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The nuclear magnetic storm that has been brewing for a long time is about to break out.

In the wind and snow, along the "road" densely covered with fluorescent lights, Mu Fan wrapped in animal skins continued to march towards the white pomelo forest.

Five rounds remained in the magazine.

The snow field was boundless, with the experience just now, Mu Fan would intermittently catch the footsteps of distant beasts in the sound of the wind.I don't know if it's a coincidence, the beastman doesn't seem to be interested in him without the orc boy.

The reason why the gibbons can find them in the vast snowfield may be because of the boy's right arm.

In the forbidden area, high-intensity radiation bred a series of mutant beasts at the top of the food chain, but they couldn't step out of the forbidden area.Their food is also closely related to radiation.

The biggest crisis at this time is not the beast, but the wind.

The nuclear magnetic storm is like a meat grinder in the forbidden area, and the field of vision is fragmented.Mu Fan's complexion was paler than before, his hands and feet were icy cold, and the flint he picked up from the young man was in his hidden button. Lighting a fire is a problem.

The wind on the snow field can annihilate all living things.

Mu Fan couldn't remember how long he had been walking, his vision was slightly blurred, the repeated scenery made everything extremely slow, and his consciousness became tormented, as if he was about to fall asleep in the next second.

In order to stay awake, Mu Fan began to force himself to count the fluorescent marks on the "road".The energy consumed in the cold made him unable to maintain more complex thinking. He pursed his lips, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly seemed to have forgotten something. He didn't know why he walked here, but suddenly remembered.

He is going to the White Pomelo Forest, because Lu Mengji's condition may be worse than him.

For a moment, he even stood there in a daze, even though the icy cold wind was cutting his face, he didn't feel it, and the next moment, because of his subconscious, he knew that stopping was equivalent to losing strength, so he continued to move forward.

But the storm intensified.

Just before his consciousness was almost frozen, Mu Fan was suddenly awakened by a tingling pain in his fingertips.

He lowered his head slowly, and it took him a long time to react.

Lying on his arm was a red-brown lizard.At this time, it was staring at him with two eyes, just now, it just scratched him with its sharp needle-like claws.

On the tip of its tail, the mud in the ruins was covered with slime, and the other dangling paw was lavender due to poisoning—two hours ago, it was dark purple.

Seeing that Mu Fan had regained consciousness, the lizard scrambled down, turned back while crawling, and motioned for Mu Fan to follow.

Its direction is completely deviated from the road leading to the white pomelo forest.

With the lizards scurrying around, the gray field of vision finally recovered.Mu Fan paused slightly.

The line of sight seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.

He closed his eyes again and opened them again, still the same.

In the snow, the young man bent down, and his outstretched right hand stroked the lizard's back lightly, as if it was intimate and comforting.The next moment he waved his sleeves and left.

The reddish-brown lizard was awkward for a long time before agreeing to be petted by him, but he didn't expect the man to be irresponsible after touching it, and immediately became furious.

It jumped up in front of Mu Fan, jumped onto his arm two or three times, its claws went up and down, pointing at the pomelo forest for a while, and then made a movement of flattening its belly to the sky and spreading its limbs out.

Going on is tantamount to death.

Mu Fan's footsteps finally stopped.

There was no emotion in the eyes of a cold-blooded animal, but the way he surrounded Mu Fan did not seem to be fake.

"You—can you understand me?" He opened his mouth slowly, his throat stagnant and hoarse.

The lizard nodded.

"What's ahead?"

The lizard hissed a few times, unable to express a more complicated meaning, and turned around in a hurry.

"Why save me?"

The lizard jumped to the ground again, making a posture of being tied up, clearly the same as it was on the chopping board before.

"I'm going to Baiyoulin to find someone, can you bring me back again?"

The lizard glanced at him and nodded slowly.

"it is good."

Mu Fan glanced at the endless "road" for the last time, and took a step towards the direction where the red-brown lizard was crawling just now.The lizard's little head suddenly showed a suspected joyful emotion, and quickly led Mu Fan to an unknown direction.

Along the way, it kept turning its head and hissing, and whenever Mu Fan walked slowly, he wanted to scratch his paw again.

Mu Fan's physical strength was close to exhaustion at this time, and he followed behind without saying a word. The lizard seemed to know that he was not in good condition, but urged him even more urgently.

In the blurred vision, Xueyuan finally changed.

