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An Jie came out from where Helmut was standing, and the little shadow man got out of his arms, stood on his shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Master, be careful, we may be in trouble."

An Jie was taken aback, subconsciously pressed the hat on his head, looked around a few times, then calmly led out the little donkey, and said in a low voice, "What's going on?"

"Sorry, I can't see clearly at the moment." The little shadow man whispered next to him, "I have a bad feeling, please be careful."

An Jie knew it in his heart—the person who thought he was dead was not dead, which was enough for any uneasiness.

Moreover, he robbed the body of this person, and the person he helped was the murderer who caused this result——Snow must have killed the queen because he was able to resurrect the dead body. And the queen escaped the palm of death.

Perhaps people who know magic can have a certain way to deal with death.

Thinking of this, An Jie suddenly remembered the magic mirror that answered all questions—why did he ignore the magic mirror intentionally or unintentionally, knowing that the magic mirror was unusual?

No... not necessarily unintentional, but inevitable.

He was able to manipulate the magic mirror at first because of some residual influence left by the Queen's original soul, and as time passed, these residual influences gradually disappeared.

The real queen is the owner of the magic mirror. The queen can do magic, and it is very likely that she has found a new body.

Thinking back to everything that Zeng and Snow had gone through, they hadn't deliberately concealed their tracks, and those who were interested could easily find out if they wanted to.

——If I were the real queen, what would I want to do?

——It must be recharging your energy and waiting for revenge, maybe you have been watching from the side all the time.

——And the king's energy will decline, and someone must succeed after seven years. If... the queen can return to the palace, what about Snow who can never go back?

An Jie's heart was pounding, he thought back on the journey he had come, and thought: Maybe there is something waiting for him on the way back.

He led the donkey forward quickly, ran to a tailor's shop and bought a whole new set of clothes to change into. He cut off the brim of the hat and turned up the collar to pretend to cover half of his face unintentionally. I bought an iron sword at the shop and prepared enough dry food before leaving the city with peace of mind.

Dressed in such a way that the chief guard who had helped before could not recognize him, he quietly left the city like a normal traveler, and then walked back on a new road.

An Jie didn't even dare to stay at night. He adjusted his work and rest, only resting during the meal time during the day, and spent the rest of the time on the road, not wanting to have any possibility of meeting strangers.

But even so, An Jie, who was woken up by the little shadow man from his restless sleep on the third day after walking for fifty days and entering the second forest, still saw his little donkey. He was shot to death under a tree by an arrow.

"Oh, my God." A tall, rough-looking hunter came from the depths of the forest. He held a longbow in his hand and carried a quiver on his back. Obviously, the arrow that shot the little donkey to death came from Yu him, "Is this donkey yours? I thought I shot a wild boar in the forest. I'm so sorry."

An Jie didn't speak, he looked up at the hunter in front of him - standing like an iron tower, blocking the sun, casting a shadow like a devil.

An Jie clearly saw that although this person was saying apology, there was a subtle and malicious smile on his mouth, which was very inconsistent.

He suddenly drew out his iron sword and swung it in front of the hunter, startling the hunter so unconsciously that he took a step back, then rolled on the ground, threw himself into the grass next to him, jumped up and ran.

The hunter was caught off guard, Anjie Dongfang was too thin compared to him, the first impression lowered his defenses, but he did not expect this guy to dare to wield a spear and sword at him, and he was as flexible as a deer, He ran away in a blink of an eye.

He yelled angrily, roared like a wild beast, and then chased after him with a hideous face.

An Jie felt that the panting of the people behind him was as terrifying as a wild beast. It was impossible for him to face such a person directly, so he could only grit his teeth and run forward.

As he was running, he suddenly remembered the group of robbers that he had made an agreement with in the forest before, and quickly said: "Little Shadow Man, show the way, let's go find the robbers!"

"Okay, master."

