The wind is cold and the glaciers are vast.
Blow a breath and it will immediately turn into condensed mist. Pee, while you are still peeing, the upper half is steaming and the lower half is already frozen - can you imagine what it feels like to hold a popsicle with your little penis
The extremely cold land is indeed worthy of its reputation. It is the coldest place Mo Qingdi knows.
Mo Qingdi felt a little sad. He had never thought that he would be kept by an animal.
At this moment, he was lying on a mattress woven from soft snow wolf skin, making afternoon tea cakes with all kinds of rare treasures, and admiring the crystal clear inverted icicles on the top of the cave. It must be said that Mo Qingdi was living a really good life at this moment.
Ever since he fought with his 'boyfriend' the Ice Dragon countless times, the Ice Dragon finally realized that humans cannot eat only one kind of fruit. While eating magma berries, they also need to eat some other foods to change their taste. So, Mo Qingdi's three meals a day now are magma berries with baby ginseng, magma berries with nine-petal snow lotus, magma berries with red silk fish, and magma berries with snow snake meat.
Every meal is inseparable from rock berries.
However, there were other foods to change things up, and Mo Qingdi himself was not a very picky man, so he was not dissatisfied with these three meals.
Not only was he not picky, he was even a little grateful. Before he met the Ice Dragon, he didn't have such a standard of living. He had never even thought of or seen treasures like baby ginseng and nine-petal snow lotus.
Fortunately, there is the ice dragon, and fortunately there is this little transparent dog-----dragons are rich, and each dragon has a treasure house. Although Mo Qingdi has never been in it, he knows that this ice dragon is also rich.
Otherwise, how could it continuously carry out so many precious ingredients from the cave
In addition to the things that Mo Qingdi often eats, there are some new things that make people feel bright - red broad beans, white and transparent volcanic scorpions, these things taste very good, but they are very rare and can only be eaten occasionally. There are also some things that look not very elegant and Mo Qingdi thinks are really hard to eat - after Mo Qingdi made a gesture to the ice dragon that he was not worthy of those things, the ice dragon did not show courtesy to Mo Qingdi and swallowed them into his stomach with a roll of his tongue.
Fine clothes, delicious food, a comfortable life, and a gentle and considerate boyfriend, even though he looks a little weird - but is this the happiness that I want
"How is Fang Yan now?"
"How is the Fang family doing now?"
"Has Fang Yixing's great revenge been avenged?"
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Every day, Mo Qingdi thinks about these questions.
Mo Qingdi still wanted to go back, although he had also thought that this extremely cold place was very suitable for him to be buried.
Go back, go back to the swordplay, go back to the national hatred and family feuds, go back to the laughter and tears - go back to Fang Yan, and see the guy whom he almost treated and raised as his own son. How is he doing now? Is it too hard for one person to bear the family name? If you really feel tired, then abandon everything and be a free man -
He wanted to go back and say those words to him, wanted him to let go of his burdens and move towards a new life.
However, he knew very well that if he returned with his crippled body, he would not be able to help Fang Yan in any way. Moreover, there was a lot of hatred caused by him. If he returned, it would definitely attract the attention of those people. They would follow him, and Fang Yan's situation would become even more difficult, right
He needed the blood of the ice dragon, he needed the tendons of the ice dragon - at least, that's what the wretched doctor told him.
But how could he attack the Ice Dragon, his savior
When it looked at you with a sad face, Mo Qingdi always overlapped its image with Fang Yan's. No matter what, he couldn't do it----
However, Mo Qingdi did not give up.
For example, now, he pricked up his ears and listened carefully, making sure that the ice dragon was not in the cave. He quickly stuffed half of the ginseng fruit in his hand into his mouth, stood up and walked towards the depths of the cave.
This was not the first time that Mo Qingdi wanted to break into the ice dragon's cave to see what was going on, but each time he was discovered by the ice dragon in time.
It stood in front of Mo Qingdi's body, staring at him with its small eyes without blinking, as if saying to him: Don't go in, please don't go in----
Whenever encountering such a situation, Mo Qingdi would smile at it apologetically and then turn back.
