The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

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The corner of Xuan Pinghou's mouth twitched: "It's not so unlucky, is it? Just escaped the avalanche and came here again."

The speed of the Spirit King has reached the limit, but it must break through the limit again, otherwise it, its companions, and that human will all be buried here.

King Ling gritted his teeth and galloped against the wind.

The ice on both sides broke first, and it couldn't turn ashore from both sides, so it could only go forward bravely.

Boom!

The ice layer under the snowmobile finally couldn't support it and completely cracked. Seeing that the snowmobile was about to fall into the ice hole, King Ling suddenly accelerated!

The snowmobile whized past!

The Spirit King led the direwolf to run desperately, and the ice layer cracked all the way behind the snowmobile!

This is much more dangerous than fighting. Fighting is fighting with people, and it is controllable. It is a battle against the extreme weather of the entire ice field. If you are not careful, the whole army will be wiped out!

Xuan Pinghou's heart rose to his throat, he had never been so thrilling in his life, if he did it twice, his heart couldn't take it anymore.

Fortunately, they finally landed.

A person and a row of snow wolves all lay down in the snow and panted.

Most of the time, the wolf king will walk according to the master's command, but if it encounters danger, it will defy the master's order and find the route by itself.

Xuan Pinghou said with a smile: "Fortunately, he is not a fool, but an experienced wolf king."

He took out dry food and food, filled his stomach with the direwolves, and planned to continue on the road.

But this time, King Ling didn't say anything and left.

Marquis Xuan Ping got off the snowmobile, came to the front of the team, and checked the reins and wolf claws of King Ling.

everything is normal.

"King Ling, it's time to go." Xuan Pinghou patted its back full of strength.

King Ling remained motionless.

After a while, it circled around in place a few times,

There was a faint uneasiness in his eyes.

Marquis Xuan Ping probably understood that there was another blizzard ahead. Before encountering a blizzard, King Ling chose to lead the way and detour without any anxiety.

The blizzard this time is probably more serious than imagined.

King Ling uttered a fearful low cry, and took a few steps back.

The whole pack of wolves sensed the signal from the alpha wolf, and they all became restless.

In the end, King Ling turned around and ran back with the pack of wolves.

The ice layer has been broken and it is impossible to go straight, so we will go around eastward.

In short, we can no longer rush in the direction of Dayan.

Halfway through the journey, they finally came here, if they turned back to Dark Night Island, all previous efforts would be in vain!

His intuition told Xuan Pinghou that this was his only and last chance to cross the ice field, and if he missed it, he would never be able to get out of the ice field again throughout the harsh winter.

"Remember, if King Ling refuses to lead the way, then there is no way to avoid it, so don't force your way!"

Chang Ying's exhortation flashed in his mind, Xuan Pinghou's eyes darkened.

Qing'er is still waiting for him to get back the comfrey, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, even if the world is falling, he must break through!

His eyes fell on the running direwolf, and after a while, he drew his long knife.

Go back, direwolf, your mission is done.

I will walk the next road by myself.

He raised his knife and cut off the reins of all the direwolves.

There is no need to bear the weight, and the wolves rush out all at once.

King Ling stopped in time and turned around to look at Marquis Xuan Ping.

A blizzard is coming and this human will die.

He sensed the kindness of this human being, but it had to bring its pack back alive.

Xuan Pinghou grabbed the back basket on the snowmobile and resolutely rushed into the coming snowstorm.

...

Xuan Pinghou couldn't remember how many days he had been walking in the snowstorm, his face had already lost consciousness, he could no longer even close his mouth, his hands and feet were numb from the cold, and his whole body was extremely stiff.

The whole person is like a walking corpse, moving forward step by step.

His legs went limp, he staggered and fell, and knelt on the ground on one knee.

His long knife pierced into the hard ice to support his body that was on the verge of falling.

Can't fall here.

Qing'er was still waiting for him.

He wants to go back.

The palm of his hand was frozen and cracked, propped under the ice, leaving a shocking bloody handprint.

His body temperature continued to pass, and he couldn't find a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

He seems to be lost, and he doesn't even know how long it will take him to reach the end.

Finally, he was exhausted and fell headlong on the cold and hard ice.

...

When he woke up, the blood that snaked down from his forehead had dried up.

He moved his almost petrified body, climbed up with difficulty, picked up the long knife on the ice, used the knife as a crutch, and continued towards his destination.

His physical strength was finally gradually exhausted, so that when a glacier collapsed in front of him, he had no strength left to escape.

His first reaction was not to save himself, but to grab the basket on his back and throw it out.

With a loud bang, he was crushed under the glacier!

The pannier was broken, and the contents inside rolled out with a clatter, and the leather wrapping the small box was also scratched by the sharp ice.

A gust of wind blows.

Xuan Pinghou's complexion changed, and his hoarse voice could hardly make a sound: "Don't—"

thump!

The leather was blown away by the wind, and the small box fell into a hole in the cracked ice.

The small box floated away under the ice.

Xuan Pinghou felt a surge of grief in his heart, he raised his hand, and pushed away the glacier that was pressing on him.

His dantian has been damaged, so he can't use half of his internal energy.

His fingers were covered with blood, but he couldn't push the glacier on his body.

"Don't go...don't go..."

He looked at the small box gradually drifting away under the ice, and was so anxious that the red blood in his eyes burst open one by one.

What floated away under the ice was not a small box, but his son's life!

"what--"

He let out a roar of anger and compassion, caught up with the power of life, and pushed the glacier on his body.

Boom!

While pushing the glacier on his own side, he increased the pressure on the other side of the glacier, and the ice on the lake cracked!

A chain of broken pieces of ice fell into the hole in the ice and flowed down the stream, hitting the little box, which was pushed farther and farther away.

If it goes on like this, he'll lose it—

Xuan Pinghou looked at the gray sky and felt a deep sense of despair.

He is not afraid of death.

He was only afraid that if he died, no one would be able to take the purple grass back...

Why did you do this to him?

Twenty years ago, he failed to save Qing'er. Will he end in failure this time?

He turned his head to look for the small box under the ice, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a tall figure from the icy wind and snow.

Is it an illusion?

Here...how could there be someone?

The other party walked towards him step by step.

It was a man wrapped in thick leather, wearing a fox fur cloak, and the hood of the cloak covered his appearance.

At his waist was a cold long sword, which complemented his lonely and cold aura.

Beside him was a direwolf just like the Spirit King.

It wasn't until he got close that Xuan Pinghou finally recognized him.

"Long Yi?"

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