The snow is blank.

After a while, the fierce north wind blew the snow again, shrouding the entire Sang Mo Forest under frost.

In the depths of the forest, there were still a few people waiting for Ergang to return.

Chang Fei and Duan Yuming leaned close to each other, mentally maintaining vigilance, and muscles trying to keep soothing.

Da Gang was a little far away from the two, his head was stunned, his mouth was pouted high on his round fat face, obviously he was in a bad mood because Er Gang was not around, and his mouth didn't make a "wave" sound.

Even if the two of them wanted to take care of it, they didn't know how to do it, so they simply let it go, after all, the voice was not loud.

The wind is drifting, the snow is falling, and the feet are tapping.

Suddenly, Duan Yuming's face changed color.

Duan Yuming simply flew up and covered Da Gang's mouth.

Da Gang was of course a little dry, but looking at Duan Yuming's face, he didn't struggle wantonly.

All three of them closed their breaths at the same time.

From the snow-white slowly walked out of a line of figures.

Somehow, the wind that blows as usual, the snow that falls as usual, and the air that floats as usual, all condensed in an instant.

Fortunately, the secret place of the three of them was chosen by Er Gang and Chang Fei together, as long as they don't take the initiative to reveal the killing machine or sound, no one will find it directly.

Duan Yuming's pupils widened, and he watched as the pedestrian walked into the open space in the center of the hinterland, and he was stationed so casually. Except for the tall swordsman who was still standing, the other two sat down cross-legged leisurely, and someone even moved out a wooden bench, and even Erlang's legs were bent peacefully.

This awesome line is, of course, Tang Yi's four.

Tang Yi went straight to the point, since he was intent on catching all the flags, he would not hide in Tibet, this hinterland was a place where everyone had to pass through, so Tang Yi was waiting here, waiting for others to send the flags.

It is this unique momentum that makes people feel terrible.

Other people's perception of Tang Yi's palpitations may be that he threw the iron dog over his shoulder, but Chang Fei, who grew up in Junyong City, knew that Tang Yi at the beginning was compared with Meng Qingyi, although he only became Mu Li's deputy after all, but because he began to be indifferent after repeatedly losing to Meng Qingyi.

The standing wooden swordsman Yan Li has a lot of origins.

The famous masters in Moyutang all fought with this person, and regardless of victory or defeat, they all praised this person's sword.

And Chang Fei, who knows the inside story, understands that Lian Jia, who is always gagging, is a really difficult idea to deal with. So far, no one has been able to bargain for benefits in the fight with him, and even the arrogant Du Bazhi has avoided it.

In any case, these people should not be alarmed.

What's more, Ergang is not here now.

But it is precisely because of Ergang's absence that some people can't bear it after all.

This person, of course, is Dagang.

Da Gang's mouth may have been blocked, but Da Gang's stomach began to "gurgle".

This is nothing, Da Gang, who is so bloated, needs tonic every meal, but just now he just ate a few cold and hard steamed buns, and he didn't have a mouthful of oil and water, and of course his stomach protested.

Even if Duan Yuming still had a hand, he couldn't cover his hungry voice.

The sound of hunger was not loud, and under the wind and snow, it was as thin as a mosquito and a fly.

But Yan Li suddenly turned around, and a pair of stern eyes were on the three of them.