It's so cold.

Where is the mother?

Where is Aunt Fenna?

They will come back.

She thought blankly, shivering in the snow, and the cold wind blew across her exposed face and neck, causing pain like a knife.

He almost lost all feeling in his hands and feet.

And where are the younger brothers and sisters? Where is Uncle Enzel?

She kind of missed Thalia's hot pies...even though she hated the garlic on them every time.

She passed a man lying in the snow.

The man slept so deeply, curled up motionless, but with the happiest smile on his face.

I didn't even know that my eyebrows and hair were covered with ice crystals.

This is a 'laughing man' - she told herself.

Yesterday, especially when she tried to help them sweep the ice crystals off their faces, Uncle Enzel told her with a smile: They are "laughing people" who like to sleep laughing in the wild in winter and will not wake up until spring.

——Good girls can't disturb them, it's best not to get close to them.

Obediently, she continued to move forward.

The skirt was a little torn, and she was very frustrated... This was the skirt Aunt Li Xiya gave her before leaving for the royal capital.

She walked past the second "Laughing Man".

This "laughing person" seems to be a sister who is as old as the maid Thalia, but she is wearing very little clothing. She is leaning against the rock with her mouth wide open, and she is holding a baby in her arms.

But the baby didn't smile, it just closed its small eyes and mouth tightly and remained motionless.

This made her very unhappy.

Why don't you laugh?

Everyone in the north should smile, right?

This is what Uncle Nolan Noor told her.

Beside the stables of the Cold Castle, when leaving with the other two uncles, Nolan Noor laughed as before and put herself into his arms, and then kept pricking her with his stubble amidst her dissatisfaction and protest.

s face.

Well, Nolan Noor - her thoughts were disordered, she thought of her youngest uncle, and couldn't help but raise her mouth.

If you showed up now...

I will...mercy forgive your beard.

She continued walking and met a third, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, many, many, countless others on the snow...

Laughter.

At this moment, a person who was not the "laughing man" finally appeared in front of him.

She raised her head with dull eyes and looked at the strange boy in front of her.

The ragged boy lay next to another "laughing man", rummaging for something.

The boy noticed her approach and raised his head like a wild beast.

His eyes were a dark red, so scary.

"roll!"

The boy subconsciously protected the things in his arms and stared at her fiercely, with vigilance and fierceness in his voice: "I found this place first! Food, clothes, everything is mine!"

"Get out! Get away!"

"Go and dig through the other bodies!"

She took a weak breath and felt that her face was sore from the wind.

So fierce.

She pouted.

But she is a little hungry.

My vision was blurry.

The icy coldness poured into her lungs along her mouth, nose and trachea, causing her heart to spasm again.

She walked towards the boy.

"Little brat, if you dare to take another step forward," the boy, who was also trembling in the cold, opened his mouth with a fierce face and exposed his teeth: "I will bite you alive!"

She ignored the other party.

But her consciousness became increasingly numb.

The vision is getting darker and darker.

But she still moved forward on the snow step by step, dragging her staggering footsteps, relying on vision rather than the touch of her feet to confirm the existence of the ground - she could hardly feel her limbs that had been numb for a long time.

The boy knelt down and roared like a beast, as if preparing for an attack.

She looked at the boy with a ferocious face, took a deep breath, and her lungs trembled again due to the cold air.

She kept walking forward.

The vigilance on the boy's face turned into a murderous look filled with hatred.

His right hand was exposed from behind, holding a long awl covered with rust.

Mother said, to strangers...

The boy howled angrily and threw her weak body to the ground.

Words to strangers...

She pulled at her frozen face.

The boy stared at her face and raised the awl in his hand ferociously.

She looked at the boy's dark red eyes and made an ugly curve from the corner of her mouth.

Have to smile.

Everyone in the north should smile, right?

The next moment, the Chief of the Terminator Swordsman ‘Seed’—Miranda Allende, suddenly opened her eyes in the alley of Longxiao City!

A sword with an empty slot had pierced her breastplate and penetrated her left breast.

The edge of the sword penetrated the flesh an inch.

Stop before the beating heart.

But he didn't move forward even an inch.

The middle-aged man with the Sword of Disaster frowned.

He looked at Miranda's sword edge, which happened to be stuck on his sword, piercing into the empty groove from the sword tip to the middle of the sword, against his strange sword.

Preventing it from piercing the female swordsman's heart.

Just now, at the critical moment, Miranda decisively drew her sword, and the blade inserted into the empty slot of the enemy's sword.

It's like a carpenter inserting a wedge into a hollow slot in the wood.

Miranda's black-gloved hands were firmly holding on to the hilt of her cross sword, with cold sweat dripping from her head that was both painful and trembling, and she was locked in a stalemate with the enemy.

What a fast sword.

And... that unavoidable feeling, is it his final power?

"It's really good," the middle-aged man breathed out gently, showing an expression of approval: "The reaction, observation, and character are all rare and outstanding. It's rare to be so young... My students are very smart, but they lack training and experience.

It will take him at least five years to catch up to your level."

"But from the very beginning, you were already on the verge of death..." The middle-aged man spoke coldly, and the sword that pierced Miranda's chest suddenly exerted force and stabbed forward.

Under his exertion, the two swords embedded together underwent subtle deformation, making a unique moan in the air as metal was stressed.

Pain came from my heart.

Miranda's face was slightly distorted.

As long as the tip of the sword penetrates another inch, it will reach the blood tank.

The female swordsman gritted her teeth, held her breath, and tried hard to eliminate the dual effects of severe physical pain and psychological worries.

Listening to the enemy's rhythm, feeling the enemy's beat, she forced herself to enter the state.

The first sword was suppressed at an absolute disadvantage - she had to find an opportunity to turn defeat into victory.

Miranda resisted the enemy's sword tightly, opened her eyes wide, and observed the stationary enemy in the sunset.
To be continued...