"Puff puff puff", a few sounds in succession, the big ball and the ice passage faded as quickly as they came.

Xiaobao "bang" resumed the prototype crying and rubbing his "left foot", Chu Ming got up and moved his somewhat stiff hands and feet.

After a while, after smashing the small mouth into the size of a human head, Xiaobao and Chu Ming got closer attentively, the wall was very thick, and they saw a vast white patch on the front and back, right and left, yes, it was all white.

It took Chu Ming, who had regained some strength, a quarter of an hour to get through...... The size of a dog hole.

Panting, the duo glanced at each other and climbed over, what is the image? What kind of male god idol baggage?

The moment they climbed over, Chu Ming and Xiaobao only felt that their bodies were full of spiritual power, and they used a cleaning technique for the first time, and the little brother with a face like jade was back!

"Master, what the hell is this place? For the first time, Xiaobao questioned his understanding of the position of his encyclopedia (Lin Qianqianci).

Chu Ming looked at the snow-white and pure silver-covered world, and the snowflakes as white as jade fluttered one after another, like beautiful jade-colored butterflies, like dancing like drunk. Like a blown dandelion, it seems to be flying. Scattered and gathered, fluttering and leisurely, falling on the face a little cool.

He grew up in the south and never saw snow, not ...... When I fled to Lianhu Town and lived like a dog, I saw the snow-white world, the dirty deals, the miserable and colorless little beggars.

The light of his eyes seemed to be torn by a beast in the depths, and he flickered and flickered in a dark and turbulent manner...... The next second, as if he was going to be dragged into hell by something, the fists that had not been scratched on the back of his hands clenched unconsciously.

"Master, when you go out later, call the little tongs in and let's have a snowball fight!", Xiaobao, who didn't notice the master's emotions at all, happily rolled in the snow in front of him, and built a snowman Xiaobao.

Awakened by the three words "little pliers", Chu Mingmeng inhaled and breathed violently, his hands and feet trembled slightly due to lack of oxygen, like a person who had been drowning and holding his breath for too long, and his eyes seemed to have opened the curtain and regained his vitality.

Master, he has a master.

The lips that had regained the color of rose petals evoked an unpredictable smile, and the cold and unpredictable color showed a hint of tenderness because of the faint pear vortex.

Haohai's starry eyes once again looked around the elf-like ice and snow world.

I saw that the snowflakes in front of me were as naughty as butterflies, falling under the eaves for a while, on the branches of the trees, and floating on Chu Ming's face from time to time.

They dance in various positions in the air, flying, hovering, or falling straight and fast, and falling to the ground.

A gust of wind blew, and the pure white hem and jet-black black hair fluttered in a beautiful arc of different heights, and pieces of snowflakes fell softly on the shoulders.

The sideburns are like a knife and the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the thick and slender eyelashes are slightly constricted, and the pupils that are as deep as the moon and the starry sky are looking ahead, and the young man is like a good mural engraved vividly at the moment.

Even he was a little stunned by the beautiful scenery, presumably, the master will also like it.

"Squeak, squeak", Chu Ming made a slight protest as soon as he moved the soft and untrampled snow.

Chu Ming flew towards a barely visible red in front of him, and when he landed, there was another "squeak".

The hilt of the sword in his right hand was slightly lifted to open the snow, and he saw that his appearance was slowly revealed on the ground, and he was very low-key......

A sword?

"Huh? This is ...... Huh?!Hold the grass!", Xiaobao who came over looked at this sword and became more and more familiar, isn't this the sword of Lord Mi Wu?!

The sparse but vaguely reducible purple-blue tassel on the handle, the shallow X scratch on the scabbard, and the length of the sword ...... The little pliers said that by coincidence, one could have, and two ... There may also be, the three most probable...... Coincidence = Truth!

"Little Gezi, what's wrong with you, Dead Gezi, wake up, you're not dead, hey, hey!", Xiaobao slammed the red sword with his buttocks.

Chu Ming saw that he knew him, so he got up and went to the research cabin.

