Ruan Ling rubbed her hands and said, "It's getting colder and colder. Why is Zihuangjun even colder than me?"

Pu Zihuang smiled and said, "My mother is a white peacock and lives in the cold, so I am still quite cold-resistant. If you are cold, I will prepare clothes for you."

He took out a white furry cloak.

Ruan Ling felt the chill was biting, and she didn't hesitate to take it and put it on, wrapping it tightly, then she felt warmer.

"It's already so cold as soon as I get close to Zhongshan. Wouldn't you freeze to death when you go inside?" Ruan Ling hesitated when she remembered what the King said.

The Pope also came here, so he set out first, probably already on the mountain.

If he knew that he had come here, would he be angry?

Thinking of this, Ruan Ling said to Pu Zihuang: "Let's go back. Although the scenery of Zhongshan is beautiful, it is not something that ordinary people can enjoy."

"I've come here, take a look before leaving." Pu Zihuang said with a smile, "You are also a earth immortal after all. This coldness won't scare you away."

At this time, the flying beast was already very close to Zhongshan.

Only then did Ruan Ling see clearly that Zhongshan was covered with thick ice and white snow everywhere, and it was still snowing on the mountain, looking like it was constantly going all year round.

No wonder it looks like a pure white mountain from a distance, so that's it.

Ruan Ling finally knew why it was so cold here.

"The flying beast can't move forward anymore, let's jump down." Pu Zihuang put away the protective cover.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew over her face, rolling up snowflakes like goose feathers and hitting them on their faces.

Ruan Ling sneezes, quickly covered the hood of the cloak on her head, and tied the cloak tightly.

Her cheeks were red with cold, her nose was red, and her long eyelashes fell with snow, making her look brighter and white, and her skin looked as white as snow.

Pu Zihuang looked at her and smiled and said, "You are wearing this dress, and you look like a snowman on the mountain."

Ruan Ling wrapped her cloak, rubbed her hands, exhaled white breath from her mouth, and said loudly: "You still want to laugh, this is too cold! Okay, I've finished seeing the scenery here. Go quickly, go quickly!"

She stepped on the thick snow and slid off the ice layer step by step.

Pu Zihuang smiled and said, "This is not a real destination. Don't you want to see the real beauty?"

"This is not the destination yet? Where is it?"

Pu Zihuang pointed casually, "There is the top of Zhongshan."

Ruan Ling looked in the direction he pointed.

It is the highest mountain in the continuous mountains.

It towers into the clouds, and you can't see it at first sight.

Just looking at it makes people feel their own insignificance.

Although Ruan Ling was not very interested in the so-called beautiful scenery, she thought that the Pope was there at this moment, and she also felt a little expectant in her heart, thinking about finding him and seeing what he was doing.

"Let's go." Pu Zihuang said, "But I have to tell you in advance. The top of Zhongshan is much colder than here. You have to be prepared."

Ruan Ling exhaled a breath and said, "I'll go up and take a look."

Pu Zihuang smiled and jumped upwards.

Ruan Ling also made a trick to use the cloud-ranging technique, followed behind him, and headed towards the top of Zhongshan.

The top of Zhongshan is very high and far away, and the more online it is, the colder it is.

Later, Ruan Ling almost felt that all the blood in her body was frozen.

Seeing that she couldn't hold on, Pu Zihuang held her and flew upwards for a while.
Chapter completed!