The Fox Comes from Outer World

Qing Ling was obviously stunned for a moment before asking, "You are actually... King of the White World? "

"White World was originally my territory, but three hundred years ago, it was taken over by the demons …"

Tsui Ling turned to look at me with a reproachful look in her eyes, as if asking why I hadn't told him the news earlier. I waved my hand, feeling helpless. Bro, you didn't even want to talk to us on the way here. How could we possibly have a chance to tell you about this?

Qing Ling then said with a cold face, "You are the king of the White Realm? I've never heard of it. I have also stayed here for more than three hundred years, but why have I not seen you before? "

Shaodi's face turned pale as she averted her gaze, refusing to look at him. After a long silence, he said, "You have never met me, but I have. For the past three hundred years, have you basically gone to look for the Demon King once every three months? But every time, he would come back empty-handed, right? If the mark you made was correct, with your ability, how could you be trapped here for three hundred years without being able to leave? Have you thought about the reason for this? "

Qing Ling remained silent for a while, but didn't reply. "It's precisely because you don't understand that the main hall of the maze will move according to your master's wishes, so you've been unable to find the final location of the main hall! So, every single time, you would stop at the last moment and not be able to leave, right? "

Qing Ling remained silent and did not reply. However, I could already see his reply from his expression this time. What Young Supreme said shouldn't be wrong, because Qing Ling's gaze had become even more gloomy, as if something had been stuck in his chest, ready to explode at any moment.

After being trapped here for over three hundred years, he had desperately endured every single time until the last moment. However, every time he would return with a halberd strike over the last thirty miles, this sort of defeat and pain wasn't something that everyone would experience. When I thought of this, my heart tightened and I started to worry about Young Master Di.

That fellow. Due to being suppressed by Qing Ling's aura, his tone had become somewhat sharp. The mockery in his words was too obvious. I was really afraid that Qing Ling would hurt him in a fit of anger.

Subconsciously, I moved forward a bit, wanting to hide Young Master Di behind me. Unexpectedly, this time, the kid stuck out his chest and refused to retreat, much less hide behind me.

Men, fighting for breath is like a child's willfulness, and children, fighting for breath can become like a man.

I had no choice but to laugh, feeling extremely nervous.

Qing Ling's sword kept stabbing at the back of Young Master Di's throat. With just a slight movement, his life would be taken.

In the end, Qing Ling kept her sword. "You said you are the king of the White Realm. What evidence do you have?"

"The blizzard is the proof."

"What do you mean?"

Young Di: "From the moment I left the tower, a snowstorm started, and it never stopped. It's getting bigger and bigger. Don't you think that's strange? Actually, that's because of me. I am the king of the white realm, and have the ability to control snow and ice. Although my ability has not recovered yet, the people of the ice and snow have already felt my presence. Blizzard is the symbol of the King of White World. Everywhere the King's Mark goes, the ground will be covered with snow.

Qing Ling was slightly moved. Judging from his expression, he should have heard of this before.

He didn't refute Shaodi, but frowned. "I was wondering why it was snowing so heavily. I've never seen anything like this before …" "So it was your doing!"

Although it was still a disdainful tone, his attitude had eased up a bit.

I was secretly happy. Seems like Shaodi was about to convince Qing Ling. Therefore, he quickly struck the iron while it was still hot. "Young Master Di!" Since you are the King of White World, you should be very familiar with the road here, right? Why didn't you say anything along the way? It makes me worry for nothing, and I'm afraid of getting lost! "

Shadowgale was embarrassed. "I didn't say anything earlier because he pointed the right way."

The other reason is because you're afraid of Qing Ling, right?

I didn't poke holes in that. "So, how are we going to get there?"

"Today's blizzard is headed towards the east. I think that the Demon Lord should have moved the main hall to the east and the ice lake that was originally located in the east to the north. We'll head east. There shouldn't be any mistakes. "

"Then let's head east!" I suggest.

Qing Ling finally withdrew his sword. With a cold snort, he strode into the snowstorm.

He was heading in the direction of the East.

Following the finger of the blizzard, the closer they got to the east, the more snow fell. In the end, the cold wind whistled, and hail the size of a ping pong ball rained down from above, almost turning everyone's heads into pigs! Fortunately, Qing Ling was leading the way. Since we were already getting closer to the Infernal King, he didn't dare to use any spells. Instead, he used his martial arts to continuously wave the longsword in his hand, creating bursts of sword wind.

With his help, we were able to go on.

I held on to Shaodi's hand the whole way, feeling my way forward. The wind was so strong that I couldn't even open my eyes. I could only squint slightly to determine the direction to go. At this moment, however, Shaodi was much stronger than I was. He was worthy of being called the king of the white realm. The more he reached the center of the blizzard, the more spirited he seemed. The baptism of the blizzard seemed to have infused him with the light of life. When I squinted my eyes and tried to pinpoint his position, I could always see his tall and straight figure, firm steps, proud back, long robes fluttering like snow in the wind, and his head of silver hair dancing in the wind like a devil from the ninth heaven.

What a beautiful young man in the snow! I admire it in my heart.

However, it seemed that travelling was more important than appreciating beauties, so I shifted my gaze to Qingling.

Qing Ling walked at the front without turning back. But I knew he cared about me, because he was never more than five steps away from me. The sword danced wildly in his hand, forming a circular ring of light. The ring of light was so fierce that the hail and everything else was isolated from it. Fortunately, we were all under his protection, so we didn't suffer any damage from the blizzard. His black hair danced wildly in the wind, his firm back like a god, giving people a sense of security.

When I thought of this, I suddenly felt a warmth in my heart. Somehow, my ears had turned red.

When he realized this, he wondered why Qing Ling was so excited and could not control himself when he saw that I, Bai Jue, had always enjoyed admiring and teasing beauties. Hm, it's a little strange.

Just as he was thinking about it, a small voice suddenly sounded in his ears, "You like him?"

"En!" "Hmm?!" I turned my head in surprise and saw that it was Young Di speaking to me. This fellow, who was walking in front of me just a moment ago, had suddenly retreated to my side. He had an ambiguous expression as he whispered questions into my ear.

"Brat, what nonsense are you talking about!" Now that her thoughts have been seen through, even the deities would blush, let alone me!