For the first time, Xiaobao felt the pleasure of Xiao Gezi being pressed under him (hey, it seems weird), and he thought that when he was with the first master, this dead brother always laughed at him

Back then, his master Qi Yan and Mi Wu were good brothers, but the first person he saw when he was born was Mi Wu.

He especially remembered that day, when the pear blossoms were all over the sky, Lord Mi Wu stepped on the white gauze silk and fluttered down, with light red clothes and long black hair flying poplars.

The gentle jade hand with body temperature held him, and when he looked closer, he only felt that everything in heaven and earth had lost its color.

The lips that are red without points, the high bridge of the nose, the appropriate thickness of the eyebrows, and the slight downward bend of the eyebrows, like a fine product carved by God himself, it is a pity to be more exaggerated and less.

Xiaobao was shot through the heart by this magnified peerless beauty at that time, and he trembled and was excited like a cow when he opened his mouth:

"Beauty, can I bow under your skirt?"

He didn't listen to what Mi Wu said, he only remembered that a sound of a dead man not paying for his life "dominated the screen" in his mind.

Later, although he was shocked that Mi Wu was a man, Xiaobao still stalked him with a bull's strength.

At that time, he was already a mortal god of Mi Wu's natal weapon, so he desperately said bad things about him to hinder him, and made a lot of jokes, so he had no choice but to give it to the master of Qiyan who had not yet had a natal weapon.

Thinking about licking his face first near the water, he is a good buddy, and he can often see Lord Mi Wu, so he agreed aggrievedly.

Fortunately, the owner of Qiyan is a hearty person, and he doesn't care about signing an equal contract with him at all.

The hateful thing is that every time Master Mi Wu comes to die, he has to fight against him, choking his mouth, fighting, fighting, doing everything, and laughing at him for not being able to cultivate a spiritual body as an artifact......

Just as Xiaobao was thinking about the past, he was jumping hard while shouting.

"You're enough! Get up quickly!Dead Treasure!", a light and tactful but angry tone suddenly spoke, and Xiao Bao jumped up with a thunderclap on the ground.

Chu Ming approached the only wooden house as if no one was around, the eaves were very small and low, and the square was a long and regular square according to the master's words, but it looked like a ...... Give the sword to live.

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Lin Mou, who was anxious by the waterhole, lifted his trouser legs and was about to go into the water as soon as he took off his shoes and socks, and his white and tender feet just touched the water and froze violently, and he shivered several times, and goosebumps exploded on his face.

So, I slowly shrank back again.

Half squatting and thinking for 0.2 seconds, he slowly took the white sock cleaning technique to clean it up and put it on immediately, and the small boots flew over with his hand and returned to his original position.

Apprentice, you're right, if I go into the water, I'll either die today or be cold tomorrow.

Sure enough, this waterhole was very strange, and the cold air could also block and block the spiritual power, and it had been a long time since she had felt such a bone-cold water temperature.

Lin someone, who was wearing shoes, took out a five-spiced melon seed in his hand, and took out a small Qiankun bag that looked broken and used as a trash can.

Because the depth of the cold pool is unknown, the bottom of the pool is sprinkled with a lot of black and green algae, which makes this pool look very gloomy, and the sunlight is tightly covered by the canyon behind.

The surface of the water is like a mirror, but the back of the mirror seems to be ominous with black, and people dare not approach it.

It's just that Lin Qianqian's heart is relatively big, maybe it's the big guy in front of her own territory, or maybe the food in her mouth drives away her vigilance.

While half-squatting and looking at the reflection of the beauty in the water, he swallowed melon seeds, and couldn't help but nodded, the beauty is really more beautiful than others even picking her nose!

"Whoa!"

"Bang!

"Poof——!", Lin Qianqian's mouth opened wide and was about to throw cookies and milky biscuits into it, and he was fed thoroughly by a large basin of pouring rain from the sky, and his whole body was cold.

The small biscuits that had been washed up a few meters deep in the waterhole surfaced and swayed again......