The Strongest Little Devil: Master, Come to Fight!

"Yuan, you are awesome!" Luo Xiaoman couldn't think that Mo Yuan was so caring, so he ran with her directly, saving time and effort, and couldn't help but praise.

Mo Yuan's eyes trembled slightly after she was so boastful, and his face flushed slightly.

He purely wanted Luo Xiaoman to be less tired and warmer.

At the foot of Bailuo Mountain and above the mountainside, there are completely two worlds.

You just saw the green lush, here is already white snow, thousands of miles of snow, and there is a cold wind, which makes people feel so cold to doubt life.

Luo Xiaoman shuddered, curled up in Mo Yuan's arms like a kitten.

"Is it cold?" Mo Yuan looked at Luo Xiaoman tenderly, even though he was indifferent to others, but to the little man in his arms, he was so warm as to melt the white snow.

He tightened Luo Xiaoman in his arms, and the vitality in his body turned to warm him.

"This Bailuo Mountain is really extreme." Luo Xiaoman warmed up a lot, then frowned, and said dejectedly: "It was just as warm as spring, but now it is as cold as winter, even with these warm clothes."

As she said, she squinted her eyes and scanned the surroundings.

"Yuan, go over there." Luo Xiaoman pointed to a narrow path in front of him. Although both sides were surrounded by snow, he still couldn't hide from her eyes.

With a move of Mo Yuan's figure, he leaped several times and came to a narrow path.

Looking at this narrow path extending upward, it should be the only way to the top of the mountain.

"Be careful."

"Ok."

Mo Yuan walked step by step, keeping his eyes on the surrounding situation.

From the moment he stepped into Bailuo Mountain, he felt several pairs of eyes staring at him, as if a wild beast was observing his prey.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a roar exploded, and a white figure flew out from the side.

Mo Yuan's eyes sank, his waist twisted, and he was about to raise his hand to draw a sword, only to find that he was holding Luo Xiaoman. If he pulled the sword forcibly, Luo Xiaoman would definitely fall to the ground.

He frowned and avoided the white figure sideways.

A cold wind swept past, moving his ponytail, bringing out a few broken hairs.

"It's diphtheria!" Luo Xiaoman saw the white figure on the ground clearly, frowning, "A second-level monster, known for its sharp claws."

Mo Yuan nodded, staring at this diphtheria.

"Wait." Luo Xiaoman raised his eyebrows and said solemnly: "These little beasts have always been gregarious beasts... Yuan, run quickly."

Mo Yuan's mind trembled, and he rushed to the top without hesitation.

At the moment of his action, countless white figures flew out, and Mo Yuan just rushed out of the circle of diphtheria.

If Luo Xiaoman hadn't discovered it in time, they would have been surrounded.

For a while, Mo Yuan took Luo Xiaoman and ran wildly on this icy world, with more than a dozen diphtheria behind, chasing them.

Luo Xiaoman looked back at these diphtheria, dark in his heart, this is no way to continue.

The higher the Bailuo Mountain, the more potential dangers they have. They must find a way to get rid of these diphtheria, otherwise they will only provoke other big guys.

"Ooooooooo!"

There was a burst of explosions.

Luo Xiaoman sighed, and a sense of crisis in his heart instantly emerged.

Immediately afterwards, there was a shock in front of him, and the snow on both sides slipped down one after another, blocking their way.

Mo Yuan's eyes condensed and he kept Luo Xiaoman's backhand behind him and let out a low cry. "Master, hold on firmly."

"Okay." Luo Xiaoman nodded and grasped Mo Yuan's shoulder tightly, a trace of trust in his eyes.

Mo Yuan's hand held the sword hilt, and a cold light flickered, and the road blocked by Bai Xue instantly exploded a gap.