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Seeing where Yan Xiaomo was standing for a long time and not leaving, Long Biao couldn't help urging: "Why don't you leave, you can go down from here." Pinshu.com "

"Wait, let me read a poem." He looked back at Long Biao and cleaned up in silence.

"......" won't save people anymore, and Han Xin will stop cooking.

Long Biao muttered in his heart.

"The scenery of the northern country is thousands of miles of ice, and thousands of miles of snow drifts." Yan Xiaomo felt something, and stopped reading it.

"Good poems, good poems, are there any more below?" Long Biao couldn't help but praise, it is indeed a good poem, very appropriate for the occasion.

Yan Xiaomo thought about it seriously, and she really couldn't remember the back ones, "No, I've almost forgotten the back ones." ”

“……”

"By the way, do you have any planks or anything like that?" Yan Xiaomo looked at the thick snowflakes under her feet, when would it take to go down step by step like this!

"What do you want planks for?" Long Wei asked puzzled.

"Ask if you have one, I'm going to do something."

Long Biao hesitated for a moment, and immediately used a spell to turn a wooden board for Yan Xiaomo.

As long as there is a wooden plank, the other Yan Xiaomo don't have to worry at all.

Long Biao looked at Yan Xiaomo well, not knowing what Yan Xiaomo was going to do with the plank.

I saw Yan Xiaomo put the wooden plank in front of the snow, and then jumped to the surface of the wooden plank with a light jump.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Xiaomo had already slid away with his plank, and the speed was so fast that Long Xiao was a little dumbfounded.

"It's kind of interesting." Long Biao watched the figure get farther and farther away, and his eyes flashed with a hint of interest.

Yan Xiaomo arrived at the foot of the mountain, and there was a canyon below, the thick snow concealed the original appearance of the road, and the wooden plank under her feet had turned into a black feather.

There are a lot of messy footprints in the snow, which look like human footprints, and they vary in depth, large and small.

There was a hole about three hundred meters ahead, and Long Biao said that Han Xin was locked in that hole.

Yan Xiaomo raised her legs and walked towards the hole, but Yan Xiaomo stopped about fifty meters away from the hole.

Because the entrance of the cave is guarded, one on the left and one on the right, it seems that it should be the werewolf of the snow wolf clan described by Long Biao.

Visually looking at those werewolves who were nearly two meters tall, and all of them looked strong, it was no wonder that they could become the overlords of the Wild Lands.

Who would dare to challenge such a werewolf!

Yan Xiaomo was watching intently, not noticing behind her at all.

"What are you looking at?" Suddenly, a boy's voice came to mind behind him, and there was a hint of goodness in his voice.

Yan Xiaomo reflexively turned her head, looked at the enlarged handsome face behind her, locked the throat of the person behind her, and tightly covered the person's mouth with the other hand.

"Shhhh Yan Xiaomo looked at the back nervously, and the two werewolves didn't seem to see her, which made her slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Little sister, your hands are so fragrant."

The boy stared at Yan Xiaomo's hand with a meaningful smile on his face.

Yan Xiaomo stared at the boy in front of him vigilantly, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with long black hair, blue eyes, a tall nose, and a mouth with a curve.

"Who are you?" Yan Xiaomo asked.

The man was wearing very few clothes, his arms were exposed, and he was probably not human.

"My name is Muya, I am the young master of the werewolf, who are you?" Mu Ya stared at Yan Xiaomo, he had never seen such a good-looking young lady in the wilderness!

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