He didn’t take anyone with him this time.
And this walk is a year.
Goethe came back again during the Chinese New Year, and everyone reunited with Zhao Dingsi.
Then the fifth day left again.
Every year.
in ten years
It’s the end of another year.
The white cloak covered the snow.
Goethe’s stepping ice sheet
This is the extreme north of Dagan Wan Li.
It is also that place where he must come on this trip.
But also where he first felt that thrill.
Woo, woo!
The wind is wrapped in snowflakes
Snowflakes are like knives.
Falling into an ordinary person is a blood hole.
But Goethe, here is really no
In a short time, the snow was less and the wind was stronger.
The wind not only roared, but also drilled into people’s bodies.
If you get into it, it will melt the flesh and blood, and the spirit will disappear.
But still
Goethe is seamless at the moment.
Suddenly the snow died down.
But the attack did not stop.
The ice sheet reflected intense light, and the light reflected from the sun gathered Goethe’s body, which made the title odd and instant, and the sun fire burned Goethe’s body.
Goethe’s clothes were gone immediately.
His brow wrinkled slightly.
Raise my hand and beat these golden flames
When some mud covers the golden flame
The sun fire, which claims to never go out, went out like this.
At the same time, a man appeared in the distance
Black figure
Deep smoke enveloped the face.
Let people see clearly.
"When the river silt? ！”
Distinguishing each other’s surprised voice by hoarse method
Goethe is pulled out a white dress to wear again.
He is not used to being naked.
The other party didn’t stop so silently waiting until Goethe got dressed before asking again.
"Is it river silt?"
"Do you want to ask what is not good for you to stay and get the river silt?"
Goethe answered irrelevant questions.
Silence of the other party
About three seconds.
"Have you guessed who I am?"
"It’s hard not to guess."
"Right? I’m crazy."
Goethe lit a ring 】 【 mad king.
The other person’s face twisted for a few times as if breathing violently. Finally, the black fog dispersed, revealing a face that Goethe was familiar with.
Crazy king Zhao Jingjue