again like a flower dancing in the wind, but no one knew how long the flower would last before withering in the wind and snow. Elmo's mind had stagnated, the heat in his body had been taken away by the wind, and the thought of escape had frozen, leaving only one step after another to move unconsciously.

When it snows, the sky is still bright after the sun sets. The cat's grandmother at home was so anxious that she came out of the cellar countless times, but it was still white all around, and there was no trace of her grandson. She wanted to use the Night Secret Technique countless times to find it, but she was often afraid, and every time she pressed the little black stick that cast the spell, she regretted it a lot. Between exposing the secrets of the Night Clan and retrieving her grandson, which is more important than the other, this makes the old woman very entangled.

When it got dark, the old lady couldn't bear it anymore and made up her mind to get her precious grandson back no matter what. Only then did he raise the little black stick, and suddenly the heavens and the earth changed, and a strange light pierced the sky, ignoring the obstacles of the blizzard, and instantly lit up the dim wasteland. It took a long time for this bright light to fade, and the surroundings returned to their gloomy appearance.

"Cursed Light!" the old woman, who was about to perform the secret technique of the night, was completely cold. It was a light she knew very well, it had flashed when Amor had been born, it had flashed when her son had been born, and her mother had seen it herself when she was born. This is the ultimate holy method for the God of Light to curse the Night Clan, and whenever the Night Clan suffers a catastrophe, this cursed light will flash. Whenever this light appeared in the sky, the people of the Night Clan in the place where the light appeared for a period of time were all suppressed, and no matter how high their cultivation was, the Night Secret Technique could not be used for the time being. As a result, the confident Night Demon is helpless, and she is once again a lonely old woman.

"If the sky is going to stop the Dark Night Clan, come at me!" the old woman's white hair was messy in the wind and snow, and she cursed viciously at the heavens, "Damn the God of Light! Isn't it enough for you to destroy my father, my son, and my people, why do you have to embarrass my grandson! He is not the Night Clan, and he will never be the Night Clan! I beg you, take my old woman's life, and leave him a glimmer of life!"