Chapter 41: Desperate Flying Swallow

The blizzard spreading between heaven and earth spread unscrupulously, and each strong wind was like a sharp blade galloping, sharp and sharp, cold and bone-chilling, densely cutting his body. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A figure was gloomy and lonely, moving his legs with difficulty, stepping into the knee-high snow, the biting cold was like a maggot on the tarsal bones, stinging every skin of his body, the body moved slightly, the cold cold was swimming back and forth in the limbs, and it seemed to be the sound of thousands of ants gnawing on bones, creaking.

His pupils constricted, his heroic face was distorted, a thin layer of frost shrouded his face, his upper and lower teeth seemed to beat a dense drum, tight and fast, his snow-white cheeks exuded the rotten aura of a zombie man, and from a distance, it looked like a huge worm, slowly wriggling and wriggling in the snow......

The cold wind as sharp as a knife ruthlessly cut his skin, and with each step, the snow under his feet would be melted by the hot blood, and the bright red color would then turn into shining red ice crystals in the wind and snow, and he was buried in the snow, and behind him, there was a shallow trace, which was slightly dented.

Zhao Haochen's breathing was obviously a little uncoordinated, every time he took a step, he had to stop, gasping for two breaths, the white Qiu Chang draped on his shoulders was also tattered, and his original appearance was worn out by the cold wind, the snow seemed to be waiting for his blood to be watered, and the blood-red ice crystal flowers walked in the sunlight, reflecting a brilliant brilliance, brilliant and dazzling.

He stopped, looked at the figure in front of him, and a pleasant smile flashed across his cheeks covered with ice crystals, as if facing an old friend, "You're here?"

The bone-chilling cold seemed to have a dense root system, piercing his body sharply, sucking his blood, gurgling blood flowing out of his body, soaking a large area of snow, looking like a brilliant red lotus blooming on the snow. He looked like a frail patient, weak in breath, with only a pleasant glow in the corners of his eyes.

"Huh, do you know I'm coming?" On the lonely thousands of miles of wasteland, Feiyan stood in front of Zhao Haochen, enjoying the huge silence between heaven and earth, just like the souls of the region enjoying the eternal dead silence in hell, the howling cold wind intensified the eerie taste.

Her petal-like delicate lips opened slightly, and she smiled comfortably and comfortably, as if she had seen something very happy.

looked at Zhao Haochen's handsome face stupidly, took out a pair of Qianqian jade hands from the sleeves of his robe, and stroked Zhao Haochen's cold cheeks, as if caressing a treasure, caring for thousands of people.

Zhao Haochen coldly raised his arm covered with ice Lingzi, and struggled to brush her hand away, his frosty eyebrows were like sharp swords, about to cut off the power of heaven and earth, and a fine light suddenly burst out from his dull eyes, as if to penetrate people's hearts, punish people's hearts, and his cold face did not have a trace of frivolity.

The ambiguous expression on the corner of Feiyan's mouth suddenly disappeared, and the contemptuous smile suddenly turned into deep fear, the cold expression on her face flashed with fear, and she couldn't help but take a few steps back, which was enough to stabilize her body.

Even if there is bright sunshine, it can't block the cold of ice and snow, but Zhao Haochen's hot heart is constantly working.

"Oh my God, I'm scared to death! Fortunately, the amount of novels read in class is large enough, and the hearts of this kind of people are still very easy to grasp!" "The sweaty cheeks have already melted the ice and snow, and the sweat is dripping on the snow, at this moment he can't help but be a little lucky, fortunately he often reads novels in class, otherwise I am afraid that he will die today."

"I can't imagine that the novels of the great gods are really useful, and I will definitely study them seriously in the future!" As soon as I thought of this, my heart snickered with joy, and the corners of my mouth showed a faint smile, **, and at the same time mixed with an uninhibited look.

"After I go back, I must tell the hateful head teacher about it, let him know that this is the real skill!" As soon as he thought of it, he was arrogant and explained the world of martial arts to the majestic head teacher, explained the life of the novel, and looked at his lost expression, he couldn't help laughing.

"You ......" Feiyan looked like she saw a monster, not realizing that her nails had been embedded in her palms because of the fists she clenched so hard.

The appearance of the head teacher hanging his head and drooping his head flashed in his mind, Zhao Haochen couldn't help laughing, the blood in his calm heart and chest gushed up, his throat was sweet, and a sticky bright red blood with a bloody breath sprayed on the ground, his pale face had a trace of powerlessness and helplessness, and his sharp eyes suddenly disappeared, but he was full of confusion and dissipation.

"You lied to me?!" Feiyan stood still, her eyes trembling with anger surging with anger, as if it was a volcano about to erupt, accumulating the last of its strength, the tyrannical killing intent wrapped in shameful anger, rushing through the surrounding snow, the boundless wave of qi melted away the accumulated snowflakes, and the icy chill was dissipated by this scorching wave of air. The blood dripping from the clenched hands was like a diffuse sound of death, dark and ecstatic.

In the boundless wind and snow, except for the roaring wind, everything is silent. Feiyan, whose face was full of boundless anger, held a double-hooked lotus flower in her hand, against the cold snow, the low and dull sound of the stinging earth being slid away, like the low sound of rain hitting the eaves on a rainy day.

The hard ice ridges crumbled apart, and the viscous and bright blood scarlet was sultry, quickly turning into ice ridges and solidifying in the huge cold.

Zhao Haochen suppressed the fear in his heart, with a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, exuding a charming fragrance. The feeling of extreme tiredness hit his heart, stirring in his heart, and pounding at his fragile nerves.

Fighting? Don't be kidding, if you move yourself, maybe it's over, and it's ridiculous to fight.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Zhao Haochen's cold face and uninhibited smile hung on the corners of his mouth, as if watching his prey break free from the restraints and wanting to bite back.

Feiyan was stunned as she was walking, the suppressed fear in her heart eroded her mind for a moment, and the roar raged in her mind, "She must be scaring me, he can't do it at all, he can't resist, he ......"

The momentum on her body is sometimes high and low, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, sometimes like a babbling stream, bubbling and flowing, sometimes like a rolling and rushing river, surging, sometimes more like a roaring sea, turning the world upside down.

"Poof!" Impacted by this surging breath, Zhao Haochen couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned even paler.

"You're lying to me!" Feiyan was furious!