[postscript: Ahem, the collection has been lost recently. I hope readers can reserve a place on the bookshelf for Xiao Hei. Xiao Hei would be very grateful. By the way, if everyone can help, Xiao Hei's collection can be restored again.

From the three-digit end point to the four-digit beginning point, Xiao Hei can break out again!]

"Xinnan, you are really good at it, you are so unloyal."

"What are you doing, you're dead?"

"Yeah. My heart is dead because you hurt me."

"...I'll be here right away!"

In order to avoid further harassment from the intoxicated fantasies, Nan Ke Yimeng hung up the call, checked the box "caller pays", and then ran towards the foot of the frozen mountain again.

As soon as he arrived at the place where he had just escaped, he found that there was no sign of the Siberian tiger around, only Zuizhong fantasized about sitting alone on the carcass of a black bear, and there were more carcasses of black bears and Siberian tigers around him.

.The tiger skins and bear bile exploded all over the ground and shone brightly, but Zui Zhongfanxi did not pick them up. It seemed that his backpack was already full.

As soon as he saw Nan Ke Yimeng, he showed a painful expression on his face. His eyes were also full of grievances and resentments. Just like a little daughter-in-law. Nan Ke Yimeng broke out in a cold sweat.

"...What's wrong with you?"

"My heart is broken."

"Why? Scratched by a tiger?"

"Go away! You abandoned me."

"Fuck, go to hell. If I didn't run away, I would be heartbroken." Nan Ke Yimeng touched the tip of his nose, and at the same time he felt a little unbelievable, "Were those Siberian tigers and black bears really killed by you alone?"

"What do you think?" Zui Zhongfangyun asked back.

Nankeyimeng is now beginning to confirm that Zui Zhonghuanxiang is indeed a master - a master of non-mainstream games!

"..."

"How long does it take for the monsters here to spawn?" Nan Ke Yimeng asked as he drank another bowl of hot and sour soup.

"What? You still want to practice here?"

"That's right. Aren't we here just for leveling up?" At this time, Nan Ke Yimeng was a little confused by his fantasy words.

Zuizhong Huanxiang smiled coldly and said, "Do you think we have reached the leveling place now?"

"Isn't it?" Nan Ke Yimeng was slightly startled.

"No, this is just the foot of the mountain, and the place we want to go is the top of the mountain." The dreamy tone suddenly began to become colder, and he slowly continued: "Xinnan, let me tell you, if you start from here,

If you have plans to retreat, it's still too late for you to go back to your Qingshui building. Because... once we start going up the mountain, there will be no turning back."

"Oh." Nan Ke Yimeng nodded and said lightly: "I understand."

"Then, your choice is..."

"Nonsense, of course keep going up the mountain!"

Staring at him in drunken fantasy, a smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Xing Dou Xinnan is worthy of being our partner for the past four years.

You and Xiaoyao's guess is indeed correct...

…

Snow fell from the sky, and the wind was as fierce as a knife. It was covered in silver, and thousands of miles were covered in ice.

The mountain road at the foot began to become slippery and steep, surrounded by white snow, covering everything. Looking around, you could not see the end. Above your head, goose-feather heavy snow fell, and you were intoxicated with fantasy.

The eyebrows, nose, mouth, and neck of Nan Keyimeng and Nan Ke Yimeng were completely covered by dense and falling snowflakes in the blink of an eye, making them look like two snowmen.

The further they walked, the blurry their vision became, and their hunger and thirst dropped rapidly, several times the usual level. Even if the two of them drank bowl after bowl of hot and sour soup, the bone-chilling cold wind was still a little bit...

Unable to resist - Nan Ke Yimeng felt that his hands and feet were about to freeze. In such a cold environment, even if the physical strength related to hunger and thirst could not be lost, all attributes would be indirectly affected.

After all, the world here is so real. Sometimes it’s so real that it makes people feel uncomfortable.

Along the way, Nan Ke Yimeng was not idle. He kept looking around, trying to remember the things here so that he would not be too embarrassed when he comes here again. Of course, he was also thinking about why the girl just now took action.

Are you planning to kill yourself, but you only attack once, hit yourself until your blood is empty, and then leave?

He felt that there seemed to be some uninterruptible connection with the man in black robe...

Just when Nan Ke Yimeng was thinking wildly, in order to divert his attention, Zui Zhong imagined taking Nan Ke Yimeng up the mountain road while chatting with him: "How is it? How do you feel?"

"Cold." Nan Ke Yimeng's answer was only one word.

"Come here, I forgot to tell you a secret."

"Say." There is still only one word.

"If you don't think it's cold, you won't be cold."

"Get out!" Nan Ke Yimeng shouted in a deep voice.

"It seems you still have strength, not bad... but can't you say more words?"

"No."

"..."

Nan Ke Yimeng wanted to say one more word, but suddenly, a familiar figure seemed to flash like a ghost in the falling snowflakes directly in front of him.

White clothes, black hair.

Then, it disappeared instantly.

Nan Ke Yimeng frowned, and his heart skipped a beat for some unknown reason. He felt like he was having a myocardial infarction... Zui Zhongfan also noticed something was wrong with Nan Ke Yimeng's expression, and hurriedly released the fire element of the Fire Arrow, melting the snow on Nan Ke Yimeng's mouth and nose.

He dropped it and said: "Hey, what's wrong with you kid? Are you sick from the cold?"

Only then did Nan Ke Yimeng remember that he still had fighting spirit in this world. So he released his fighting spirit and warmed up his whole body, consuming a little bit every second. His ability to withstand the cold was pretty good. His fighting spirit could still last for more than half an hour.

.

"Did you see something just now?" Nan Ke Yimeng looked straight into the distance.

The drunken fantasy does not release magic or fighting spirit, but glances at the vast university and says with a smile: "Xinnan, the ghost stories you tell are not funny at all. This level would have scared the kids a few decades ago.

That’s fine!”

"I'm serious!"

"I'm serious too." It was an understatement.

"..."

Nan Ke Yimeng said solemnly: "I'm not joking with you, there really was someone just now..."

"Since I'm a human being, I'm not afraid anymore." Zuizhong Fantasy interrupted Nan Ke Yimeng again, "I advise you, if you really like to play this game, you'd better set the protagonist in the story next time

Become a skeleton, a shadow, a mummy, etc. Even if you don't like what I just said, you can change it to a dog or a pig. It's still better than you are now..."

"Look here." Nan Ke Yimeng pretended not to hear Drunken Zhong's endless rants and long speeches, launched into a whirlwind dragon language, ran forward a few steps, suddenly bent down and said coldly.

"Huh? What did you want me to see?"

Zuizhong Fantasy slowly moved in front of Nan Ke Yimeng and looked in the direction pointed by his finger. There, there were a pair of prints that were mostly covered by the wind and snow, leaving only a faint afterimage, but they could still be identified.

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Chapter completed!