"hiss....."

A hollow horse neighed.

In the imprint of the horse's head on the back of An Wen's hand, a massive amount of frost and fog flew out and gathered on the ice lake 10 feet away in front of him. A giant bone horse with four hooves stepping on white ice flames gradually took shape in the pile of frost and fog.

Ha! This ice flame battle horse is quite gorgeous to appear.

An Wen took a few steps and looked around the standing ice flame war horse, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

This ice flame battle horse is at least 9 feet tall from the spiral sharp corner above his head. It is only the distance between the horse and the distance between the ice surface and the tail is more than 10 feet long. When standing still on the ice surface, it looks like a wall of bones.

The horse covered with bone spurs was covered with a layer of gray leather horse armor. The bone saddle grew directly from the horse, with an unknown layer of soft fur on it, and a circle of jade-colored bone beads highlighted on the saddle bridge saddle.

The stirrups are also bone-like. The long ropes connected to the saddle are twisted with gray long hairs of invisible material. The reins tied to the saddle pile head are wrapped around white ice flames, which look like light cast long ropes.

The ice flame battle horse was surrounded by hazy flames, combined with the frost burning of the four hooves, the reins of the horse's rays, and the blue soul flame swaying in the horse's geese, the visual effect was simply perfect.

The more An Wen looked at it, the more he liked it. After he turned around the Ice Flame Battle Horse for a few times, he could no longer help it. He reached out and hung the long knife on the horse armor's weapon hook, then stepped into the stirrup, grabbed the saddle bridge and the tail of the saddle bridge with both hands, and turned over directly.

Ah? This feeling?

The moment she sat on the bone saddle, An Wen seemed to have controlled an extra body. This feeling was very wonderful and difficult to describe in words. Originally, An Wen was a little worried that his riding skills would not be enough to control this ice flame battle horse, but now everything is no longer a problem.

Even if he doesn't know how to ride at all, he can rely on his instinct to control the ice flame battle horse.

An Wen controlled the Ice Flame Fighting Horse with curiosity, neighed and raised his hooves on the ice lake, shook his head and tail for a while, then reached out to untied the reins on the saddle stake and pulled it hard.

The ice flame battle horse jumped up its front hooves, let out a long hiss, and then broke into the fog like the wind, galloping away on the ice lake.

An Wen excitedly drove the ice flame battle horse and ran for a distance on the flat ice lake. He ran away three ice edges along the way. A group of first-level deteriorated flesh and blood were formed, and more than a dozen dead bones of second-level ice. The spreading fear aura also scared away many first-level and second-level monsters.

Although not too much fun, Anwen tightened the reins, controlled the ice flame battle horse to fill its speed, and stopped on the ice surface.

It was very pleasant to ride a horse, but unfortunately the biggest problem was that the fog in the world on the second floor was too thick, and An Wen's vision was almost nowhere near. Even if he had mental perception assistance, what could the 30-foot range do? Before he could react, the Ice Flame Battle Horse crossed over with a "whirlwind".

This is like riding a horse with your eyes closed and bumping around. It seems that before you can get the powerful potion or strange thing that can see through the fog, you will not be able to run wildly in the world.

An Wen turned his head with some regret and looked at the gray and white fog shrouded around him.

Forget it! Let’s go back to the first floor to patrol. At least in the first floor of the city, you can still run wildly.

After making up his mind, An Wen's spirit extended, hooked up the lantern fireworks, and his whole body, together with the ice flame fighting horse under his butt, turned into a stream of light and swayed up.

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At 6 o'clock in the morning, there were still few people on Linhuchang Street, covered with snow. Most of the shops on the street were closed. There were only a few bakeries that operated breakfast, and opened the door to prepare for business.

If it were a week ago, Linhu Chang Street was already crowded with people, whether it was a bakery or a tavern for ordinary people, grocery stores, alchemy pharmacies, and creator shops, all of which were crowded and lively. It would never be like the half-dead person now.

But who can I blame this? The culprit has fallen below 25th floor. Can you argue with her?

An Wen rode on the Ice Flame Battle Horse, put away the morning dew given by the rules, and sighed at the sparsely crowded Linhu Street.

I usually feel annoyed when I see those drunkards tilted around on this street, but now I miss them a little. What a pity! The Ice Blood Banshee's throat almost caught all the drunkards in District 98 with her voice. I am afraid that no one would dare to gather in the tavern to drink all night before people completely forget her.

Thinking of the ice-blooded banshee, Lephne Roll, Anwen reached out to take out half of her head from her windbreaker pocket and put it in front of her to observe carefully.

How to deal with this head?

When I was in the second floor world, I just picked it up and the hero mission was automatically submitted. After that, An Wen was attracted by the talented characteristics and the Ice Flame Battle Horse, so he simply forgot about this head. Now that I think about it, I don’t know what to do for a while.

According to the general practice, buy a cemetery and put the head in a box and put it in the soil to make it safe?

Intuition tells An Wen that this approach is the stupidest, no doubt about it.

Then put it away as a collection? Is this practice a little more abnormal?

Although the "ice-blooded banshee, Refne Roll," killed more than 300,000 people with a roar, causing the business of the coffin shop in Jinghu City to explode, and almost every family holds funerals. This behavior is indeed hated, but Anwen's relatives did not even lose a single hair in this chaos, and he really couldn't hate it.

Intuitively, An Wen reminded him that this approach is only a little better than burying it, and it is not the best way to deal with it.

This is a bit difficult. It cannot be buried or hidden. What should I do?

An Wen looked at the skull in his hand with some confusion. After thinking for a while, he simply closed his eyes, focused his attention to the bottom of his mind, and began to deeply interpret the messy information that he felt intuition.

After a brief quiet, An Wen suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the half of the skull in his hand.

There seems to be something closely related to him hidden in this luminous half-head. According to the interpreted intuitive information, in the near future, he will gain the most important gain in his life from this luminous head, and this gain is also indispensable to the future An family.

When this intuition comes from the depths of the soul, it has a very strong sense of existence. It will definitely not be An Wen’s interpretation error or illusion. This is very interesting. What is the gain? There is such a strong intuition premonition.

An Wen flipped the skull in his hand and looked up and down again. Apart from the fact that it would shine, he didn't see anything special.
Chapter completed!