In fact, Yu Chaomu felt that maybe x didn't want her to find Xing'er, so he deliberately did not tell her the specific time.

Because Chen Lan came to surrender to Chong Hanyu, it means that Yu Chaomu's body is dead, and Xing'er must be Qinglong City with Shen Lan.

So x refused to tell Yu Chaomu the specific time, but she didn't want her to be unable to control herself and went to find Xing'er!

I can't even control myself and change the trajectory of my original body and Xing'er in this life.

Moreover, due to this, Yu Chaomu could not find anyone to ask for information. How many years has it been in the end of the world now?

Because I don’t know how long it will take to wait, Yu Chaomu’s life is a bit difficult.

I always feel that when there is no monster to fight, time will pass faster by refining Chong Hanyu's essence and blood.

But now her body has no more blood and blood, and life has become even more painful.

So while idle, Yu Chaomu decided to take advantage of the bad weather now and go out for a walk, otherwise staying in the cave would be like going to jail.

At this moment, the Lord of Qinglong City Chong Hanyu walked around his city and inexplicably went to the camp again.

Da Hu followed him, got into the car, muttering,

"It's about to snow, and mutant animals will lie dormant. This year, it looks heavier than in previous years. We should be able to rest in the city until the beginning of spring. Everyone in the camp has returned, and there is no one there. What else do you go to the camp to do?"

“It’s too much snow.”

Chong Hanyu was driving, and many survivors on the roadside were wrapped in winter clothes and shivered to run home. Under his plan, people could still eat and wear a good meal.

But there are always people who don’t go to the city in this kind of weather, thinking about staying outside.

For example, the little mute who only appears on the battlefield and has strong combat power.

The Hu sat in the passenger seat, whispering loudly,

"I looked through the demographic statistics of our mission information center yesterday and there were many newcomers. This winter was particularly difficult. I heard that there is a safe zone in the south, with a large wood-type supernatural person inside. One person can support tens of thousands of people. Do you think we should snatch it up?"

"Rob!"

Chong Hanyu nodded. This kind of big wood-type supernatural person who can support tens of thousands of people is the best mobile granary in the end of the world. Of course, he can grab it if he can.

But he was not persistent. After all, his city has begun a virtuous cycle. The hoarded wood-type psychics can meet the food needs of the entire city.

The car passed through the wind and snow, went straight out of the gate of Qinglong City, and arrived at the camp ahead.

The camp was indeed empty, and blizzard was coming, and everyone in the camp returned to the city to prepare for the winter.

Chong Hanyu drove the car into the back door of the camp and parked in the center of the camp. He watched the simple houses built around him blow down by the strong wind, and the ground was in a mess and lonely place.

The Hu, who was standing in the cold wind, shrank his neck and asked

"A Yu, have you forgotten something here?"

"No."

Chong Hanyu lowered his eyes, wearing a black down jacket, stood in the cold wind and let out a breath of white breath. He was inexplicably worried about the little mute, so he came out to take a look, and thought that when there was no mutant monster, the little mute would not appear, so it would be in vain when he came.

Just as she thought about this, when the front door of the camp was stormy wind blew, Yu Chaomu's black skirt and long hair were floating, and he slowly entered the front door, standing on the crumbling iron wire, she did not open the map, and did not see Chong Hanyu and Da Hu.

It's almost half a year since she came here. She was either snatching Chong Hanyu's monster or meditating in the cave to refine Chong Hanyu's essence and blood for the next life.

Today, the last trace of essence and blood left in her body in the next life was refined. She had nothing to do for a while and was very lonely. As she went out to stroll, she wanted to come to this camp to take a look.

After all, she has been guarding the camp for more than half a year. While the camp is empty, she will see what the place she is guarding is like. This should not have changed any historical trajectory, right?

The Husband stepped forward and pointed at the figure that was swaying by Yu Chaomu, just about to speak.

