When I was conscious again, I felt that I was dead and could not move all over. Perhaps I was scared by the overwhelming ice field before my death. Even though I knew that I had entered the cycle of reincarnation, I still felt cold all over. I reflexively shrank my neck, but in the eyes of others, this behavior might seem extremely ridiculous, because when I woke up, I felt that my body seemed to be frozen.

But as time went by, I slowly felt a ray of light, which made me suddenly realize that this was not the underworld - I was still in that strange and mysterious snow mountain! Thinking of this, my face turned pale and my teeth began to tremble. Even if I could not see these from my pale and weak face.

Thinking of this, I finally threw away my previous casual attitude and swept the surroundings carefully. Although I was empty except for the old tree and the snow everywhere in my sight, I still didn't dare to take it lightly, like a frightened bird, carefully examining all the movements around me, and refused to let go of any suspicion.

However, after watching for a long time, no abnormalities appeared. What's even more serious is that the old wound has not healed. Although the blood has been frozen, it has not been bandaged well. After a while, the filth will seep into the ice and snow, and then slowly penetrate into the wound. Not to mention the wound healing even slower, it is difficult to guarantee whether it can survive.

I frowned, bit my lower lip with my teeth tightly, and then sat up with a cruel heart. I kept begging myself to work harder, and just turn over and move to a branch not far from me. I could sit up sideways, and the range I saw was naturally wider. In such a mysterious mountain canyon, it would be a benefit and harmless thing to do.

But the impact of excessive blood loss is also huge. The imperative is that my mind is much more confused than usual. I don’t think about it. With my current body that is as angry as a fucking spring, even moving my fingers is a problem, and I still want to turn over. This proves that a person with no brains will always do something puzzling, but a person with a brain but not very good brains will often do something worse than this. For example, when I turned over, I thought to myself: I am really a wise and smart person.

Immediately afterwards, the sky slapped me. At this time, I became a model of great foolishness. My hands and feet could not keep up with my consciousness. One hand could not grasp the branches, and the next second it fell down without any warning. I was completely confused. After two breaths, I suddenly reacted, and my face was facing the sky, and then screamed with a ferocious look, not caring about my demeanor at all.

When Na Wuruo saw this scene next to him, he might even sneer with disdain: "Didn't you say you are not afraid of death? Why did you scream louder than anyone else at this time?"

His ridicule suddenly flashed in my ears - three-point ridicule, more indifferent. I frowned, and began to reply in my heart: "Believe me... Anyone will scream louder than me at this time. The reason why I howled like this is entirely because I don't want to fall into a meat pie." In my mind, Namo smiled even more uncontrollably, and his voice was surprisingly charming, like monks in the mortal world occasionally bewitched by power, and put all the skills that had been devoted to cultivation for decades to bewitch emperors and generals, but Namo never smiled like this: "Are you sure... there is no reason next to me?"

After hearing this, I closed my eyes like a conditioned reflex, and after a long time I started to laugh. Because of the more breath, my voice was surprisingly hoarse, like the sound of wooden branches rubbing against each other in the mountains and forests. It was extremely unpleasant: "It's not all...at least I don't want to die now." I used to be bored with anything, so I always tried every means to seek the chance of death. Even when I knew that I died prematurely, my thoughts of seeking death in my heart did not fluctuate at all... But how did I change my mind now? Perhaps it was because Brother Shu who paid too much for me, which made my conscience bear the burden, or maybe it was for myself.

Anyway, no matter what I give, I have to seize that little bit of vitality. I clenched my fists, but then I let go of my hand helplessly. Now even if I want to survive, it will be difficult. When I lose all my immortal power, I fall from a high altitude. Even if I am more lucky and let me fall into the river, there may be hope for survival.

But then, there was only a little despair in my heart. In this icy place that was frozen for thousands of miles, it was hard to find a drop of water, let alone such a large lake. I helped my head and thought that my mind was indeed confused. Then I turned my head slightly to the side and quickly looked at the distribution below my eyes. I saw a place with the deepest snow. My body barely turned my head to the side, so that I could land there as much as possible.

As I watched the ground get closer and closer, I looked at the ground in horror, clearly feeling the oppression brought by death, then closed my eyes again, forced to accept the threat brought by death, and a faint chill came from behind me.

However, just as I was about to touch the ground, I suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Ying! Save him!" Later, I felt a force suddenly pulling me.

I opened my eyes, looked at the ground close to me in amazement, and then left me little by little. Not long after, I returned to the tree. Only then did I find that the old tree that grew across the cliffs was saved. I opened my mouth slightly, and was really startled. After reacting, I relaxed, leaned back, leaned against one of its branches, and greeted it with interest: "I just heard that senior call you Ying! Are you Ying?"

The old tree shook the branches, as if he was a little confused. Seeing that I was still confused, he spoke: "Why did you call that Pixiu called Senior?"

I was also stunned: "Pixiu? I remember it was a divine beast with a head symbolizing auspiciousness, but it was fierce and feared by the world. Now it seems..." The ancients really did not deceive me. This sentence turned in my heart and swallowed it immediately. After all, those who know the times are heroes. This old tree is obviously a friend of the Pixiu. Talking bad words in front of him is simply a bored life.

So I naturally turned the topic to another place: "Just look at its body shape... I'm underage?" Lao Shu replied, and looked at the Pixiu running towards her with a kind look.

(End of this chapter)

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