After the festival, another heavy snow was sprinkled, which calmed down the excitement and noise of the Yuan Day.

This heavy snow is heavier than the previous ones, so that people who should have visited relatives and friends stay at home, in fact, this is not too bad, the snow is a mega year, and the harvest in the fields under the snow will be much better next year, so not many people curse this sudden heavy snowfall.

In the early morning, a man dressed in black walked out of Hengbei City, which made the soldiers on duty inevitably pay more attention, after all, the New Year has not yet passed, and even people who go out to do business rarely choose to go out at this time.

"Okay, don't look at it, this is the general of General Bai of Daming City, you can't fake it, let him go." A soldier who looked like a lieutenant walked over and gently patted the armorer who was looking at the black-clothed back, handed out a brown leather wine jug, and asked, "Do you want to have some?" Xiao Xizi has just warmed, and now it's cold and warm."

The armorer came back to his senses, took the cowhide flask handed by the captain, pulled out the stopper, sniffed hard, and then poured it into his mouth vigorously.

Seeing that this wolf-hearted guy actually wanted to take a sip of most of the pot of warm wine, the lieutenant hurriedly went to grab it, and did not forget to kick the armor soldier hard.

The armor soldier was kicked by the force and staggered several steps before he stabilized his body, and smiled at the captain: "Captain, why do you feel distressed when you drink some wine? I didn't see you so distressed when you blackmailed me."

"Nonsense, can my own be the same as someone else's?" The lieutenant scolded angrily, and then casually handed the token engraved with a "white" character from his waist to the armor soldier and instructed: "Don't follow the old rules about this, you go to the General's Mansion and hand it over to the general directly, if necessary, go to the Flying Beast Camp to borrow a flying beast and ask the side of Daming City."

The armor soldier nodded solemnly, and when he took the token, he still wanted to grab the small half pot of warm wine left, and at the same time scolded and said, "Let Lao Tzu run so far, this pot of wine will be given to me."

This time, the lieutenant did not hesitate to generously stuff a piece of the cowhide wine jug to the armor sergeant, and instructed, "There should still be one over there in the camp on duty, you go and fill some more."

The armor soldier grinned at the lieutenant as he shook the little half-pot of kraft flask, "That's enough."

After speaking, the armor soldier stepped lightly under his feet and flew out in an instant, heading straight to the city, with a faint cloud on both sides of his legs.

Ride the wind and drive the clouds! An ordinary city defender is actually a monk who is still in the virtual realm.

After the figure of the armor soldier left from sight, another armor soldier complained: "Captain, Brother Ding Hao, the scout captain, was driven here to guard the door because he was drinking, you give him wine now, isn't this forcing people to make mistakes, if you can't go back, see how Big Brother Ding Hao tosses you when the time comes."

The lieutenant slowly walked up to the talking soldier, smiled at him for a while, and then raised his leg and kicked on the soldier's leg a few times, and scolded angrily: "Why are you everywhere, such a cold day, and you still have the strength to speak, and you are also standing together in the afternoon class."

The armorer held back for a long time before he couldn't speak.

This black-clothed person who went out of the city early in the morning was Chu Shishanhe, Chu Shishanhe looked up at the snowflakes that kept falling and the cold wind whistling by, and regretted it a little, but he still listened to the old man's words. Yesterday, the old bastard didn't say that this heavy snow would pass soon, and if he left the city now, he might catch the ferry from Wuyang City the morning after tomorrow, and then he would be able to lie down in the capital.

Then Chu Shishanhe believed it, and then he rushed to the northeast alone under the wind and snow, and this is still within the scope of Hengbei City, Chu Shishanhe did not dare to show his wings, otherwise he would have slept in the prison of Hengbei City at night.

Of course, the most bitter thing is not only Chu Shishan River, in a frozen river about thirty miles in front of him, there are three figures impressively under the glacier, but it is difficult to find it with a thick layer of ice and snowflakes covering the river.

The winter in the north is extremely long and cold, and at its coldest it can even freeze the entire river, but this time it was clearly not.

Beneath the three feet of ice on the surface of the river, a huge ice chamber stood there abruptly, although there were different degrees and sizes under the ice

The icicles naturally hung down, like a long inverted ice forest, but it was insignificant compared to the ice chamber with a height of more than three meters, and the fish in the river naturally discovered this unusual scene, but no matter how they swam, they couldn't get even half an inch closer there, so they could only turn around and swim to the side.

In this square ice chamber with a height and width of more than three meters, sitting in the human race ink shadow came to ambush Chu Shishanhe, but the three of them were obviously a lot more embarrassed this time than the previous wind and clouds.

The man who looked like a crop man looked at the fish outside the transparent ice wall with a melancholy expression and did not speak, his clothes were a little tattered, and even his face was blue and purple. Although the emaciated man opposite the crop man did not have as many injuries on his face as the crop man, his hand always supported his waist, and it was obvious that he was also not lightly injured.

Even the man who cared most about his face and dress was in tatters, and it was obvious that he had been cut by a sharp weapon.

The three of them, like the man, each sat in a corner of the ice room, and on the ground between the three of them was a small tripod the size of a palm, and a blue flame burned in the ding, small but very warm.

The emaciated man muttered as if he were scolding someone, and at the same time pulled out a small piece of wood carved chess piece from his sleeve.

The reader thought that it was still the last time that the word "pawn" on behalf of Zhang Fuzhi turned out to be a big word when he looked closely, and he could only smile bitterly.

The emaciated man was still scolding in his mouth, and then directly threw the chess piece engraved with the word "Tong" directly into the small ding, and the blue flame in the ding swallowed the chess piece and instantly jumped three meters high, burning directly to the ice above his head, but what is strange is that with the disappearance of the flame tongue of the blue flame, the ice has no effect, not even a drop of melted water.

This act of emaciating Chinese characters obviously provoked the crop man again, and the crop man snorted coldly and mocked: "What's the use of playing with these twists and turns, you have the ability to beat that Chu madman."

The emaciated man was not annoyed by the crop man this time, and took out a chess piece engraved with the word "Chu" from his sleeve and threw it into Xiaoding, and instantly burst up a three-meter-high tongue of fire, and the emaciated man said casually: "We didn't get much bargain from that Lu Tong when we joined forces, so don't dislike anyone."

After speaking, the emaciated man looked at the reader again, and the reader smiled helplessly, raised his tattered sleeves, and said, "That little girl is extremely strong, I really can't find a chance to help you."

"*** Lu Tong." The emaciated man scolded.