The ice dragon followed him around, shaking its head as if nothing had happened. When he was cold, it brought him a piece of snow wolf skin, and when he was hungry, it brought him the red rock berries he liked to eat.
What is inside the Ice Dragon's treasure house? Is there any treasure that can heal the remaining veins in his body
Mo Qingdi wanted to go and see, and he had to go and see - he knew it was very impolite and immoral. If there were storytellers in the Ice Dragon World, they would probably have a story similar to "Mr. Dongguo and the Wolf": Once upon a time, there was a lovely and kind ice dragon named Mr. Dongguo. One day, when it was out looking for food, it suddenly encountered a volcanic eruption. When it desperately ran away, it found a human who was also running for his life - in the end, that cruel and shameless human stole its treasure, making it a pauper.
After a period of recuperation and daily nourishment of various tonic foods, Mo Qingdi's body has recovered a lot, and is even stronger than when he first entered the extremely cold land.
When he practiced in the early morning, sometimes when he clenched his fists he could even feel the faint flow of air in his body. Of course, when he wanted to feel it carefully, the flow quickly disappeared.
He was sure that it was not his illusion. Perhaps it was the effect of those rare fruits, he did recover some of his energy. Some of the small meridians were unblocked, but the most important artery was still broken - the air could not enter, like mud sinking into the sea, unable to stir up any waves.
Mo Qingdi's movements were very fast. With a light bounce of his footsteps on the ground, his body had already rushed out a long way. His body was almost floating in the wind, as if he was riding the wind. After spending so much time with the little transparent dog, even the way he walked was somewhat similar to it.
Although Mo Qingdi had never successfully entered the ice dragon's treasure cave, he could roughly guess where it was.
Moreover, he had calculated countless times. Based on the ice dragon's usual speed and the time it took to enter the cave to get the fruit each time, he could roughly estimate the distance.
The cave is deep, narrow and long. The further you go inside, the darker and colder it becomes.
The sides and top of the cave are covered with ice sculptures. The icicles are long, short, thick, thin, and strangely shaped, presenting a magical state in the dim light and shadow.
Mo Xiaodi was skilled and brave, so he was not afraid of these shadows and ice sculptures. However, he walked along this long and narrow passage for a long time and still did not find any caves or anything like that.
Could it be that the ice dragon is so intelligent that it can set up passwords or secret doors to deceive people
Mo Qingdi's hand touched the cold stone wall, and the cold touch spread all over his body, but there was nothing he wanted.
He stroked the stone wall all the way, some smooth and some convex, but still couldn't find any caves that could be used to hide treasures.
"Where is it?" Mo Qingdi scanned the cave.
He looked around and found everything strange, but none of them was the place he was looking for.
After walking forward for another ten meters, a dark and cold pool appeared.
The water in the pool was silent and pitch black. At first glance it looked like a deep black hole, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside.
Mo Qingdi walked to the side of the pool, but before he got close, a chill that penetrated deep into his bones spread from the bottom of his heart.
It was as if there was a prehistoric behemoth hiding in the cold water, ready to swallow up the invader at any time.
Mo Qingdi stared at the water for a long time, then he suddenly jumped towards the cold pond.
thump-------
Water splashed everywhere.
The moment Mo Qingdi fell into the water, his whole body seemed to be frozen by magic. His muscles contracted violently and even his heart stopped beating.
cold!
I have never experienced such coldness before!
Such coldness has exceeded the limit of human endurance. The gentle and penetrating water is like a sharp knife, constantly cutting Mo Qingdi's body.
Cut his face, his nose, his eyes, his arms and thighs, every inch of his body-----
The freezing cold water rushed into his body from his pores, and even the hairs on his body turned into sharp silver needles, stimulating every acupuncture point in his body one needle after another.
Because of the body's self-protection consciousness, when Mo Qingdi fell into the water and was attacked by the cold, his body naturally curled up into a ball, like a prawn fried in a frying pan.
When Mo Qingdi's brain gradually regained consciousness, when he was able to think about the problem, when he wanted to reach out and swim deeper into the cold pond, he found that his hands could not move, his legs could not straighten, and his whole body seemed to be frozen-----
He was like a zombie, sinking in the freezing water and sliding into the endless darkness.