Chapter 970

The ice sheet at the end of August has just passed the hottest season of the year. The ice layer in some places is not very thick. The ice sheet wolf must be very careful.

The leading little wolf king looks young, but he has a talent different from ordinary wolves and has a high sensitivity to danger.

Whenever the ice on the soles of the feet begins to thin, it can detect it and respond in time, or change its course or slow down.

Liaochen and Xiao Heng took turns standing behind to drive the sled, give instructions to the ice wolf, and control the steering to maintain the stability of the sled.

Gu Jiao and Taoist Qingfeng also tried to drive the sled.

Gu Jiao was so fast that the sledge almost flew up and was removed by the unanimous vote of the four people.

Taoist priest Qingfeng is Lu Chi. Several people took a nap on the sleigh. When they woke up, they found that Taoist priest Qingfeng took the ice wolf and pulled everyone back to the border of Yan state.

The wind did not repair the dizzy sledge, and he vomited wildly while sitting, let alone let him stand up and drive the sledge.

At the end of August, the ice sheet ushered in the first wind and snow of this year. They couldn't find a place to avoid the snow, so they had to move forward hard in the wind and snow.

At this time, the wind and snow is not big for the whole freezing period. Rao is so, and everyone feels the difficulty of moving forward.

Xiao Heng and Gu Jiao both thought of Duke Xuanping.

It was only a small flying snow in August. With the help of the ice wolf, they walked so hard. I can't imagine how the Marquis Xuanping brought the Arnebia and fruit out of the ice field in such extreme weather.

Towards the evening, the wind and snow finally stopped, and the people were almost frozen into ice sculptures on the sledge. The ice wolves were so tired that they could not move forward any more.

"How are you?" Xiao Heng asked Gu Jiao in his arms.

"Well, it's OK." Gu Jiaoyi said and found that she couldn't open her, so she could only numbly make a inaccurate sound.

Feng Wuxiu was also protected by his brother. It was a little cold. Fortunately, he didn't freeze to death.

The man driving the sleigh was covered with dust.

He stood at the tail of the sledge, wrapped in thick leather, wearing a leather hat that covered his ears, snow frost on his long eyelashes, and the flying snow on his cheeks almost formed a cold mask.

"Hello." his lips were frozen and could not move back and forth. It all depended on the vague voice in his mouth, "cow enemy (nose) son, take GA (handle) old man (hand)."

He was wearing gloves, but the gloves were completely frozen on the reins, and his fingers were completely stiff.

Taoist priest Qingfeng wanted to kill him, but he was not taking advantage of others' danger.

He moved and had a stiff body. He went over and pried the ice on his gloves with a dagger, and slowly injected a trace of internal force to warm his fingertips.

Just now, he used this method to protect the wind from the cold.

On the other side, Gu Jiao and Xiao Heng took firewood from the sled and raised a campfire in the snow.

"There's a fire! There's a fire!" Feng Wuxiu hurriedly came over, squatted down and stretched out his hands to bake the fire.

Xiao Heng goes to get the dry food. Gu Jiao strings the dry food with a sign and grills it on the fire. Xiao Heng takes out the ice fish salvaged along the way to feed the ice wolf.

Gu Jiao sat in front of the fire, turned her head and looked at him with one hand holding her cheek: "I don't see you feeding chickens, dogs, birds, horses and wolves at home."

"Sneeze!" Feng Wuxiu sneezed greatly.

Gu Jiao reached out and touched his forehead.

"I'm fine. My nose is just itchy. Is it here..." he sucked his nose, sniffed around and came up to Gu Jiao.

"Why?" Gu Jiao looked at him strangely.

Feng Wuxiu asked, "did you hide food?"

"I didn't," Gu Jiao said seriously.

"Spicy." he turned his head and sneezed again. "As soon as I smell spicy, I will sneeze... A sneeze! A sneeze!"

Gu Jiao lowered her head and saw that the fruit of the small butcher shop in her purse was really exposed.

Under the stunned gaze of Feng Wuxiu, she hid the small preserved meat back without changing her face.

"It's not enough to eat these." he glanced at the dry steamed bread on the fire, went leisurely to dig an ice hole in the nearby ice, caught a few fat fish, killed them and took them back to the fire.

He sat down opposite the Qingfeng Taoist priest and handed him a string of good fish: "can you roast fish?"

"No," said Taoist Qingfeng coldly.

"Your brother really can't?" asked the dust. Feng Wuxiu, sitting next to Qingfeng Taoist priest.

Feng Wuxiu nodded: "my brother can't do anything! He can't cook or sew clothes!"

Liaochen looked at Qingfeng Taoist priest strangely: "you can't cook food. How did you survive when you got lost in the forest?"

Qingfeng said, "eat wild fruits."

The dust took a puff from the corner of his mouth.

The cooking skill of liaochen roast is as good as that of Gu Jiao. The roasted fish is fresh and tender, and sprinkled with a handful of fine salt and spices. It's delicious in the world.

Feng Wuxiu ate quickly: "brother liaochen, the fish you baked is so delicious! It's better than that in Tianxiang building! When you return to Shengdu... Can you still eat the fish you baked?"

Liaochen said with a smile, "if your brother doesn't kill me, I'd like to roast some more fish for you."

Feng Wuxiu asked suspiciously, "but why did my brother kill you?"

"Because --"

Taoist Qingfeng grabbed a fish and put it coldly into Chen's mouth.

Liaochen took a bite, took the grilled fish in his hand, smiled and said, "because I'm better than your brother, your brother is jealous of me."

"Oh." Feng Wuxiu buried himself in eating fish. His mouth was too busy to help his brother.

Xiao Heng tore off the tenderest part of the fish's belly and handed it to Gu Jiao.

Liaochen smiled, picked up another grilled fish on the shelf and handed it to Qingfeng Taoist priest with a smile: "Sanjing meat, you can eat."

Qingfeng said, "what kind of Sanjing meat do you monks eat?"

Feng Wuxiu puffed his cheeks and said, "brother, he said you can eat!"

Taoist Qingfeng gave him a cold stare. Whose brother are you?

……

The next day, the party continued on the road. It took three days. Finally, at night on the third day of September, they saw the dark night Island above the ice.

In recent days, there have been several moderate storms and snows. Generally speaking, the temperature has dropped a lot than that at the time of departure, and the ice thickness has increased, which is very conducive to returning to the island.

The ice wolf pulled the sled to the ferry of dark night island.

It was too late, the ferry had been closed, and the iron fence like a city gate blocked the way of several people.

The bodyguard patrolling above the island found them, and the leader quickly asked vigilantly, "who is coming?"

Xiao Heng showed the dark night Island token left by Chang Jing. His eyes said coldly, "Xuanping Marquis house, Xiao Heng."

The head guard asked, "but the little Marquis of zhaodu?"

Xiao Heng said, "exactly."

The head guard frowned cautiously: "how do I know if you are a fake? Wait here first, and I'll report to the sect leader."

As soon as his voice fell, a tall and strong figure fell from the sky, flew down the island to the sledge, whooshed up Xiao Heng and Gu Jiao, and went to the island!

Just throw a domineering back of the head to the guards.

All bodyguards: