Hong Lei is an old fritter, cunning enough, and he has an innate sense of smell for some special situations. Otherwise, you must not be able to mix fifty miles away in the inner courtyard of the palace, and you can still be like a fish in water. At the moment, he chewed and swallowed a wild boar leg in his mouth, and intentionally or unintentionally turned his head to look at the group of wine bags and rice bags that were making loud noises on the fire more than a dozen feet away, with a look of disdain in his eyes. He knew that someone would die, maybe he might be one of them, or he would die without warning. When the fire of Tiger Roaring Heights was in full swing, he smelled a faint scorching smell. Maybe the people and animals in the Zhuangzi are under the Zhuangzi, and he smells the breath of death, which is what makes him special. He suddenly regretted that he shouldn't have dragged the 'Eagle Claw Gate' into this shocking case.

The northwest wind whistled and made his face hurt like a knife, and the hot breath from his mouth quickly hit his face cold. If he didn't light a fire on such a cold day, he would die, and even though he felt that the fire would bring disaster, there was no way to do it, so he couldn't freeze to death first! Hong Lei tightened his mink coat, and the fire burned half of his exposed face red. His subordinates were really well fed and slept, and he looked at these people with a wry smile. Just wanted to close his eyes and squint for a while, but he was indeed a little tired. There seemed to be a slight noise in the northwest wind, like the sound of a pebble rolling, but it didn't seem to be.

"Get up, hurry!" "The Thunderbolt" Hong Lei looked nervously at the top of the mountain and woke up his subordinates loudly. They looked sleepily at the top of the hill. The sound was so clear that I just couldn't see what it was.

"Master Hong, this is ......"

"No, run!" Hong Lei scurried towards a col he already knew. Those people had already heard the sound, but they didn't know what was going on, and when they saw him running like this, they still had to think about it, and they had already run with him.

Avalanche, this is an avalanche! What began as a crackling sound gradually turned into a deafening thunder, followed by a violent tremor under your feet. As soon as they ran into the col, the snow and ice mixed with the rocks roared down, and the landslide and ground cracked with increasing momentum. Their eyes widened in astonishment as the ice, snow and stones swept down in anger. In just a cup of tea, the mountain col where it was located had been firmly sealed by more than ten zhang high ice and snow mixed with stones.

Hong Lei, the 'thunderbolt', crossed his arms and faced Yanguiling, and sighed for a long time: "There is a cave on that side, gather some firewood and grass to light the fire! "He knows that this avalanche is definitely man-made, and at this time, as long as even one percent of the snow just poured down on it, we will all become immortal 'zongzi' for thousands of years. I am in the dark in the Ming family, and I have been held in the hands of others, and I have become fish on the board, what else is there to be afraid of this and that, let's talk about it first!

"I'm tired tonight, so you don't have to keep vigil, let's all sleep! Hong Lei leaned against the innermost rock wall of the cave and commanded. The snow that sealed the col blocked the wind, and the fire at the entrance of the cave was very large, and the whirring heat poured directly into the cave, and the cave was as warm as spring in a short time. "Lao Wang, you just beckon everyone to pay attention to the fire. As he spoke, he closed his eyes, and after a while there was a sound of snoring, and he fell asleep.

The night was really calm and unusual. It's just that the wild boar they roasted last night suddenly stood on the fire that was about to rest, the oil dripping in the fire creaked, and the smell of meat filled the whole cave. "Thunderbolt" Hong Lei pulled out the dagger on his waist and cut off a large piece of fat meat with the skin and put it in his mouth to chew, he stood at the entrance of the cave and faced Yanguiling, perhaps because the piece of meat was too big, his emaciated face was bulging. The fat dripped down the corners of his mouth and onto the ground, but he ignored it and just munched on it. "Eat all, only when you are full will you have the strength to find the way up the mountain!" The soft sneer just now should not have been heard.

He wasn't sure if there was poison in the meat, but he thought that if the other party wanted to kill him, he wouldn't go to such great lengths to find the wild boar meat and roast it in the dark, just to poison it? The whole play is just a game of cats and rats.,Since it's being played, let's play with it.,Scare me.,Hehe.,Lao Tzu is a dead person.,I'm afraid of this tune.。 Those few are all looking at each other and don't dare to eat, those who are wine bags and rice bags are always wine bags and rice bags, and there is no one who is not afraid of death. "Eat, don't you see Lao Tzu, there's a!" he said, grabbing the rock wall, and a rock had been crumbled into powder and thrown on the ground.

"Hmph!" A sneer followed, followed by a figure at the entrance of the cave, and a knife stabbed into the rock wall that Hong Lei had caught. Hong Lei had already reached the outside of the cave, and there was still a little figure. He had no choice but to walk back slowly, and when he looked up, a branch was still trembling and nailed to the stone wall, and there was a scent of half a wild boar's nose, and he couldn't help but be stunned. What a quick body, such a strong internal force! flashed his hand to cut the boar's nose and nail it to the stone wall he caught, and then disappeared into the snowy mountain very quickly. In one go, he didn't drag the mud and water in the slightest, and he felt that this could not be done by people.

Hong Lei pulled off the branch before taking off the boar's nose, just now he was indeed a little hysterical, angry, nervous, scared, and helpless to be played...... All of them are vented between grabbings. Now he had to be discouraged again, "The big guys have seen it!" He raised his pig's nose and continued: "I know that this errand is not easy to do! That master, no matter what we see, will die when we go back!I don't think it will be much more comfortable than dying on the mountain!" He raised the boar's nose and pointed to Yanguiling, the meaning of which was no more clear. He paused for a moment, looking at the annoyance of these people's fears, "The whole world is not the king's land, where can you flee for your life? If you want to leave now, Hong will never stop you!" said and put the pig's nose in his mouth.

The road out of the col has been sealed tightly by an avalanche, and who can get out. Maybe the 'Thunderbolt' Hong Lei can, who can catch the hand of the rock powder just now. If anyone really wants to leave, I'm afraid they will be caught by him immediately, and who dares to go!

Hong Lei knew that they didn't dare, and he knew that they didn't have the ability. So he said in a warm voice: "Hey, that's right! Everyone can only advance and retreat together with life and death at the moment, and maybe there will be a glimmer of life and a way to live! I advise you to eat this meat, maybe there will be no such good food in the future!" Hong Lei is right, this mountain col is like a prison trapping them, and those who can't get out are all another story.