Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

When the little fox woke up, he found himself in such a strange place.

It was gloomy, with nothing but sand and loess.

It was pitch black everywhere and extremely cold.

It was still held, held in the arms.

It shook its ears and slowly poked out its little head.

He tilted his head and looked around quietly.

This seems to be a man's lair.

He walked without any hurry, and his big cold hands were still stroking its little head unhurriedly.

The tail is also touched from time to time, and the movements are very frivolous.

It shrank its tail and its fox ears drooped slightly.

With good night vision, look around.

It's all ice, cold ice.

This is the deep valley of Longyuan Mountain. The valley is narrow and narrow. The further you go down, the narrower the walkway becomes.

Through the thin air, you can feel the biting ice.

The yin is swooshing, the darkness is abnormal, and the scalp is numb.

This made the little fox a little unbearable.

It couldn't help shrinking and patting him with its little paws.

"Where are you taking me?"

"It's so cold here."

It felt colder than the cave she had entered by mistake before.

It's cold enough to kill people.

The femme fatale man holding it hugged it tighter.

The cold palm covered its little head, and the black demonic power overflowed.

Keep the cold air away from it.

The temperature rose instantly, and its body was also warming up.

It stopped talking and only showed its clear and clean eyes.

Watch quietly.

The walkways here are very similar to the previous cave. The walkways are constantly tightening and narrowing.

There was gloomy ice everywhere, and ice cones hung from the sky, exuding cold air without a drop of water.

As if it won't melt.

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The surrounding environment changes in an instant.

The corridor was originally very narrow, so narrow that it was almost impossible to pass through.

But the next second, the man who had been holding it seemed to have passed through a barrier.

The barrier shook a few times, and soon returned to its original state.

The little fox huddled in the man's arms looked around.

This time, he shrank further back.

Straight up, huddled in the man's arms, not even daring to show his eyes.

snake……

snake……

There are snakes everywhere.

Here is an open and extremely confined space.

The ice blocked everything inside, and it was like a solid cage, locking in the densely packed snakes climbing inside.

Above, below, the wall, and the hanging...

All are snakes.

Colorful and colorful.

All still alive.

Gloomily, they all looked over.

The silent air was filled with a scalp-numbing hissing sound as he spit out snake bites.

It was crawling so slowly, so slowly, in such a closed and dark ice room.

It seemed that with every step he took, he would touch the snake's body on the ground, and a still squirming snake would fall from it.

It's absolutely terrifying.

The little fox's scalp was obviously numb, and he kept pushing into the man's arms.

I want to get into his lapel.

Fortunately, that always cold-blooded snake-scorpion man can occasionally be kind-hearted.

He looked down at it, opened his clothes, and let it get in.

It seemed less nervous when it was pressed against him.

The furry little head is slightly exposed, looking outside.

He swallowed and looked away immediately.

At this time, all the snakes in the ice room seemed to know the man.

After seeing him, he quietly backed away.