Great Creator

After a few people left, Huang Si discussed the development of the Three Realms with Mishui and Final Voice, as well as the production of artifacts.

Mo Xia just listened quietly to the side.

After discussing clearly with Huang Si, the original anxiety of the final note has indeed been greatly relieved.

So, at noon, the final note left, ready to go back to the Demon Realm.

Huang Si and Millet sent her out.

Before leaving, the final tone smiled at Mishui:

"By the way, Millet, you seem to pretend that you have forgotten a very important thing!"

Millet played stupid: "Ah? I don't remember what happened."

"Now that we have seen the Father God, should you call my Master Master? According to our previous agreement?"

Huang Si: "There is still such an agreement?"

"That, Father God, don't be angry, we made a bet before..."

After listening to the explanation, Huang Si also sneered at Mi Shui: "I'm so courageous, you dare to bet against me. Come on, I hope you lose, Mi Shui!"

Millets grievedly said to the final note: "Lord, Master Master."

Huang Si: "Wait a minute, your name is the same as that of my family, you should say to the final note: Are you my Master?"

Millet cried without tears, and had to say honestly: "You, are you my Master?"

The final voice's smile was full of malice: "It's me."

Huang Si fanned the flames on the sidelines: "Come on, call the Dog Xiu Jinsama again."

Millet said with tears: "The dog repairs the Golden Sama."

The final note was finally satisfied, said goodbye to them, and went back to the Demon Realm.

Only Millet sighed and sold himself out for a hundred years.

In the afternoon.

The sky in Lihe City was always heavy, and at one o'clock in the afternoon, small snowflakes began to float in the sky.

It was only a little bit at the beginning, and slowly got bigger.

There was very little snow in early winter, and it was only a thin layer on the ground for a while.

Millet got a shovel from nowhere, and wanted to make a snowman.

The snow on the ground was not thick yet, she shoveled for a long time, and all that was shoveled out was dirty snow.

Millet pestle the shovel, and shouted into the house: "Father God! Come on artificial snow, I want to make a snowman!"

Huang Si said unhappily, "Do you regard me as a god? If it snows, it will snow?"

"Anyway, Dad knows everything. It will snow soon, okay!"

In fact, if it is normal, even in summer, Huang Si can make June snow fall with a single thought, but his soul cannot be separated now.

Forget it, let Xiao Ke do it.

Anyway, the land boundary does have some weather control methods, just let the plane fly over to do it.

Xiao Ke responded quickly and dispatched related equipment for artificial snowfall.

After a few hours passed, the snow fell and heavier.

From the scattered snow foam at the beginning, to the complete large snowflakes, snow flakes, and snow particles.

In a short while, the wind swept the snow all over the entire Lihe City.

Huang Si has been looking at the display on the smartwatch, and not long after that, he said: "It's okay, there is no need for artificial snowfall. I let the plane go back."

Millet had already played with snow outside, and said with a smile: "There is already a lot of snow, so I really don't need it!"

Huang Si opened the door and looked at the courtyard and Lihe City outside the courtyard.

It's so beautiful.

The city was covered in silver, completely different from yesterday's appearance. The tall buildings with pointed roofs, the low bungalows, the big trees, the grass, and the streets are covered with a layer of white quilt, reflecting the bright colors between the sky and the earth, the jade tree with its vigorous branches, crystal clear and white, looking at it. It's like a fairyland.

Millet was busy in the yard with a shovel.

After a while, Lu Cuo returned with the three students. It snowed heavily. Although they had some skills to protect them, it was still cold after all. Xue followed the wind and drilled straight into his neck. He needed to come back and put on warmer clothes. .

Huang Si spread his hands: "I didn't prepare winter clothes. You can go shopping on the street."

When he said that, he took the gold bullion to Guan Meng.

Guan Meng picked up the gold bar, thinking that although this person hates his mouth and smells, he is generous in terms of money.

Millet has been busy in the yard for a long time, now he put down his shovel and greeted them:

"Come and see, my snowman!"

Lin Zhuo and Sang Xiu had already ran over to look curiously, Guan Meng couldn't help but looked there curiously.

I saw a big snowman piled up in the yard, with a round head, a bloated body, a nose made of carrots, a mouth made of peppers, eyebrows made of branches, and a big brown hat on his head.

Upon closer inspection, the brown hat is actually a pot cover.

"You took away the lid of the pot under Mo, how does he cook?" Huang Si asked.

"Father make him another one!"

"It's beautiful. Now, you go out with Guan Meng and buy a new lid. This one is already dirty."

The two little children were jumping around the snowman. They had never seen such a big snowman, and they found it very strange.

After the snow stopped, Guan Meng went out with Lin Zhuosang Xiushui.

Lu Cuo stayed at home.

Guan Meng looked at these three people who were a little noisy, and suddenly realized that he had become an old mother with children?

No!

Guan Meng refused!

She is only eighteen years old.

She had suffered so much, suffered so much sin, and became a saint of the Demon Sect, but it wasn't because she came here to be an old mother!

Guan Meng is desperate.

But before she had time to turn her despair into the courage to jump off the bridge, she was dragged away by three children-two real children and a big and disrespectful fellow.

Guan Meng's heart cried out: This is not right, who will save me?

Who will save the Demon Sect?

Who will save this unsaved world?

...

"Damn it! This thief!"

Song Hong hit the tree in a circle, the trunk shattered and the wood chips splashed everywhere, but he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Opposite, he seemed to be playing with him. First, he left a message for him to go to the wind pavilion, and when he arrived at the wind pavilion, he saw a new message. Several locations have been going around in circles, it seems that he is deliberately draining his energy.

Even the well-known Juggernaut, after tracking this all night, he was a little bit overwhelmed.

However, since the opposite party intends to lead him over, it is impossible to go around in circles like this all the time.

Now he has come to the outskirts of Lihe City.

If what he expected is not bad, he has gradually taken away where Xiao Qiu's people want him to go.

Because it's far away, someone has been spying.

He is an innate pinnacle master, and he feels extremely keen, especially with regard to Qi and vision.

But those people were also very cautious, and as soon as he approached, they disappeared in all directions.

The distance is too far to catch up.

Song Hong roughly estimated the location of those people's retreat, and it was indeed near the suggested location.

It looks like it's almost here.

Snow slowly floated in the sky.

Song Hong looked at the sky, it was heavy and windy, but not too big.

It's not December, even if there is snow, it won't be too much.

He moved on.

But what was different from what he expected was that the snow grew slowly.

The wind also blew, carrying snowflakes flying around, and soon, the surrounding area became a piece of white, and even the road was almost indistinguishable.

The weather is getting cold.

Song Hong was worried.

Xiao Qiu's clothes are not too thick, is she okay, has she ever been tortured by bad guys?

He stepped up, ignoring the exhaustion of internal energy, and hurried towards the next place.

After walking for a long time, a stone fortress covered with snow appeared in front of him.

It was a big stone fort, but it was covered by topography and trees. If someone deliberately left a book to lead the way~www.readwn.com~, he might not be able to find it.

On the wall of the stone fort, a figure was shaking.

It seems that this is the master.

Song Hong jumped up and stepped directly on the wall into the stone fort.

The people in the stone fort seemed to be prepared long ago, the people holding the blades fought and retreated, and the crossbowmen attacked the nearby towers one after another, seemingly ready to besieged him here.

With a long roar, Song Hong unfolded a long sword trick, only to see that no one dared to take it under this trick, and the previously neat and orderly team was suddenly smashed into an army.

"Call the master here, you wouldn't think that a sword saint can be trapped here, right?"

"Hehe, naturally you don't think so, but you probably won't forget, why did you come here?"

A voice rang in the stone fort, suddenly in front, and then moved to the back, making it difficult to distinguish where the person who made the noise was.