"Yuan, you're awesome!" Luo Xiaoman couldn't help but praise Mo Yuan, who didn't expect Mo Yuan to be so considerate and take her away, saving time and effort.
After being praised like this by her, Mo Yuan's eyes trembled slightly and his face turned slightly red.
He simply wanted to make Luo Xiaoman less tired and warmer.
The foot of Bailuo Mountain and the mountainside above are completely two worlds.
You just saw green green onions, but here it is already covered with white snow, and the snow is falling thousands of miles away. The cold wind is so cold that it makes people doubt their life.
Luo Xiaoman shivered and curled up in Mo Yuan's arms like a kitten.
"Is it cold?" Mo Yuan looked at Luo Xiaoman tenderly. Even though he was as cold as ice to others, he was so warm to the little person in his arms that it seemed like he could melt the snow.
He tightened Luo Xiaoman's arms, and the energy inside his body rotated, warming his body.
"This Bailuo Mountain is really extreme." Luo Xiaoman warmed up a lot, then frowned and said depressedly: "It was warm as spring just now, but now it's as cold as winter. Even with these cold-proof clothes, it's not enough."
As she spoke, she squinted her eyes and scanned the surrounding environment.
"Yuan, go over there." Luo Xiaoman pointed to a narrow path ahead. Although it was surrounded by snow on both sides, he still couldn't hide from her eyes.
Mo Yuan's figure moved, and after a few leaps, he came to a narrow passage.
Looking at this narrow path extending upward, it should be the only way to the top of the mountain.
"Be careful."
"Um."
Mo Yuan walked step by step, always paying attention to the surrounding situation.
From the moment he stepped into Bailuo Mountain, he felt that several pairs of eyes were staring at him, like a wild animal observing its prey.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a roar exploded, and a white figure flew out from the side.
Mo Yuan's eyes darkened, and he twisted his waist. Just as he was about to raise his hand to draw the sword, he found that he was holding Luo Xiaoman. If he forced the sword to be drawn, Luo Xiaoman would definitely fall to the ground.
He frowned and turned sideways to avoid the white figure.
A cold wind blew past, ruffling his ponytail and bringing out a few broken hairs.
"It's diphtheria!" Luo Xiaoman saw clearly the white figure on the ground and frowned, "The second-level monster is famous for its sharp claws."
Mo Yuan nodded and stared at the diphtheria.
"Wait a minute." Luo Xiaoman raised his eyebrows and said solemnly: "These little beasts have always been gregarious monsters... Yuan, run away."
Mo Yuan's heart trembled, and then he rushed to the top without hesitation.
The moment he moved, countless white figures flew out, and Mo Yuan just happened to break out of the encirclement of these white-throated figures.
If Luo Xiaoman hadn't discovered it in time, they would have been surrounded.
For a moment, Mo Yuan and Luo Xiaoman ran wildly through the ice and snow, while more than a dozen diphtheria were chasing after them.
Luo Xiaoman looked back at these diphtheria, feeling secretly in his heart that this was not the way to go.
The higher up Bailuo Mountain, the more potential dangers there are. They must find a way to get rid of these diphtheria, otherwise they will only attract other big guys.
"Ooooooo!"
There was a loud roar.
Luo Xiaoman thumped, and the sense of crisis in his heart suddenly emerged.
Immediately afterwards, there was a vibration in front of them, and the white snow on both sides slid down, blocking their way.
Mo Yuan's eyes narrowed, and without stopping, he put Luo Xiaoman's hand behind his back and shouted lowly. "Master, hold on tight."
"Okay." Luo Xiaoman nodded, holding Mo Yuan's shoulders tightly, with a trace of trust in his eyes.
Mo Yuan's hand grasped the hilt of the sword, and a cold light flashed, and a gap was instantly opened in the road blocked by the snow.
Good weekend, please vote!
(End of chapter)