The sword finally lasted until the loneliness of the night.

Even the most prodigal drinkers will inevitably go home drunk now.

Those who can't walk, just like corpses, lie "dead" on the side of the road casually, even if they will be cold into ice sculptures in the winter night, they don't care and don't care.

Jian Ming crept out of the straw.

All over the body were blue and purple from the cold, and a layer of white frost covered the exposed straw skin.

Jian Ming slowly walked towards a few "dead" people who were paralyzed on the ground, in his footsteps, there was no longer the flexibility of a person, but it was like a zombie, every step was hard, seventeen or eighteen steps, he actually walked a stick of incense, which really consumed a lot of his physical strength.

At this moment, someone suddenly woke up from drunkenness, only to see this person shaking his head and constantly rubbing his hand against his eye sockets.

Jian Ming was a little panicked, and wanted to lower his body and find a place to hide, but the way he looked now, how to be short, so he had to be discovered.

This person was already worried, but suddenly met Jian Ming like a ghost, shivered, and retreated to the wall behind him little by little, and when there was no way to retreat, he was even more frightened and fainted.

In this way, it is convenient for the sword to be undergone.

Jian Ying walked up to several people and began to steal from them.

A felt hat was taken from the head of a man, a scarf was drawn from the neck of a man, a large jacket was taken from a man, a pair of velvet trousers was taken from a man's legs, a pair of wool boots were taken off from a man's feet, and finally a few taels of silver were taken from a man's pocket.

Only then did there be a trace of warmth, slowly gathering towards Jian Ming's body.

Jian Ming ducked in a corner with tiles and walls, blowing desperately at his stiff hands. The breath turned into white smoke in the air, but it still transmitted the only warmth in the body to the fingertips.

Only the sword can be in such a body.

At the beginning of the battle, Sang Molin looked badly injured, and even the bone skin of one hand was turned over, but he only cultivated for a day or two, and then appeared beside Lu Muqing with his hands tied with plaster, and it was even more astonishing to be able to stay naked for a few hours in the bone-chilling night.

Jian Ying no longer had to stand up.

Jian Ming could even feel the toes come to life.

The sword rejuvenated his limbs and meridians, and for places that were too stiff, such as the crooks of his arms and knees, he spent time rubbing them until he was slightly warm, until he could move at will, and then walked towards the city gate.

It's night, the last rays of darkness that the day is about to come.

Jian Mingxuan broke through at this time, of course, because the people in the most night, even if they were still open, they were probably sleepy, and there was always a little sour feeling in their brains, which made people unable to act calmly.

Unless there is extremely cruel self-restraint and training, a person can completely break through such a predicament. Jian Ming didn't think that such a character would be there in Yinjunfang.

Of course not.

One of the guards even hated the candlelight at night, so he covered his eyes with a soft cloth.

But the sword still can't move.

After all, in terms of physical function, because of the cold and the heaviness of the night, Jian Ying could not have the speed when he was at the peak of his state.

And even if it swept through the city, if it attracted pursuers, it would definitely outweigh the losses.

Jian Ming's heart began to feel a little anxious.

Because the time of the night is so short, once the sky starts to turn white, even the whereabouts cannot be hidden.

And you have to figure out a way when the day comes, otherwise you won't be able to survive the second winter without shelter.