Domineering: The President is not a human being

Chapter 647 Long-lost freedom!
His feelings for her are too deep, just like this forest of death, I'm afraid he won't be able to get out of it in this life.

Leng Xianchen closed his eyes, the aroma of peach blossoms lingered in his nose, the peach blossom forest was very quiet, if he listened attentively, he could even hear the sound of petals falling to the ground.

He imagined the scene when Xiaohu lived here: she was dressed in pink, delicate and elegant, she slightly lifted her skirt and shuttled among the flying petals, as if she had melted into the petals, and she couldn't tell if she was a human being for a while. It's flowers.

The strange thing is that although he has never seen it with his own eyes, he feels like he is actually there when he thinks of such a scene.

This place is called the forest of death, but he didn't feel the slightest breath of death, but got a unique kind of tranquility, a kind of tranquility that he had never felt in the Six Realms.

It was as if his mind had been purified by snow water, and at the same time he seemed to really smell the ice and snow. ． ． ． ． ．

Leng Xianchen slowly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and now he was sure that the smell of ice and snow was not an illusion, and the wind did indeed carry the chill of fresh ice and snow.

The only thing he can be sure of now is that there is ice and snow nearby.

He stood up straight and continued to walk forward following the smell.

I don't know how long I walked, the sunset gradually dyed the sky red, against the pink peach forest, like a dream.

But Leng Xianchen had no time to appreciate it, his intuition told him that the source of ice and snow was the exit of Taolin.

The further you go in, the fresher the smell of ice and snow. At this time, the night is falling a little bit, as if a huge black curtain covers the boundless pink.

Leng Xianchen transformed into a lighting talisman, holding the talisman on his way without stopping.

He didn't stop there, just walked all night, until the dawn broke in the sky, and he finally saw the snow-capped mountains in the distance, each of which was almost towering into the clouds.

Only then did he realize that the peach blossom forest around him had also changed. There were upside-down icicles on the peach blossom trees, and the pink petals were tightly wrapped by ice crystals, shining crystal light in the morning light.

The petals here stopped flying, and were frozen in mid-air to form a delicately carved ice sculpture. Unlike ordinary ice sculptures, this petal ice sculpture was suspended without any attachments.

Leng Xianchen walked over cautiously, as if he was afraid of destroying these works created by nature.

After careful inspection, he felt that everything here was frozen in an instant, which meant that there was no ice or snow here.

So how did this place become a frozen world in such a short period of time?

The answer may lie close to the snow-capped mountains.

Leng Xianchen looked up at the snow-capped mountains in the distance. According to the distance, he should be able to walk to the foot of the snow-capped mountain closest to Peach Blossom Forest in two or three hours.

He didn't stop any longer, and quickened his pace towards the snow-capped mountains.
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On this side, Su Xiaoxiao and Qiu Yichen were washed out of the Lingyun Glacier by the airflow of the explosion, and rolled down to the foot of the glacier.

Fortunately, the snow was thick enough, and with Qiu Yichen protecting her with his own body, Su Xiaoxiao only suffered a little skin trauma.

Xue Cang was not so lucky, the posture of falling out was a bit funny, and he fell headfirst into the snow, unable to pull his head out for a long time.

Most of his body was buried in the snow, leaving only two legs kicking around.

"Puchi—" Su Xiaoxiao couldn't hold back, and laughed unkindly.

After making sure that Su Xiaoxiao was fine, Qiu Yichen walked over with a suppressed smile and helped Xue Cang out of the snow.

"It finally came out." Xue Cang sat on the ground, gasping for breath, the white beard on his face disappeared at some point, although he still had white eyebrows and white eyes, he looked like a young man in his 20s. ． ． ． ． ．

(End of this chapter)