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Indeed, there was a price to be paid for flirting with a beauty.

By the time I woke up, the sky was completely dark.

At this time, we had already been in the tower for more than half a day, and it was already late at night. In this world of ice and snow, the night sky naturally had no stars, only falling snowflakes. The night above the tower was very quiet. It was so quiet that one could almost hear each other's breathing and the sound of snowflakes falling on the transparent dome. When I woke up, Shaodi had fallen asleep again, and somehow he'd fallen asleep on the floor, curled up in a small corner under the bed's corner, sleeping quietly and looking as saintly as a snowflake. Qing Ling, on the other hand, was sitting by the window, unbothered by the cold night wind. He raised his head slightly and looked at the snowflakes dancing in the sky.

What a perfect profile. He was as handsome as a statue, and his expression was frozen, resolute and a little melancholy. His killing power was truly enormous.

I was drooling.

Qing Ling seemed to have sensed me and turned her head to look at me. She suddenly reminded me, "Wipe your chin."

I sucked in a mouthful of saliva and smiled embarrassedly, but Qing Ling quickly turned around.

He looked up at the sky and asked, "Why did you come to White World, young man?"

I thought about it and told him I had come by mistake.

"Was it a coincidence?" Qing Ling repeated my words, one word at a time, as though he was thinking about something, and didn't speak for a long time. I felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, and asked him in the spirit of courtesy, "Why is Qing Ling trapped here?"

A hint of confusion appeared in Qing Ling's eyes. "I don't know either. I can't remember."

After thinking for a moment, he said to himself, "That's right, why am I trapped here? It seems like too much time has passed, so long that I have already forgotten the reason. "

His voice was so fleeting, with a kind of inexplicable sadness, that I was a little taken aback by it.

It was the first time I saw such a melancholy Qingling. His eyes were filled with confusion, and finally, a hint of weakness appeared in them.

In the half day I had known him, he was either cold or expressionless, and I had never seen him so vulnerable.

It was as if he had lost something important.

However, that weakness only lasted for a split-second. Very soon, Qing Ling regained her cool demeanor and jumped down from the window. "Alright, since you're awake, let's continue walking!"

"On our way?" I looked out the window. "It's night time, so we need to travel at night. Is it dangerous?"

Qing Ling said, "In the White World, there is a vast expanse of white snow. Because of the snow, the light at night is actually quite bright. The night will be safer. If we want to leave, we can leave now. "

According to his logical analysis, night was more suitable for travelling than day, because the Infernal King was in his own territory and would not normally travel at night.

What, you said demons usually like the dark? These were only the rules of the mortal world! In the human world, there were too many guards that could kill demons and devils, so in order to avoid being killed, they usually chose to move at night. However, this was the Infernal King's territory, so when he stayed in his own territory, he would usually choose to travel during the day. After all, it took a candle to travel at night! To create a harmonious society, environmentalists are responsible!

Qing Ling had explained a lot of things to me, so the final result was naturally up to him. There's no helping it, two of the three of us are wounded right now, and Qingling has the highest mana here, so I choose to follow his lead.

Shaodi's body hasn't recovered yet, so I'm temporarily unable to use his reputed powerful ice and snow technique. So right now, he's listening to everything I say. Furthermore, he seemed to be rather close to Qing Ling. Ever since he had woken up, he had never spoken to Qing Ling alone. Furthermore, he had always been behind me as they travelled, seemingly a little afraid of Qing Ling.

Qing Ling was a man of few words. His handsome face was always tense and tense. It was no wonder that Young Di was a little afraid of him.

Shaodi was that kind of delicate beauty. Even though he was a man, he still hadn't grown up yet. Naturally, he would arouse the desire to protect him. Every time I saw Young Master Di trembling in fear because of Qing Ling, I would stand up and protect him.

Young master, don't be afraid. Big sister will definitely protect you!

I said to myself.

Along the way, Qing Ling didn't like Shaodi very much. It seemed that he was a bit of a burden, but fortunately, he didn't show it very clearly.

I helped him walk slowly through the snow with some difficulty. Due to being trapped in the tower for more than three hundred years, it had been a long time since Shaodi had walked on such a normal path. Thus, his movements now were exceptionally difficult. He was so weak that I had to protect him, I thought.

Since it was the middle of the night, the weather was very cold. The snow was falling harder, and the wind was blowing like a knife across his face. We walked knee-deep in the snow, barely able to move. Strangely, Qing Ling no longer used magic to move around. Instead, she walked in front of us in silence, one step at a time, just like the rest of us. He could only use magic unless he wanted to explore the way. Otherwise, he would be like an ordinary person.

I couldn't help but ask, "Qingling, why aren't you using any spells?"

Qing Ling replied, "We're already close to the Demon King's Mansion. If we use magic, it'll be very easy to alarm him."

So it was like this.

I looked up into the distance. The road ahead was still white with snow, and the wind and snow were too strong. Everything and buildings were blurry, like a black and white television without a signal. I don't know where the Demon King's main hall is, but Qing Ling's expression was full of hesitation. Every once in a while, he would rise a few dozen feet and scout the road ahead. But I saw that his expression was getting more and more strange.

"The snow is so heavy that even the marks I made were covered by the snow. If this goes on, we might get lost." "No," he said.

"The marks you made?"

Qing Ling: "I have barged into the Demon King's Mansion a few times before. Although I didn't succeed in the end, I have secretly marked the forks in the maze in preparation for the next challenge."

No wonder, no wonder he went to the intersection to look around from time to time.

About two hours later, the snow began to fall even harder. All the palace trees were covered with a thick layer of snow that looked like a plush blanket. I even saw a few palace tunnels between walls, completely blocked by thick snow.

The situation was not looking good. At this rate, I'm afraid that it won't be long before most of the palaces in this maze will be buried in snow. The road here is already very difficult to distinguish; if the markings made by Qing Ling were completely covered by snow, how would we be able to find our way back?

"Why is it snowing so heavily? It's killing me!" I asked, "Qing Ling, has the snow in this maze always been this heavy?"

Qing Ling stopped at a fork in the road. He seemed to be looking for a mark he had left behind before, but it must have been futile. Because everything at the intersection was covered in snow, the only thing that could be seen was a wall.