The monster picked up the blood medicine, took it into his mouth without hesitation, and swallowed it straight down his neck. He breathed three times, and a trace of blush appeared on his old and shriveled face, as if he was drunk after drinking alcohol. He took a deep breath and realized that his longevity was like a dry and cracked quagmire. With living water constantly pouring into it, he could sustain it for another few decades. He was relieved, bowed to Mo Lan and saluted, and said in a hoarse voice: "Little man" Born in the far north, the glacier terrain is complex and changes frequently. You have to go to the scene to see the difference. It is difficult to describe in words at the moment. I am willing to be a guide and explore the way for adults. "
Mo Lan nodded and asked for his name. He had no surname, only a nickname called "Three Tumor Jiao", but he got the name because he had three tumors on the back of his head, which were soft and hard, hairless, and about the size of a bullet. Mo Lan ordered him to prepare himself and go to General Qi's cave to wait. The monster was grateful for the kindness, full of strength, and moved much more quickly, no longer senile. The monsters who came with her saw that the blood medicine was so effective, and pushed forward. One said that he knew the way, and the other said that he knew the way, and they all boasted to her.
Mo Lan frowned and handed them all over to Canggu Mi for identification. Canggu Mi didn't dare to neglect, so he braced himself and questioned him carefully. They were all just talking without practice. Everyone who raised their faces shouted back. The far north glacier is a place of death. In the end, only the "Three Tumor Jiao" acts as a guide. He exchanges his life for blood medicine, and he doesn't know whether to lose or gain.
A few days later, Qi Ran left Fengping Valley and headed north to the Far North Glacier. At the beginning, it was still a frozen soil and ice field. The weather was beautiful and the road was not difficult to walk. There were long-haired ponies taking turns to travel, and they traveled smoothly for thousands of miles. The "Three Tumor Jiao" soon smelled a strange smell and deviated from the path. , found a mound to shelter from the wind, worked hard to dig a big pit, yelled, and dragged the ponies into the bottom of the pit one by one, head to head and shoulder to shoulder. Nose.
The wind and clouds suddenly changed, and a blizzard soon came. The sky was dark, the ground was dark, the wind and snow roared, the short horse shivered, and its long hair was frozen to pieces. Fortunately, there was a mound to protect it. If it was still in the wilderness, it would be very unlucky, and there was a high probability that it would not be able to survive. . Every half an hour, the "Three Tumor Jiao" braved the wind and snow to inspect it, rub and pat it to help the pony activate its blood vessels and prevent the skin, flesh, muscles and bones from being frozen. This was also a good thing for him. Mo Lan generously gave him the blood medicine. The "Three-Tumor Jiao" took this opportunity to refine the power of the medicine, and his body gradually returned to its former glory, secretly amazed.
The blizzard lasted for a day and a night, and the sky cleared up again. The "three-tumed dragon" was properly handled. Only one of the long-haired pony was frozen to death, and the rest was intact and slightly sluggish. "Three Tumor Jiao" washed and skinned the frozen pony, picked out the meat, cut off seven or eight pieces, and wrapped it in the horse's skin to serve as blood food. He was prepared for any trouble. The power of the medicine flowed in his body. He was full of energy and his hands and feet were nimble. Without wasting much time, we quickly embarked on our journey.
After the wind and snow, there were good days for seven or eight consecutive days. The "Three Tumor Jiao" hurried as hard as he could, traveling thousands of miles north. When he saw that the ice sheet had reached the end, there was a faint sound of waves in the distance, surging, lapping heavily against the coast, and rolling up. Thousands of piles of snow. "Three Tumor Jiao" breathed a long sigh of relief, pointed to the coast and said: "That is the Deep North Sea of Hell. It is vast and bottomless. Most of the glaciers are submerged in the sea, and less than 10% is exposed to the sea."