There was a hasty knock on the door of the hut in the forest. The robber who was counting the gems heard the sound, and hurriedly put his things into the treasure box and hid them under the bed. Then he gestured to the cooking woman with a big knife to answer.

"Who's knocking on the door?" asked the old voice.

"It's me, who asked you for help on a snowy night, and I know everything about that golden apple tree." A young voice answered.

Hearing the conversation, the bandit leader stood up at once. He pushed the cooking woman to open the door himself, and said, "Since you have kept your promise to answer my question, come in."

The person who knocked on the door was very neatly dressed, half of his thin face was hidden in his collar, and an iron sword hung by his waist, like a warrior accustomed to wandering, he hesitated and said, "Thank you, but there is one thing I must tell you that a hunter who knows a little about the golden apple tree is following me. He probably wants to snatch the golden apple tree from you, so he followed me all the way. If you want to be safe, the best Go and kill him, and don't listen to any of his sophistry before killing him, because a greedy person is always good at covering himself up with rhetoric."

The bandit leader frowned and stared at An Jie for a long time. Seeing that the man in front of him was calm and composed, without any sign of lying, he called the three bandits out and said, "Go out and have a look. If you find a hunter , kill him immediately."

The three robbers immediately walked out the door.

"Come in," said the bandit leader, "I hope your answer will satisfy me."

An Jie bowed politely and followed the bandit leader into the house.

"Can you answer now? My tree that bears golden apples, why doesn't it even grow leaves now?"

"Because there is a mouse hiding in the ground and chewing its roots. If you can catch and kill the mouse now, you can restore the golden apple tree to life."

"You'd better tell the truth, or I won't let you get out of here alive." The bandit leader stared at An Jie.

An Jie felt uneasy, not sure whether the answer in the Grimm's fairy tales could match here, but he knew that he couldn't reveal the truth at this time, so he calmly smiled and said, "Just ask someone to take a look, and you will know immediately what I said. Is it true."

The robber thought for a while, so he called the three robbers and said: "Go and see, if it is true, do as he said."

The three robbers immediately went out with their knives.

At this time, only An Jie, the bandit leader, and the cooking woman sitting in the corner and spinning the wheel were left in the room.

Although An Jie looked calm, he was still a little flustered.

Not only because of the robber's threat, but also because for the first time, he tried his best to want a person to die-although if this person is not dead, he must die, but his mood is still unavoidably complicated.

——Take this step, and I will be completely different from the past.

An Jie looked down at his hands. He didn't know when they became rough but powerful, and the joints became thicker. The soft skin wrapped the hard bones. The blood vessels and veins were very obvious. They were not a beautiful pair. , man's hand.

He couldn't help touching his chest - it was still warm and soft here, so he was still hesitating, still... yearning.

—He can't just stop here!

An Jie closed his eyes and moved his hand to the hilt of the sword at his waist. He thought: As long as the bandit leader blinks tiredly for a moment, I have a chance to rush up and kill him.

Time passed very slowly, and the people in the house were very silent, only the sound of the spinning wheel being crunched.

Finally, the bandit leader yawned and yawned tiredly. He subconsciously covered his mouth with one hand and closed his eyes slightly.

"boom!"

"What's going on?" The bandit leader shuddered and glared at An Jie who suddenly stood up.

An Jie put the sword back into the scabbard silently, and said calmly, "Someone is back."

At this moment, someone opened the door from the outside, and it was the six robbers who had been sent out.

Three of them were covered with blood and the other three were covered with dirt.

The blood-stained robber said: "Boss, what this guy said is right. There is a hunter sneaking around, and we have killed him."

The soiled robber continued, "Boss, there is indeed a mouse eating the root of the tree. We have already killed that mouse and skinned it back. Maybe we can make you a hat."

The bandit leader turned to look at the young man sitting aside.

There was a very friendly smile on the young man's thin face, and his eyes always seemed to be bright with tenderness and sweetness: "Look, am I right?"