Gao Ming walked forward with difficulty, and the biting cold wind whistled past, penetrated his already thin coat, and it cooled down his heart. The heavy snow of goose feathers drifted all over the sky hung coldly on his eyebrows, stubbornly frozen. "Why are I so unlucky every time!" Gao Ming felt so aggrieved. Last time, he was arranged by the script and became a water girl. Even his gender was changed, and he turned into a ghostly look, scaring his teammates away.

Once more excessive. After passing through the Hell Gate, he came here for no reason. It was deserted all around, as if he was in the deep mountains and forests, all the plants and trees around him were dry and withered. What was even more excessive was that all his teammates who should have been waiting for him to disappear, and the Hell Gate that had been traveling behind him also disappeared. He had to keep running forward, hoping to catch up with the "big army". If he caught up, he must ask why he left him behind!

A blurred figure could be seen faintly on the far hillside, and Gao Ming immediately became energetic, "It's them!" The rising emotions brought infinite motivation to his feet. He actually trotted and chased the figure, and rushed to the nearest place. The rising emotions were knocked back to the bottom of the valley. Then he was not his teammate, clearly an old woman with blond hair, tall nose, blue eyes, fair skin, and a Western face.

Gao Ming walked away in disappointment, but unexpectedly the old woman grabbed his wrist. She was so strong that she was definitely not as good as her age. "Oh, aunt, what are you doing?" After saying that, Gao Ming regretted it. He spoke Chinese to an old foreign lady, and wasn't it the same as playing the piano with a cow, can anyone understand it?

"Boy! Who do you think is the cow?" The old woman spoke fluent Chinese, and even had a Beijing rhyme.

Gao Ming was shocked. Can this old lady read minds? The foreigner is quite good in Mandarin. This thought flashed through Gao Ming's heart, and he immediately regretted it. These thoughts would not be peeped at by the old woman again!

"Hmph!" A cold flashed in the old woman's eyes, and her hoarse voice swept across the sandpaper like a sharp weapon. "Sorry, your little thoughts have been seen through by me, the old woman!"

Gao Ming tried hard to break open the old woman's dry fingers, "Auntie, I still have something to do, I won't play with you anymore. See you back!"

"Have you ever seen my daughter?" Gao Ming, who turned around and was about to slip away, was grabbed by the old woman again.

"What daughter! I haven't seen her before!" It turned out to be a lunatic. Gao Ming was bored. He was so unlucky today.

"I'm not a madman!" Afterwards, Gao Ming thought to himself, forgot that this old madman could read the mind. "Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey, and his fingertips turned beautifully at 180°.

"Where is my daughter?" The old woman refused to give in.

Gao Ming bent his waist awkwardly, and as much as possible, his ear curve should be as angled as the old woman's fingers, so that the pain would be slightly reduced. "I don't know who your girl is, and I have never seen you. You are a lot of me, let me go!"

"Pelsephone~~~" the old woman's hoarse call echoed desolately among the dry jungle.

The old woman seemed to be a mentally ill and was out of control. She let Gao Ming plead and snatched his ears without slacking off. The waves of shouting seemed to echo and then bring her infinite sadness. She interpreted her own sadness on her own, and did not cause any harm to others. Her ears, which were frozen due to the cold, gradually scratched the thin and tender skin after a long period of dragging. In desperation, Gao Ming had to comfort the old man with soft braking and soft tone, and agreed to accompany her to find her daughter, Polesepone.

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"Am I dead?" The temperature around suddenly became less cold than before. Haiting coughed and spit out the Santu River water that choked her throat. As his consciousness recovered, his hazy vision became clearer little by little. He reached out and pinched his face, "It hurts so much! Oh my God, I am still alive?" Haiting jumped up in a flash. After confirming that he was still alive intact, he thought of Meng Xinyao at the first time. At that time, Meng Xinyao was ordered by a cruel scar man to throw her into Santu River together. I wonder if she is safe and sound now. Thinking of this, Haiting was tearful, "This silly girl!" How lucky to have a confidant in this life, with deep love and loyalty!

Not far away, the gradually narrowing river surface seemed to tell him where he came from. He ran upstream along the river bank. I don’t know how long he had run until his legs seemed to be weighing thousands of pounds and had no strength. He called Meng Xinyao’s name in a low voice, and his ears did not dare to neglect, and carefully searched for even the slightest response.

The fog became heavier and gradually blocked the way ahead. He moved carefully, accidentally slipped under his feet, stepped on something hard, and his body fell down uncontrollably. "Ah~~~" the whole person quickly slid into a quiet place.

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Chapter completed!