First there were scattered gravels, then half-person-high stones, and then a forest of stones rising up.

The red-brown lizard was obviously very familiar with this place, and it quickly pulled out a path through the jagged crevice, motioning for Mu Fan to follow along.

The storm intensified, and there were strange and strange sounds as it shuttled through the stone forest. It was like weeping like complaining at first, and then howling like ten thousand ghosts.The destination the lizard pointed to was a stone cave, and the moment Mu Fan entered it, it pulled the hem of his trousers in a panic and led him deep.

Behind them, at almost the same moment, a storm broke out.The originally light gray air became pitch black, and even the only light source was covered by the rolled up dust.

Mu Fan took a deep breath, his hands and feet felt as if they had fallen into a cellar of ice.

If he was still on the road leading to the white pomelo forest, the soul lamp of the sword-wielding elder of Yuxuzong would have been extinguished the moment the wind picked up.However, his expression was more dignified.

Lu Mengji.

Deep in the cave.After finally reaching the safe zone, the reddish-brown lizard tilted its head and wanted to take credit for picking its tail. After looking carefully for a long time, it was depressing to find that the young man in front of him was not happy.

Don't you have to scratch his paw to be happy?

In the next second, the lizard's eyes widened—the young man quickly untied the low-quality fur, followed by the outer robe and the inner garment, covering the originally cold palm on a sword-like mark on his shoulder.

A monster contract without spiritual power cannot be activated, but as the owner of the contract, you can still feel the slightest connection.

Fortunately.

Mu Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The reddish-brown lizard still tilted its head, and was about to get closer to study the mark that looked like a beast's pattern, but it didn't look like a beast's pattern, when a shadow came down suddenly.It was startled, and after running away quickly, there was only a plop, and the person who was finally rescued was already asleep in the cave, and his personnel were unknown.

When Mu Fan woke up, Xue Yuan finally regained his composure.

The red-brown lizard didn't know where it went, and it reappeared half an hour later, hissing at Mu Fan.

When Mu Fan reached out to touch its head, he turned his head away awkwardly, and when he looked back at him, the young man's face was calm, as if he had just fallen into a deep sleep.

But obviously this person almost died.

Xi Wei's light shone through the entrance of the cave, and Mu Fan staggered for a moment when he stood up.

"Let's go, on the way."

The lizard nodded, but his eyes flickered when he turned around.

One person and one lizard traced back along the way they came. At first, there were gravels as a reference, and Mu Fan could vaguely recognize the way. When they returned to the snowy field, only the guide lizard was left scurrying in front of the empty space.

I don't know if it was Mu Fan's illusion, but after entering the snowfield, the reddish-brown lizard only knew how to keep its head down, and it didn't look like it was in a cave.Even when I talked to it a few times, I pretended to be deaf and dumb, and kept crawling forward.

Mu Fan wondered if he had offended it somewhere, but judging from the lizard's small appearance, he was obviously a little scared, as if he had done something wrong.

Mu Fan walked extremely fast at first, but then gradually slowed down.

"Slow down," he said softly, "Sorry, I can't see clearly."

The lizard paused without urging.

After walking for more than an hour, Mu Fan finally realized something was wrong.

Even if the surrounding scenery is blurred, you can still see patches of moss-like vegetation firmly attached to the frozen soil.However, the "road" he walked before was clearly only a wasteland.

"This is where?"

The lizard froze and just continued to crawl forward.

No matter how dull Mu Fan is, he still knows that the direction it took him along the way is definitely not the white pomelo forest.With a slight sigh, he could only postpone the plan.The lizard had saved his life, so naturally it would not harm him, but he didn't know what it was thinking.

"You should tell me where this is."

The lizard turned around timidly, slapped down, and made a sleeping motion.

Mu Fan narrowed his eyes and took a long time to see clearly.The cave can also rest, and it brought itself here, perhaps because this is its home.

Mu Fan paused for a moment, almost predicting the scene of countless small lizards jumping out of the cracks in the rocks.

As if to confirm his guess, the next moment, the moss under his feet suddenly moved, and a dark green head poked out, and quickly gathered with the little reddish-brown lizard.The reddish-brown lizard seemed extremely disgusted, and kicked it away. The green lizard blinked, but couldn't tell what expression it was, and crawled away.

Mu Fan raised his head towards the distance where it disappeared, and then his pupils shrank slightly.

There stood a simple wooden house.

