Lanshan Snow

A big event happened in Jianghu:

The young master of Dongzhou's first family has gone missing.

It is said that it was a sudden whim to try the taste of Xizhou's Jiyuan Tianxue wine. As a result, the flying boat encountered a once-in-a-thousand-year severe cold wave, and no one was alive or dead.

As soon as the news came out, there was an uproar.

When it comes to what Xizhou people are most afraid of in winter, it must be the cold wave.

This West Continent is originally the highest and coldest continent among the Twelve Continents. In winter, thousands of mountains are covered with snow and thousands of rivers are frozen, and the wind of knives is whistling, which can seal the city gate from early winter to mid-spring.And when the snow tide comes, the knife wind becomes the white hair wind.With the wind of white hair, the sky is white, the ground is white, and there is a snow blanket stretched between the sky and the ground.

Passengers who are on their way will probably die when they encounter a cold wave. Even the corpses may not be able to be dug out of the ice and snow after hundreds or 80 years.

"In the past few years, it wasn't that no one survived the cold wave. If this young man is lucky, he may not be able to survive." In the small wine shop, people are discussing when the Qiu family will be able to survive. After digging out the bones of their young master, a tea dealer couldn't bear to listen, and interjected, "Everyone should do some good deeds."

He persuaded him sincerely, but others looked at him like a fool.

He looked like Monk Zhang Er was puzzled.

Someone on the side smiled and said, "Brother, I'm afraid you haven't heard of this young master of the enemy family?"

Seeing the tea vendor shaking his head, the man understood, and said: "Who escaped from the cold wave in the past is not a person with great perseverance who can endure the cold pain that ordinary people cannot bear? But this young master of the enemy, he grew up in a honeypot... …Dai Meisi knows, right? The cloth is one foot and a hundred gold. It’s smoother than the face of a big girl, and Master Ren Qiu can’t wear it! It’s too rough! The skin has been worn red!"

The tea vendor was dumbfounded: "This, this!"

"Young master with delicate skin and tender flesh will have to be frozen into ice slag on the first day. If the enemy moves faster, he may find a whole body. If he is slower..." The speaker shrugged, "Bones No scum can be found."

........................

The young master who was left alone has not yet turned into ice slag.

But not far away.

The snow rustled down from the cracks above the valley, and the antelope, reindeer, snow wolf and other animals huddled in the narrow valley to avoid the white-haired wind occasionally shook their bodies to shake off the snow piled high on their backs.The young master of the Chou family wrapped himself in a fiery red fur cloak, and huddled among several giant snow wolves to keep warm.

The young master's luck is actually very good.

After the flying boat crashed due to the severe cold wave, it was lucky to be caught by a red phoenix who had the habit of rescuing chicks, and it didn't fall directly into mud.Although later on Hongfeng found out that he was not of the same race, but probably because of his young age, he did not directly throw him in the sky, but found a rift in the snowfield to put him down.

It can be called the moral model of "helping others to the end".

If it were an ordinary monk, hiding in the valley and being beaten, there were nine out of ten chances that he would be able to save his life.

The issue is……

The young master of the Qiu family does not belong to the category of "ordinary monk".

He is so expensive that it is earth-shattering, and he is so coquettish that no one can beat him.

There is a joke in Dongzhou Silk Weaving Industry, saying that Master Qiu wore it, and the red marks on his skin were bright, so it can be regarded as a high-quality fabric.Those with light red marks can be classified as high-quality fabrics, and those with almost invisible red marks can be regarded as top-quality fabrics.Soft and seamless, Fang Weitian is a good fabric... The joke is exaggerated, but the delicacy of the young master of the enemy can also be seen.

Right now, Young Master Qiu is only half a day away from being frozen into icy slag.

cold.

really cold.

It was so cold that Qiu Bodeng didn't even have the strength to wrap the cloak tightly, so he could only desperately bury his delicate face in the fur collar.The porcelain-like cheeks were covered with an abnormal layer of red, and the small fan-like eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost, making her look so pitiful.

He regretted that his bowels were blue.

If I had known earlier, I might as well just fall to my death!

The pain of falling to death is just a matter of closing your eyes. Maybe you don't even feel the pain, and you go straight to the west.

It's not like now... the fine and dense air-conditioning penetrates into the bones like hitting all directions.It would be fine if he could be frozen until he lost consciousness. Although Piansheng Qiu Bodeng is a useless dandy, he is from a family at least, and there is a bit of aura passed down by blood, so he can't die, hanging his dog's life.

Ling Chi didn't torture people like this.

However, Qiu Bodeng reckoned that with his aura of three cats and two legs, he would last until midnight at most.

Once the time is over, you can have a good time.

There was a rustling sound, and several hill-like snow wolves around shook their backs, smashing down a large pile of snow, clattering, and surrounded Qiu Bodeng who was huddled in the middle.

Qiu Bodeng: "..."

pretty good.

One step in place, directly buried alive.

Qiu Bodeng calmed down for a while.

Start to estimate how long it will take to have a pure natural and pollution-free white coffin.

Compared with waiting for the snow to pass and dying to the wolf, this way of death is more or less in line with Master Qiu's aesthetics of love and romance in his life-don't look at how peaceful and quiet the antelope and snow wolf are crowded in the same snow ditch right now. Quiet and quiet.As soon as the snow stops and the wind blows, blood will flow all over the canyon... To the surrounding wolves, Young Master Qiu himself is no different than a dessert delivered to their mouths.

