Marquis of Grand Xia

The big crack was very wide, as if he had cut an axe in the void. If it wasn't for the golden light, it would be impossible for Ning Chen to find them for another lifetime.

In this **** world, there are always some **** things that people can't understand, for example, congenital, and for example, paper that will shine on its own.

Ning Chen felt that his original world view was like a mirror that fell to the ground, and he could not break it again.

Walking into the crack, one person and one horse went silently, the way out was at the foot, but still a little unreal.

It turned out that he still could not completely agree with what happened before.

The cracked road came to an end, and in a trance, they had appeared on a snowy field.

The first action of the little white horse, kicking the hoof, flirted with flirtatious eyes, and then planted it in the snow and ate it.

Ning Chen looked at it contemptuously. He had never experienced earth turtles, and he really didn't cultivate.

At the next moment, Ning Chen gently picked up a handful of snow, and then tucked it into his mouth, chewing it up with glacial sludge ...

Cool!

Each person raised his head comfortably, his face full of happiness.

The days in the Netherworld were really hell. I did n’t eat or drink, and I could n’t even eat snow. Now I find that I can be happy with a bite of snow.

The hotness in the throat subsided a lot. Ning Chen threw down the snow in his hands and saw that the little white horse was still eating wildly. He couldn't help but frown, and slapped it against the horse's buttocks, and screamed :

"Don't die"

Like this way of eating, life will eat everything, and everything must be done. Their bodies are still very weak, and they ca n’t stand such tossing.

"Huh"

Xiao Baima glanced at the former, and then took two steps back, still eating as usual.

Ning Chen was furious and was about to make a splash. Suddenly he saw that the snow behind the little white horse had melted, and he couldn't help looking.

What kind of thing is the bead swallowed by this guy? It has so much influence after so many days.

Ning Chen was worried, but watching Xiaobaima's pleasure, he would not stop it.

"Wait here, don't run around"

When the words fell, Ning Chen turned the wheelchair and walked towards the distance.

After a short time, Ning Chen came back, carrying a roe deer in his hand, not big, but enough for one person to eat a meal.

He didn't know whether Xiaobaima could eat meat or not, but he didn't have to eat at this time.

The fire fold has been extinguished, there is no dead wood in the attachment, and it is impossible to produce fire. His cultivation practice has not reached the level that can induce the change of the world like the Son of God, and he cannot produce fire out of thin air.

After a simple solution of the roe deer, Ning Chen resisted nausea and stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth. The fish was scented, and there was a spasm in the stomach that had not eaten for many days, and he returned to the acid water.

But he knew that if he did n’t eat, he would die, and his body could n’t hold it out of the snowfield.

Randomly stuffed himself with two pieces of meat, and Ning Chen cut another piece into the mouth of Xiaobaima.

"Huh"

The little white horse refused to eat and spit it out at once.

"Eat it"

Ning Chen's face sank and shouted.

Seeing that the owner was angry, the little white horse grieved grievously, picked up the raw meat in the snow, and ate it hard.

Ning Chen felt that his words were a little heavy, sighed softly, stroking Xiao Baima's head, and said softly, "endure, as long as you can survive, it is worthwhile to suffer."

The little white horse rubbed the former's chest with his head, looking very wronged.

"Okay, don't grind Haw like a lady, hurry and eat"

Ning Chen yanked away the little white horse and said impatiently.

The unprocessed raw meat has a very strong smell, with dripping blood, the little white horse eating hard, Ning Chen's disgusting, one person and one horse in the wilderness, you bite me and bite each other, staring at each other, no one will suffer loss, fear The other party takes a bite.

The roe deer on the snowfield are very small. After removing the viscera and fur, there is very little meat left. Ning Chen looked at the last piece of meat and stuffed it into the mouth of the small white horse, and immediately used the snow on the ground to clean his hands and said lightly: "Go"

The little white horse swallowed the last bite of pain in pain, and then walked his hooves obediently, walking and thinking of nausea.

The heavy snow finally stopped, but the sun has not yet come out. This heavy snow is a disaster, especially in the north, where there is a lot of snow.

Ning Chen didn't know where he went, and he couldn't even understand the direction. Snowfields were the same everywhere, and they couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest.

Snow blindness is prone to snow blindness, so Ning Chen blindfolds Xiaobaima's eyes every time she walks for a while, and then closes her eyes. She travels by feeling. They don't know the direction anyway.

However, he didn't expect that if people are unlucky, drinking cold water will stop their teeth.

Just when Ning Chen and Xiao Baima saw the hope ahead, a city was looming, and not far away, a man in white walked on an incline.

The white man was obviously stunned after seeing a person in front of him. In this vast snowfield, such a combination is too individual and too easy to recognize.

There is a saying that if you break through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to find it.

Ning Chen felt the murderous opportunity from the man, frowned frowning, and had to think about it in the future, he saw a cold sword light cover his face.

"Bang"

Swords touched together, a waterfall of snowflakes swayed, the man produced the sword, and soon fell to death, a sword came to the front, and the sword wind pressed against the face.

Ning Chen fixed the sword body with his left hand, turned the situation, and the blade turned to the side, releasing his force from the invisible.

At the same time, the ink sword came out of the sheath, half-cold cold light, frost and agitation, a sword obstructed eyes.

The man's look remained unchanged, his left hand stretched out, grabbed the ink sword, and Mars was splashing, actually a pair of pig iron forged gloves.

Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, and the ink sword in his hand added another three-point force, and with a loud bang, the hard iron gloves cut a half-finger deep mouth.

A piece of blood flowed down the edge of Mo Jian's sword. The white man first saw red. The hand holding the sword turned, the body of the sword decomposed, the sword was taken from the sword, and stab at Ning Chen's heart.

"Shameless"

Ning Chen scolded angrily, but never checked whether he was even more shameless.

The sword hidden in the sword is unpredictable. However, Ning Chen encountered a more dangerous situation than this, so he moved.

The wheelchair did not retreat, but the moment he turned around, Mo Jian cut back, like a sickle of death, across a black brilliance.

Mo Jian was quick, and his moves were tricky, but Ning Chen frowned slightly.

He felt powerless, and the sword was slow.

At the very least, it's a lot slower than when he faces headless Yin Qi.

"Wow"

The cloth was split and a waterfall of blood was drawn, and the white man stepped back three times in a row, avoiding this deadly sword.

Ning Chen was upset and dissatisfied. His body was slower than at that time, and the wheelchair under him could not keep up.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand. After all, there is a gap between illusion and reality. How can it be so simple to turn unreal moves into reality?

The man in white is also in a bad mood. He finds that his martial arts Wupin cultivation can't completely suppress the youth in front of him.

Ning Chen was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes narrowed slightly to conceal his thoughts, and he could also feel it through a brief confrontation. The white man in martial arts was not as good as the old eunuch, but the long sword in his hand was a little troublesome.

He would like to thank the torment in the illusion of Nether Hell, otherwise he would still be the idiot in the past who had nothing to do but could not perform.

After all, martial arts are used to fight, and physical fitness is fart.

When he taught the sword with the sword, the old man once said that the role of the sword is to kill people, but there is no other use.

The sword-bearer is the sword-bearer, the sword-bearer.

Of course, there are not many people in this world who can be called swordsmen. The sword worship says that he can only count as half at most. In this way, he and the white man in front of him are not even half.

Ning Chen began to feel sick, perhaps eating raw meat previously, and his eyes were also hurt by Xueguang. This place is really not a good place to fight.

The man in white looked at the young man in front of him, and the kung fu sword again forced his life again.

At the moment when the sword came out, he was still thinking, why does this teenager seem to be a little absent-minded?

Ning Chen eased over the gods, and the ink sword traversed in front of him, blocking a sword in front of his throat, and immediately his head was biased.

Looking at the blood spilled from the sky, Ning Chen sighed that he was still the best at breaking his arm, because the arm was closest to him.

At the next moment, the wheelchair turned, Mo Jian turned again, and Mo Guang crossed, seeing the blood seal the throat.

The man in white fell down with his eyes open, his body still holding the posture of being a wise man, and he fell into the snow and could no longer stand up.

"Cough"

Ning Chen coughed a few times violently, and a corner of his mouth overflowed with blood. He reached out and rubbed a hand impatiently, then bent down and groped for a few times on the man in white. Enter the city with the young man "

"Huh"

The little white horse responded, followed the wheelchair, and slowly walked towards the ancient city in the distance.

The ancient city is really far away. When the two guys walked into the city, it was already dark and no longer dark.

The inn on the street was about to close, and Ning Chen was stopped. He was very hungry, and his brother Xiaobaima was also very hungry.

The shopkeeper began to be impatient, but when he saw the silver in his hand with a big fist in his hand, his complexion immediately turned to sunny, and he wished that the young man would be offered as an ancestor.

Ning Chen slightly glanced at the little white horse, and signaled, how is it? It's good to follow him.

Xiao Baima responded with a low eyebrow and a smooth attitude, making Ning Chen very satisfied.

"What do you want to eat?" The shopkeeper smiled flatteringly.

Ning Chen glanced at the sign hanging in front of the hall, and then pointed to each one in the past, looking like an upstart.

Hearing the former ’s words, the smile on the shopkeeper ’s face was even brighter, and asked with a pretense of concern, “Does the son want to take a package?”

"No, that one is it"

Ning Chen pointed to the little white horse at the door and said impatiently.

"The son wants this horse to come in to eat too?" The shopkeeper wondered.

"Can't it?" Ning Chen was even more impatient, and he was almost starved to death.

"This is not in line with the rules"

The shopkeeper's face is embarrassing. This is where people eat, how can a beast come in.

Ning Chen threw the silver ingot in his hand and said, "This is yours"

"Oh, your words are rules"

The shopkeeper's face blossomed with joy. Without a word, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Before the meals were served, the two starving ghosts caught the tea in the hall and drank one pot after another. Until Ning Chen waited, the food would finally be served.

The chef was pulled out of the bed by the shopkeeper. He was confused and played a bit of an aberration. However, this could not stop the two guys with bright eyes from eating madly.

Because the manpower is not enough, the shopkeeper is also helping the back kitchen, and finally frees up his hand, ready to come to the front hall to take a look, as soon as he stepped into the hall, he was immediately stunned by the swallowing of a person.

There was a mess in the hall, and there were empty plates everywhere. There was almost no place for a foot around a person and a horse. On the side, the young younger boy who was serving the food looked white. For the first time in his life, he saw such a terrible scene.

Ning Chen and Xiao Baima naturally didn't know that their eating habits caused such a big psychological shadow. The quality and face of the two guys are beyond this era, and they don't care about others' opinions at all.

As a result, more and more people were scared and stupid in front of the hall, standing there in a daze, looking at the pair of strange people and horses ...