He looked up at the sky, seeming a little worried, and urged the long-haired pony to speed up his pace, hurrying slowly, and rushed to the seaside of Hades before dark. The waves were turbulent, the ice was undulating and colliding with each other, making clanging sounds. Mo Lan looked far and wide, but he saw the end of the sea and the sky, the night rushing towards him, and there was a faint line of pale white at the end of his field of vision, spanning thousands of miles, unmoving.
"Three Tumor Jiao" said: "The sea water is frozen to the bone, and the undercurrent is surging. We will wait until dawn to cut the ice to make a boat and cross the sea."
Since he saw the far north glacier, Qi Ran decided to spend the night at the Ming Sea and set off at dawn. "Three-Tumor Jiao" unloaded his bag, spread out the horsehide, picked up a piece of hard blood food, stuffed it into his mouth and bit off a piece, chewed the ice and blood a few times, and swallowed it hard. Although he had the blood medicine to support him, he couldn't help but feel empty in his stomach. He was so hungry that he felt panicked. Without blood and food, his legs were trembling and he couldn't stand still. He didn't understand how the two adults could not drink water for more than ten days in a row. If he doesn't eat rice, he can't do such a thing as sucking the wind and drinking the dew anyway.
The night in the far north was so long that it made people anxious. The "Three Tumor Jiao" found a corner sheltered from the wind, wrapped up in its horsehide and fell asleep. The sound of the collision of ice floes alternated between loud and soft, like a lullaby, without making any noise. Wake him up. Mo Lan held his knees with his hands and was not tired. He sat quietly for a long time. Finally, he couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked softly: "What are you looking for in the Far North Glacier?"
Qi Ran thought for a moment and said, "It's nothing more than looking for opportunities."
Mo Lan's eyes sparkled, her chin rested on her knees, she turned to look at him and said, "What kind of opportunity is this? Do I have a share?"
Qi Ran said: "If you can grab it, you will also have a share. It's just that the wren nests in the deep forest, and it's just a branch. The rats drink from the river, but it's just a full belly. You can take as much as you can, and you can take as much as you can!"
Mo Lan could discern a bit of the flavor. The opportunity was beyond her ability to bear. At least the Lord of the Abyss could take advantage of it. She was a little unwilling to accept it, and after thinking for a moment, she asked again: "This opportunity is rare, who are you going to snatch it from?"
Qi Ran said: "Right now, Haotian Beiming is trying to get his hands on it, and maybe there are others hiding and coveting it secretly, I don't know."
Mo Lan gasped. He wanted to snatch food from the mouths of the emperors of the abyss. Qi Ran was really brave, but he had the strength to naturally have the confidence. Even Fan Wei, the Lord of the West, could easily kill him and compete with Haotian Beiming. It's not impossible to fight. But who is she? Following him to the far north glacier, he was not even worthy of waving the flag and shouting... Mo Lan was a little discouraged and let out a long sigh.
Mo Lan admired the strong and was willing to devote herself to this person, but she was not like a dodder who clung to a big tree. She stayed with Qi Ran and never lost herself. If one day she can outdo him, she will abandon him without hesitation, but for now, this day seems far away.
After a moment of silence, Mo Lanhu said: "How can I help?"
Qi Ran burst out laughing, shook his head slightly and said, "The fight over laws is not normal. Don't ask for help. I'm afraid you can't even understand it, so how can you get involved."
Mo Lan frowned and said, "Then why did you bring me here?"
Qi Ran said casually: "Serve tea and water, serve personally, and have someone following you. It's okay to talk when you have time, but I don't necessarily have to call Cang Gumi or the young master Nanming!"
Canggu Mi was big and thick, with a fleshy face and a stupid look. Little Master Nanming had thin arms and legs, a mouth full of sharp teeth, and was moody. Mo Lan thought seriously for a moment and said: "There is indeed something wrong with Canggu Mi and Little Master Nanming. It would be better for me to come..."
Qi Ran laughed unconsciously, touched her face and said, "Yeah!"
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