Fengwu Jiangshan: The hot wolf princess is too evil

She went out with her sword in hand, and the guards outside heard the sound and ran in quickly. There was no place to hide around. Wei Ning stepped on the wall, using both hands and feet, and supported between the two walls above, waiting for the guards to run in. , just jumped down and went out quickly.

After the long tunnel, the wind and snow came head-on, and the glaring white made it hard for her to adapt, and her eyes narrowed.

The cold wind is fierce, and there is wild snow everywhere.

It turned out that the place where she was imprisoned was at the peak of Danxun Mountain, a dungeon two miles away from the temple.

Built in the ice, standing on the edge of the cliff, there is only a narrow passage built on the mountain, about half a meter wide and hundreds of meters long, like a tiny snake clinging to the mountainside.

The cold wind is howling, and the wild wind will blow away the stones on the ground at any time. If you walk on that mountain path without the protection of spiritual power, you will soon be swept under the cliff by the cruel cold wind.

Wei Ning took a deep breath and stood on the edge of the mountain path. She had no choice. If she didn't leave, she would go back to the dungeon.

She was imprisoned for three years. This is the first time she has escaped, and she will never go back.

This time, bet on your life!

She is willing to be a gambler all her life!

There were footsteps coming from behind, those people were chasing them out, Wei Ning didn't hesitate anymore, and immediately walked up the mountain road.

She moved quickly, walking more than ten meters at once. When the gust of wind was blowing, she dodged with her sword, fixed herself, avoided a gust of wind, and then immediately continued to move forward.

Halfway through the entire mountain path, she was so cold that her hands lost consciousness, but the sword melted together with the ice, snow and sweat, and then it was frozen, and it was firmly stuck to her hand, and she might not be able to hold it.

After walking forward for more than ten meters, a gust of wind blew suddenly, her feet slipped, and she slipped down the mountain path accidentally. At the very moment, the sword in her hand plunged into the hard ice and snow, barely stopping her fall. trend.

The cold wind blew on her body and cheeks like steel needles, and she felt that her skin was about to split open.

Panting heavily, she closed her eyes for a moment, gave a low drink, and raised her other hand upwards, grabbing the edge of the mountain road.

Ling Kong's feet stepped on the mountain wall, and he was about to climb up.

But at this moment, a foot suddenly stepped on her hand mercilessly, crushing it hard.

The wind is blowing, the ice and snow are blinding the eyes, and the ice and snow all over the world are swaying.

Too cold to feel pain, but she could feel despair.

Despair doesn't hurt, but it makes you weak.

Wei Ning tried her best to raise her head, and her eyes reflected a glistening red hem, which was undeniably alluring, and looking up, the man with drooping eyes had a beautiful face that was unmatched by anything in the world, bewitching and bewitching.

"If I knew you wanted to die so much, I wouldn't waste so much time imprisoning you." Yan's voice was still clearly heard in her ears amidst the howling wind, with a very gorgeous timbre.

"Then why did you lock me up for so long?" Wei Ning gritted her teeth, her lips cracked, but it didn't hurt.

"It's just a pity." Yan lowered his eyes, like a god overlooking all living beings, "Do you think I won't kill you?"

Weining took a deep breath, the wind dried all the water in her body, she swallowed hard, "Then do you think I'm afraid of death?"

"Hmph, interesting, rebellious, like my Yue'er, but unfortunately, you were born in the wrong era."