Overturned Tower

The dream world, the way of temperance.

Strangled is pacing.

He held a solitary lamp with uncertain brightness and darkness in his hand, and blocked his eyes with the other hand.

A nearly crazy blizzard roared, and large flakes of snow fell on his thick fur. His tiger-skin vest over his lion's fur warded off even more chill.

The blizzard was also mixed with sharp ice particles, which looked like extremely sharp ice needles under the strong wind, but it did not cause any harm to him.

This is the rule of the tardigrade.

Even if you endure the extreme cold, you must not speed up your pace.

As long as he tried to speed up, those ice needles that would have avoided him under the gust of wind would cut his skin due to the change in his movement speed.

The faster he walked, the more damage the ice would do to him. If you run at full speed, your heart will be pierced in an instant.

And if you stop in place, the deep cold you feel on the soles of your feet will become clearer. If you stop for too long, Blizzard will directly bury the person.

Under this thick layer of snow, it is no longer known how many bones were buried.

Most of them subconsciously wanted to walk two steps faster because they couldn't bear the bone-piercing cold.

But when I was cut by those ice needles, I didn't feel anything at all—the skin was exposed to this deep cold wind, and it had already been frozen and lost consciousness. Not to mention those "ices of temperance" that can relieve pain in the first place.

When they found that they had been cut all over their bodies without knowing when it started, most people had already begun to lose their physical strength due to blood loss and hypothermia due to injuries.

If you can't get out of this snow mountain before your physical strength is exhausted, you will be gradually buried by the heavy snow because your moving speed will slow down.

And once it accelerates, it will be hit again...

Don't be rash, don't be lazy.

This is the "way of temperance".

Stretch was walking slowly against the snow... In order not to leave here, every time he moved forward, Stretch would turn around and walk back the same distance.

So and so, he has been repeating for two days.

Relying on the fire of anger to warm up, he can continue to persevere like this...

Anger, vengeance, love—these intense emotions that condense into flames become flames that burn within you when they manifest in the dream world. Just like reality... Rational anger, desire for vengeance, and great love can all make people endure longer pain and torture.

Only by obtaining the restraining power of the way of temperance can the shape of anger be restrained and it can be transformed into various shapes.

When Hang Sha turned around again, he saw a young man with a dark blue ponytail and a bright smile appearing behind him at some point.

"Good evening, Godfather."

Strangling said in a low voice.

His back is always slightly hunched due to the damage of spirituality, but even so, he is over 1.9 meters tall, and with his arms thicker than the barber's thigh, he looks extremely oppressive force.

"If it weren't for your vest, it would be quite protective in this snow."

The barber looked at him and said with a joke: "Your fur color is really hard to tell here. Should I say that it's a good thing you're a lion in clothes?"

Hanging's clothes look like "fighters".

He was wearing loose trousers that bound his ankles, fluttering under the strong wind.

As for the jacket, there was only an open tiger-skin vest, and his own layer of white lion fur was used inside.

If it weren't for the trousers and vest, his own coat color could completely blend into the slow snow mountain.

"You seem to be in a good mood today?"

Looking at the barber who always had a smile on his mouth, Hanging glanced at him and walked in the right direction: "Follow me, but don't speed up... Tell me if you can't keep up with me. I will slow down.

"Yeah, I know. You said the rules when you came last time. It's only been three or four days, and I still haven't forgotten it."

The barber looked left and right at the extremely monotonous environment of the slow snow mountain, but it seemed very fresh.

He said in a brisk tone: "I think that the process of walking on this snow-capped mountain is itself a part of cultivation. It is also a hard practice of accepting pain and tempering one's mind.

"If it is true, this level of austerity may leave irreparable damage to the body.

"But in the dream world, as long as you enter the next area, all the injuries and pain you endured in the previous area will be transformed into the power of spells.

"As long as you endure the pain, you can gain the growth of your xinxing and strength, and you don't need to pay a real price—is there a better penance place than this? If you can't leave the slow snow mountain, it can only mean that they really don't have' Temperance' talent.

"But if you obviously don't have the talent for temperance, you shouldn't be able to enter the gate of temperance. Then there is only one answer...

"—That is the thief of the power of the dream world."

The barber showed a bright smile full of malice: "I don't have the fit of 'power of restraint' at all, but I followed the map of others and stepped into the door that I would not have entered, and knocked on the door with the answer copied from others. It is only natural to be sanctioned and punished by the dream world."

"You look really good today."

Without looking back, Hang Shou let out a cold voice: "Today we talk a lot."

in his cognition

Dear, this chapter is not finished, there is another page ^0^ Among them, although the barber is not taciturn, he is somewhat restrained emotionally.

But today, the barber can hardly suppress the joy and excitement...

With his character, such emotions can appear. There must be something very good about it.

"really."

The barber's mood gradually cooled down.

But Hang Kill doesn't need to look back, he knows that there must be a smile on his face.

Because the smile in those words couldn't be concealed at all: "You have no idea what I did."

"you say."

"I killed Director Camalthe."

The barber smiled brightly: "An elf director."

Hearing this, Strangling stopped immediately.

He turned around in disbelief: "What did you say?"

"Ha. Sure enough, you have to be a knowledgeable person to understand the gold content of this great cause."

The barber let out a breath of white air.

He raised his head, and said forcefully: "Just go out and spread the word~www.readwn.com~It doesn't matter.

"You can go out and spread the word-the godfather designed to kill an elf director, and he is now in a very safe situation. Even the head office has kept silent about it, and has no intention of doing anything to him. As long as it is used well, it will be our best means of publicity.”

"...This matter is of great importance, I have to verify it first."

Hang Kill was silent for a while, but still slowly shook his head: "It's really... too unbelievable.

"But you're right about one thing. If it's true, it will be our greatest help..."

Stretch turned his head back, and while walking in front of Russell, he murmured in a low voice:

"So... are elves mortal too?"

With his back to the barber, the child who had always been calm, at most full of anger, was shaken strongly for the first time—

Amazement, admiration, shock—and the fire of uncontrollable ambition slowly ignited.

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^