The current peace is harmless, but the majesty of the heavens outside frightens both the hunter and the prey.

Just as he was thinking, there was a commotion in the wolves around him.

Snow Wolf, who had glanced at Qiu Bodeng from time to time and licked his fangs, suddenly stood up and let out a low growl from his throat.

Qiu Bodeng's eyelids twitched, his hands stiff with cold clenched the short knife hidden in his sleeve tightly, and at the same time he tried his best to raise his head, facing the cold air and looking outside.With a glance, my heart sank immediately - I saw a pregnant antelope on a sloping rock not far away, who gave birth at this time!

The female antelope clings to the cliff, instinctively making it as silent as possible.

But wolves have an extremely keen sense of smell.

The bloody smell produced cannot escape their noses.

These guys have been starving and dizzy for a long time, how can they stand the stimulation of blood?

Qiu Bodeng only felt a dull thunder roll over his head, and a dozen snow wolves growled together, their hearts, blood vessels, and skulls buzzed and trembled along with the beast roar.

Eyelids twitched, Qiu Bodeng grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled it out with all his might.

— to his dessert!

If he really wanted to be bitten to death, he might as well give himself a knife!

When the short knife was out of its sheath, the prey in the valley had already been startled by the roar of the predator, and they spread their hooves and fled towards the mouth of the valley.The loud sound of thousands of antelopes and reindeer running away shook the entire rift valley.The snow on both sides fell on his head, and a stone that he didn't know where to hit hit Qiu Bodeng's wrist impartially.

Cold light flashed.

The dagger flew out obliquely and plunged into the snowdrift in the distance.

……

Great!pole!up!

Qiu Bodeng gritted his teeth and applauded his luck: Another great cold wave that never happened in ten thousand years, another melee of wild beasts in advance, and another rock from the sky!With his luck, he should draw the bank's "Mountain and Sea Mengcai" [1]!If he didn't win, it must be that the group of unscrupulous businessmen from Shanhai Bank didn't set a prize at all!

The bloody gas and the sound of the beasts exploded at the same time.

The antelope and reindeer fled to the mouth of the valley, but were driven back by the terrible snowstorm outside, collided back and forth, and the rift valley fell into chaos in an instant.

Seeing the snow wolves leaning over, the muscles under the fur tensed, Qiu Bodeng simply closed his eyes.

——To be buried alive is death, and to be trampled to death is also death.

Either way, it's a matter of an instant.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard the wolves roaring like thunder in my ears, and amidst the rumbling noise, a strong wind rose from the ground.

……wrong.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, Qiu Bodeng suddenly opened his eyes.

The wolves are not motivated by the blood to hunt in advance, but to meet the enemy!

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The vigorous and heavy drums exploded on the top of the valley, piercing the strong wind and tearing apart the blizzard, one after another, like a wild giant swinging a sledgehammer and hitting the ground hard.

—There are indeed giants.

In the wind and snow on the top of the valley on both sides of the rift, burly and tall figures appeared.They ripped through the snow and fog, wore huge deerbone masks, and wore thick, heavy fur coats.The skylight printed the outlines of the animal teeth they wore around their necks and wrists. Every time they swung the pestle, there was a throbbing beat of blood, which overwhelmed the roar of the snow wolf.

They are not so much human beings as primordial incarnations.

Savage, violent.

The pack of giant wolves kicked off the sloping rocks and ran almost vertically. When they approached the top of the valley, they jumped up and rushed towards these burly warriors who were drumming in the storm.

Sky light, wolf shadow.

Arrows.

Arrows pierced through the wind and pierced the giant wolf's eyes, throat, chest, and spine.

The archer stepped forward from the back of the drum-beating warrior, facing the giant wolf rushing like a hill, calmly drew the arrow, drew the bow, and pulled the string.The giant wolf's body was nailed with dense arrows in an instant, even though their skin was rough and thick enough to rival a forged warrior, they could only be smashed down one after another with hatred.

Boom!dong dong!

Boom!

The warrior beating the drum hit the pestle heavily and shouted loudly: "Tule! Thule of Arlan! Thule who protects my ancestors for generations!"

The roar exploded the vast expanse of snow.

The snow cloud was briefly torn open a crack, and the golden sun shone down, running through the entire Great Rift Valley.The remaining snow wolves leaped high to meet the densest arrow rain.Bigger and more terrifying than all the wolves, the wolf king jumped out from behind the shield formed by the pack of wolves and rushed towards the canyon.The wolf king is covered in golden light, and his muscles are knotted under the thick fur!break out!

An arrow passed through the wolf king's forehead, bringing up a pool of blood.

The snowflakes swirled in the blood, and the fine and beautiful branch-like icicles refracted a little light.

The giant wolf king smashed back to the ground.

A large cloud of snow dust was shaken up.

Warm wolf blood splattered on his cheeks. Through the snow and dust, Qiu Bodeng saw a thin figure standing behind the backlight at the top of the canyon—it was a person.A very dangerous young man raised a curved bow obliquely.The wind and snow rolled over the edge of his dark sleeves, and under the sleeves were the sharp wrist bones.

The man wears a pale, silver-plated deerbone mask.

look down at him.

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[1] Mengcai is the ancient lottery