Xicheng Style has never seen heavy snow in the goose feathers before, but he has seen it today.

Thick snow fell from the sky, endless moisture and ice fog mixed together.

The wet dark gray-green stone walls spread down, making it impossible to see clearly what was going on at the bottom of the valley.

Some rock walls are covered with shiny and slender ice cones, making people feel chilled at a glance.

The dilapidated buildings in the distance are shaking.

This kind of weather and such a scenery give people the only feeling of being cold.

As cold as the heart!

In fact, it is indeed very cold. You can tell by looking at the appearance of the White Murak Godzi curling his shoulders.

Of course...it's not just cold.

besides--

"Shi, Shijun! It's so tall! But it's okay, I'm not afraid!"

The God Son of Baiwu said seriously.

"...I know you're not afraid... But Bai Wu, can you stop hugging me?"

Xicheng style said calmly.

"No, no! If you fall down, you will definitely die!"

Upon hearing this, the son of Baiwu shook his head desperately, and even held Xicheng Shi to death and refused to let go. He was so scared that his voice was deformed.

Feeling her greater force, Xichengshi couldn't help but glance at Baiwu Godson.

Aren't you afraid?

But it's not her fault.

Xicheng style went to the glass plank road in Zhangjiajie, China in his previous life. He saw a big man trembling with fear. Because he was scared, he could only be dragged on the ground by his friend.

She can barely keep up, which is already rare.

but--

“It’s a bit slow.”

Xicheng style frowned.

Walking down from this rock wall is the Valley of Mist Hidden.

Only by reaching the Valley of Mist Hidden can you find an opportunity to go to Mist Peak.

But according to the current progress, it is estimated that it will only take two-thirds of the journey until the sky is completely dark.

It's too slow to walk like this.

Thinking of this, Xicheng Style took out a safety rope from the debris bag.

He threw the other end to the son of Baiwu and then spoke:

"I'll carry you down, so you won't have to worry. If you tie it with this rope, nothing will happen."

After hearing this, Bai Wu Shenzi didn't say anything, and he jumped onto Xicheng-style back, and his other hand quickly tied a knot in the safety rope.

After doing all this, she finally felt a little safe.

Sure enough, Shijun is still very reliable when it comes to this critical moment.

This way, you won't be afraid anymore.

The son of Baiwu nodded with satisfaction.

Then--

Her expression became stiff.

because...

The Xicheng Style actually ran like an enclave on the rock wall path that was only thirty to forty centimeters.

Yes!

It was already terrifying to just move forward slowly. Such a move that didn't even want to live and rushed forward directly made the shocked and frightened voice of the God of White Mist resound throughout the Misty Hidden Valley.

The perspective floats up and down, the sky turns dizzy, and the sound of wind is whistling in my ears.

The terrifying height kept squeezing the little heart of the White Mist Godson. She was so scared that she couldn't even make a sound, so she had to shrink her Xicheng-style shoulders and tremble wildly.

Please let me go!

If I had known this, it would have been better to leave by myself!

Um?

Xichengshi noticed the trembling of the White Mist God Son and felt a little confused.

Isn’t it just carrying you on your back? As for being so happy that your hands and feet are shaking?

How big a thing?

and...

It is not good to keep carrying the White Mist God Son on his back.

After all, there must be some distance between men and women.

"Forget it, hurry up."

Xicheng style muttered to himself.

I kept letting the Godzi Baiwu lie on her, I think she would mind if she came here?

"ah?!"

When the God of White Murm opened his mouth wide when he heard this.

Then she saw the Xicheng style jumping down towards the small stone platform under the rock wall!

This height is visually 6 meters long, and if you jump, you will fall to the bottom directly! It is simply challenging her heart limit.

Especially at the moment of falling, Xicheng-style's body staggered forward two steps, and almost fell to the bottom of the valley a little bit.

At that moment, Bai Wu Shenzi had a shortage of oxygen in his brain for a moment, and he felt that his heart was about to stop.

"Sorry, I'm using a little harder."

Xicheng style apologized without looking back.

Because he was carrying the White Mist God Son, the center of gravity was a bit difficult to control.

"Uh...hohohoho..."

The rosy rosy on the face of the White Mist God Son had faded away.

She was sweating profusely, and her beautiful and cute face looked at Xicheng style in horror.

She is really about to cry!

"Shi, Shijun...please let me down..."

Before this sentence could be done, Xicheng Style rushed forward directly.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Between the quiet cliffs.

Occasionally, a few heavy objects fell to the ground, and the girl's weak whimpering and moaning...

......

“That’s fine.”

Xicheng style stood firm and raised its head at the same time.

This is a valley intersected by rock walls.

Reeds with white hair scattered wool grow everywhere, and the dark grey rock walls are slippery.

Because of taking care of the emotions of the White Mist God Son, Xicheng Style did not waste a single minute of time and directly took several shortcuts.

Using the fog of the coffin to form a solid rope, it descends from the rock wall about twenty meters.

Then he climbed down the vines and jumped down, stepped on the cedars growing in the cracks in the rock walls, and climbed down with his bare hands from the rock layers that spread down.

This is very efficient.

It only took half an hour to enter the Valley of Mist Hidden.

And it also takes into account the mood of the God Son of Baiwu... It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone.

But it's still a bit strange.

The White Mist God Son was soft and I don’t know what was wrong.

Looking back at the Xicheng style.
To be continued...