(South Zenith, Fragmented Mountain)

The fragmented mountain, which was once low and cloudy, was turned into a snow-capped mountain with snow dancing and proud frost by Xi Mutong with tears. The prisoners who were hung from the peaks of the mountains and wailed www.biquge.info were never to be seen again - they were all sealed in snow and ice, and there was no need to fear the pecking of hawks-billed bats.

On the snow, hawksbill bats that have escaped the snow cover are scattered and fluttering around. Because of the cold weather and the lack of food, they begin to burrow back into their burrows to hibernate.

In front of the white snow-capped mountains, two white clouds fluttered leisurely, but they never stayed away. There were two people standing on the clouds, it was Ling Xuanluo and Broken Xiao.

They gazed at it from afar for a moment, then moved the clouds to a rectangular ice coffin. The ice coffin was natural, smooth and unpolished at the edges, worn by two slender chains, hanging high between the two snowy peaks.

The two silently looked into the ice coffin, a woman, lying quietly behind the ice cap, it was Xi Mutong. After a night of ice and snow washing, the blood stains on her white dress have been washed away.

At this time, she regained her pre-torture calmness, lying behind the ice like a silent shadow, giving people the illusion that it was just a jade figure carved by a skilled craftsman with the skill of cutting the moon and cutting clouds, inlaid into the ice coffin, and then hung here as a decoration for worshipping heaven and earth.

"Auntie......" Ling Xuanluo couldn't control himself, pressed his hands on the ice, and called out. The mist from the cold in his mouth, covering the ice cap, obscured her countenance.

Broken Xiao didn't make a sound, just looked at her affectionately, and her heart was full of nostalgia. In just one night, it was as if a life had passed, and when they met again, she had sunk into another world, not knowing if she could still perceive their existence.

Finally, he pulled Ling Xuanluo and persuaded him: "Tong'er has been tired for five hundred years, it's time to rest." Let's go, don't wake her. He spoke softly, like a whisper, as if he was afraid that speaking loudly would wake her up.

It was time to leave, but neither of them would move, but they heard the loud sound of wings flapping behind them, and a strong wind blew at the same time.

Turning around, three huge eagles appeared in front of them. Although it is one big and two small, the eaglet is several times larger than ordinary eagles.

"Blank-headed eagle!" Ling Xuanluo shouted in surprise, "You were sent by Mr. Yufeng to protect Aunt Shizu from the hawksbill bat last night, right?"

The big eagle in the lead shook its head up and down to indicate that it was nodding.

Broken Xiao was about to cry again, so he had to look up at the sky and say to himself: "I have loved her for a thousand years, but I let go at the last moment and had to let her go." And he, even though he was far away from thousands of rivers and mountains, did not let go of his hand after all. It turns out that the protector god of Xi Mutong's life has never been my broken flute, but the demon king who destroyed the Son of Heaven......"

Ling Xuanluo didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, so he just talked to Mangtou Ying: "Three great favors, Xuanluo doesn't know how to repay him, he can only thank you on behalf of all those who care about his aunt!" He burst into tears and was about to bow down, but was stopped by a little eagle stretching out his plush head.

After meeting Ling Xuanluo and Broken Flute, the Blank-headed Eagles were leaving—since they were protected by ice and snow, they didn't need to be guarded.

Ling Xuanluo was reluctant and said to them: "Xuanluo knows that you are familiar with Mr. Yufeng and Brother Jiangnan, so please tell the three of you on your behalf, I have something important to do, I need to go to Yunnan with Hengliuxian for a few days, and I can't accompany them for the time being, and when I come back from this trip, I will go to the Tomb of Despair to confess." ”

The three blank-headed eagles nodded, and reluctantly rubbed their arms, and then let out a long sigh and flew away, and their backs were far away in an instant. (To be continued.) )