First Lady of the Crown Prince

Chapter 897 Father’s love is like a mountain (third update)

The corner of Xuan Pinghou's mouth twitched: "You're not so unlucky, are you? You just escaped the avalanche and this happened again."

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

 The Spirit King gritted his teeth and galloped against the wind.

 The ice on both sides broke off first, and it could not turn ashore from both sides, so it could only move forward bravely.

　　Boom!

The ice under the snowmobile finally couldn't hold up and completely cracked. Seeing that the snowmobile was about to fall into the ice hole, the Spirit King suddenly accelerated!

 The snowmobile swooped past!

 The Spirit King led the direwolf in a desperate run, and the ice cracked all the way behind the snowmobile!

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

Xuan Pinghou's heart was in his throat. He had never been so thrilling in his life. Two more blows and his heart would be unbearable.

 Fortunately they finally made it ashore.

　One person and a row of snow wolves were all lying in the snow, panting.

Most of the time, the Wolf King will walk according to the owner's orders, but if it encounters danger, it will disobey the owner's orders and find its own route.

Xuanpinghou said in a funny way: "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.

However, this time, the Spiritual King refused to leave.

　　Xuan Pinghou got off the snowmobile and came to the front of the team, checking the reins and wolf claws of the Spirit King.

everything is normal.

“Spirit King, it’s time to set off.” Marquis Xuanping patted its powerful back.

 The Spiritual King remains motionless.

 After a while, it walked around in circles a few times, with a hint of uneasiness in its eyes.

Xuanpinghou probably understood that there was another blizzard ahead. When encountering blizzards before, the Spirit King always chose to lead the way around, without any uneasiness.

 This blizzard may be more serious than imagined.

 The Spirit King let out a low cry of fear and took a few steps back.

 The entire wolf pack felt the signal sent by the alpha wolf, and all became restless.

 Finally, the Spirit King turned around and ran back with the wolves.

 The ice has broken and we cannot go straight, so we will go around eastward.

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

They are already halfway through the journey. They finally got here. If they turn back to Dark Night Island, all their efforts will be wasted!

 Intuition told Marquis Xuanping that this was his only and last chance to cross the ice field. Once he missed it, he would never be able to leave the ice field throughout the winter.

“Remember, if the Spirit King refuses to lead the way, then it is inevitable. You must not force your way in!”

Chang Ying's instructions flashed through his mind, and Marquis Xuanping's eyes darkened.

Qing'er is still waiting for him to get back Lithospermum. Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, and even if there are blue waters and blue waters, he will still get through it!

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

 Go back, direwolves, your mission is accomplished.

 I will walk the next road by myself.

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

 There is no need to carry heavy weight, the wolves suddenly scampered far away.

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

 A snowstorm is coming, and this human being will die.

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

Hour Xuanping grabbed the basket on the snowmobile and rushed into the coming snowstorm resolutely.

 …

Xuanpinghou couldn't remember how many days he had been walking in the snowstorm. His face had long lost consciousness, and he could no longer 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 zombie, moving forward step by step.

His legs weakened, he stumbled and fell to the ground on one knee.

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

 Can't fall here.

Qing'er is still waiting for him.

 He wants to go back.

 The palm was cracked by the frost and was propped under the ice, leaving a shocking **** handprint.

 His body temperature continued to drain away, and he could find no shelter from the wind and rain.

 He seemed lost, and he didn't even know how long he had until he reached the end.

 Finally, he was exhausted and fell onto the cold ice.

 …

 When he woke up, the blood trailing down his forehead had dried.

　　He moved his body that was almost as stiff as stone, climbed up with difficulty, picked up the long knife on the ice, used the knife as a crutch, and continued to move towards his destination.

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

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

With a loud bang, his whole body was crushed under the glacier!

The backpack was broken, the contents rolled out with a crash, and the leather wrapping the small box was also scratched by sharp ice cubes.

　　A strong wind blew.

Xuan Pinghou's face changed, and his voice was hoarse and he could hardly scream: "Don't—"

 Plop!

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

 The small box drifted away under the ice.

Huge grief surged in the heart of Marquis Xuanping. He raised his hand and pushed away the glacier pressing on him.

 His Dantian has been damaged and he cannot use half of his internal strength.

His fingers were so **** that they could not move the glacier on his body.

 “Don’t go…don’t go…”

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

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

"ah-"

 He let out a roar of anger and compassion, and took up the power of life to push the glacier on his body.

　　Boom!

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

A series of broken ice cubes fell into the hole in the ice, flowed down the river, and hit the small box. The small box was pushed further and further away.

 If this continues, he will lose it—

Xuanpinghou looked at the gray sky and felt a deep despair.

 He is not afraid of death.

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

 Why do you do this to him?

He failed to save Qing'er twenty years ago. Will he fail this time too?

He turned to look for the small box under the ice, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of a tall figure in the biting wind and snow.

Is it an illusion?

 How can there be anyone here?

The other party walked towards him step by step.

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

He wears a cold long sword on his waist, which complements his lonely and cold aura.

 Hand beside him was a direwolf like the Spirit King.

 When he got closer, Marquis Xuanping finally recognized him.

 “Long Yi?”



 (End of this chapter)