He was stopped by Chong Hanyu in front of him. His sharp eyes followed Yu Chaomu. Seeing her walking and stopping, he kept heading towards the open space in the camp.

He followed quietly.

As he walked ahead, Yu Chaomu stopped and watched the houses in the camp be covered in white snow, and the sky was filled with heavy snow like goose feathers.

She was wearing black clothes, with her head raised, and her long loose hair was wrapped with large white snowflakes. Snow fell on her silver mask. The whole world was empty and lonely, and it was so cold that it was not lively at all.

Yu Chaomu tilted his head and turned his fingers backwards. The wind blew by, lifting her long hair. She pulled out her Qingyan sword from the sword palace on her spine bit by bit.

What a lonely time and space, she cannot speak, leave her name, show her true face, and cannot be involved with anyone in the past.

So she has no friends, no stories of her own, no questions about the past, no questions about the past.

But when the year came to an end, she couldn't help but think of the year in He'an Village. There were many children, Chong Hanyu, the red envelopes he sent to her, a large group of people gathered together to watch party discs, fireworks bursting in the sky, and his warm body temperature.

In the flying snow, Yu Chaomu held the Qingyan Sword. She turned her head slightly, and her hair was raised in the wind and snow. Now, she only has her sword.

Yes, in such weather, in such a life, in such loneliness, how could she not dance with her sword?

It's good to relieve loneliness.

Slowly, Yu Chaomu began to move, and the slender sword body made a sound of murderous controversy. Her swordsmanship was superb. On the battlefield, she could only see her killing fiercely, but no one could see her peerless charm when she danced with her sword.

It is true that the wind and snow are everywhere, and the murderous intention is determined. People are passionate and their hearts are surging. The hands that raise the sword and the body that falls into the heart can all be placed on the person's heart. The moves force people to fall into a desperate situation, and the moves make people live in a desperate situation, which is amazing.

Suddenly, snowflakes rose from the ground, and Yu Chaomu's sword's body slowed down again, and the slender Qingyan Demon Sword was standing behind her. She held the sword in one hand and held the sword in the other hand, and tilted her body with her back, and her body was flexible and enchanting.

The sword technique danced particularly lingeringly again. The sound of the sword body making in the sword move was like a sad song, one after another, telling loneliness and loneliness.

This is a practice, and x had long told Yu Chaomu that he would regard it as a practice, which requires tolerance, waiting, and hardship in time, learn to calm down, learn to lie down, learn to watch spring and autumn, watch snowflakes rise, see the change of color of the world, see all things grow, see the changes in the world, and see the ups and downs of people's hearts.

But longing spreads endlessly, loneliness is also sweeping around little by little, day by day, white snow is flying lively in the sword energy, and Yu Chaomu's every move is boundless.

She wanted to cry but couldn't cry, so the sword dance made people look sad. No one spoke or accompanied her. I don't know how long it would take to wait, and how long it would take...

Da Hu walked up, his eyes red inexplicably, and he stood in front of him, silently looking at Chong Hanyu who was dancing with his sword, and whispered.

"A Yu!"

Chong Hanyu suddenly came back from the heart-wrenching pain, and there was no time to stop Da Hu from making a sound.

Suddenly, Yu Chaomu turned around, his eyes were murderous intent, and he raised his sword towards the peeping person. When the tip of the sword pointed at the big beard, the snowflakes she stepped on at her feet were raised and not yet falling, she was stunned.

Immediately withdrew the sword and looked at Chong Hanyu in the wind and snow, she took two steps back.

Yu Chaomu looked at Chong Hanyu with some surprise while he was rising.

The wind is so cold, and the snow is coming, and no more monsters will appear. The people in the camp should have returned to the city long ago. Look at who she saw in this camp?

Chong Hanyu!

For a moment, she felt particularly wronged. When she looked at her man, she wanted him to hug her, told her that he loved her, said that he missed her, and said that it was such a cold day, he missed her.
Chapter completed!