Just one second before she approaches the ground, she can shoot the arrow hook at anything she can cling to.

However, the body kept falling down into what seemed to be an endless abyss.

The air is getting colder and colder, and the snow is getting heavier and heavier.

Ling Mulao felt as if her whole body was numb. Thin ice formed on her eyelashes and hair, then her forehead, nose, and finally her whole body.

Like an ice sculpture, falling stiffly.

Through the thin ice, his eyes blinked almost invisible.

"Ling Muchao, Ling Muchao~"

Vaguely, she seemed to be able to hear Nangong Yi's panicked voice slowly echoing in the sky above in the howling wind.

Can't move, can't move.

Yi, I'm here, but it's a pity that I have to leave you.

Ling Mulao, whose heart was throbbing in pain and had forgotten what tears were, suddenly shed a drop of crystal tears from the corner of his eyes.

The tears were warm and melted the thin ice bit by bit.

"Broken~"

Gathering all his strength, Ling Mulao stretched out his arm and the thin ice instantly shattered.

Her body moved, and the moment she stood up, she suddenly heard the strange sound that sounded like snoring again.

Could it be that it came from here?

The thought flashed, and in the blink of an eye, his vision suddenly went dark, and Ling Mulao fell into a black hole.

"Bang~", a huge collision sound.

Before Ling Mulao could react, he had already fallen to the bottom.

It hurt. The location where she hit her was so painful that it seemed like every bone had been shattered.

Ling Mulao shook his groggy head, his eyes were overlapping, and in the weak light Ling Mulao slowly looked around.

Where is this place?

There are many marks scratched by claws on the uneven stone walls around it, and the carcasses of some small animals are piled in the gaps between the stones. It looks a bit like some kind of animal's nest.

Moving his arms slightly, Ling Mulao felt warm and soft under his body, and couldn't help but take a look subconsciously.

It was a fluffy ball of goose-yellow color, like her villa in Europe, with a warm wool carpet on the ground.

"What is this and why does it look like a feather?"

His slender fingers picked up a piece of flaky object that was the size of a human face, and Ling Mulao rolled his eyes.

Very soft and warm.

"Hey, pull it out and make it into a down jacket, one for me and one for Yi, eh~" Ling Mulao curled her red lips and was very happy, "By the way, I'll give Xuanyuan Moxie one so that he won't be afraid of the cold, hehe~"

Talking to himself, Ling Mulao was quite excited about finding a treasure.

She did it as she said, rolling up her sleeves and preparing to pull off the flakes one by one, but before she could do that, she felt a chill on her back.

It seemed like there were two burning eyes staring at her.

Frowning his brows, Ling Mulao turned his head subconsciously, and as far as he could see, a pair of eyes as big as watermelons were moving around.

"Depend on!"

Suddenly, Ling Mulao jumped back with a start.

What is this?

With confused eyes, a furry face, and a yellow flat mouth, he was staring at her blankly with his head tilted to one side.

No, is it another mythical beast? But why does it look more and more like a duck?

Well, although this duck is a bit ridiculously big, it is completely comparable to the giant eagle in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

He tightened his fingers, and the corners of Ling Mulao's lips twitched almost invisibly. No matter what it was, the thirty-sixth strategy was the best one.
Chapter completed!