There was a voice in the distance, and the smoke rose from the kitchen.

Mu Fan was in a trance for a moment, almost thinking that he was taken out of the forbidden area and returned to the small town of Port C in the northern district, but the suppressed spiritual power in the meridians did not seem to be fake.

Immediately afterwards, he subconsciously grasped the Glazed Light Sword at his waist.If Xiaoli accidentally brought him back to the Moshan tribe——

But in that piece of moss, there is clearly no "road" that symbolizes the Moshan base.

Seeing him holding the hilt of the sword, the red-brown lizard hissed twice in dissatisfaction.

Behind him, there were footsteps.

"Hurry up, don't let it run away! How did you hunt?! Drive the pigs into the tribe, thank you for thinking about it! There are not many people in the tribe, who is to blame for the accident?"

"The patriarch said he was going to live, ouch, why did you hit me on the head!"

"It's alive and it's not alive and kicking! You are stupid! Why is there anyone on this road? Big brother, give up, we are not responsible for hitting the waist—"

"Brother! I've never seen this person before..."

The orc looked up in horror, and saw the wild boar rushing forward in a panic, and then roared in pain, and fled back in fear, and was caught by two people.

There was a deep bloodstain on the only neck of the mutated wild boar that was not covered by scales. The young man standing ten meters away moved slightly with his fingertips, and the silver light from just now was drawn into the scabbard around his waist.

The young man's breathing was a little short, and it took him a while to regain his composure.He turned slightly sideways against the dim sky light, the orc's breath stagnated, and then he realized that his eyes were closed, as if he was adapting to something, it took a long time to open them.

"Brother, should we, should we sound the alarm?" The short orc beside him said quickly, and was about to take out the bone flute from his arms, but suddenly withdrew his hand with an "ouch".

"Who bit me?" The moment he lowered his head, he faltered, and on his wrist, a reddish-brown lizard was hissing and spitting out letters with unfriendly eyes.

"Chitu is back? You didn't lose it?! Hey, brother, ah, ah, Chitu bit me, and you know what it usually eats, and there may be something on its teeth! It, it, it He even bit me!"

"To shut up!"

Threatened by the lizard, the short orc stuffed the bone flute back, stretched out his head to look, and immediately froze on the spot.Even though his eyes were alert, his complexion had already slowed down, and some eyes didn't even know where to put them: "He—"

"Humans were brought back by Chitu." His elder brother glanced at him and explained.

"But how can there be other people here?! And... still female, he may be from the Moshan clan..."

The orc picked up the reddish-brown lizard: "Chitu, is it?"

Chi Tu shook his head like a rattle.

"That's not it." The orc said, only heard his clan brother say "oh", and rushed forward before he finished speaking, obviously leaving this brother behind, his expression was attentive and attentive.

Just looking at the back, I don't know where to put my hands and feet.

"Are you all right? Where did you come from? Are you lost? What's wrong with your eyes? My cave is near here—" The short orc rubbed his hands, as if he was a little embarrassed, and looked at it without blinking. Looking at Mu Fan, his eyes almost fell out.

Under his feet, the red-brown lizard pushed him away brutally, and continued to pull Mu Fan's trousers and walked in one direction.

There, the green lizard that had just disappeared reappeared, followed by many people.

Mu Fan narrowed his eyes, all of them had vertical gray pupils without exception.

Most of them were orcs, but the one standing in the front was a slightly thin young man.When the lizard named Chitu saw him, he jumped up happily, pointed at Mu Fan and hissed something.

The young man nodded and walked in front of him: "My name is Ming Ran, and I am a witch doctor here. Chi Tu said, you are sick." He stretched out his hand gently and asked politely: "Is it okay?"

Mu Fan glanced at the pendant on his chest, nodded, and thanked softly: "I'm sorry."

"Fever, blood loss. How long have you been walking in the snow?"

"Four hours."

Ming Ran breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you for coming. Even the strongest warrior would not dare to walk for such a long time. If it is too late, the eyes will be difficult to cure. By the way, I don't know what your name is, and which tribe you are a female from." .”

When he said this, the orcs around him all slowed down.

There was amazement, curiosity, and doubt in their eyes, but most of them were guarded.The small tribe, the entrance was firmly blocked by them, although they were silent, they had a tacit understanding.

In the center of their sight, the alien youth who was brought back by the lizard showed a smile: "Mu Fan, Snow Leopard."