So he is going to continue to do the second thing that he once thought was extremely stupid, that is, to run with the purpose of dying like those who used to desperately avoid their own targets. In his dictionary, that was another synonym for weakness. He used to be in control of everything.

But tonight he is running constantly, and he feels weak again.
Out of that deep and long corridor like an ancient tomb, there is another square, a square full of snow.
Chen Senran once again lit the fingertip, which lit up the sky and the earth.
The snow in the sky is still marginal, but those footprints, though messy, still show a straight line, spreading in the snow, and in the further distance, they are covered with the remnants of the mighty statue hundreds of years ago.
He watched for a while and absorbed the flame energy into his eyes so that he could see the footprints when he was running.
Then he runs.
He ran for a long time, and the square seemed to have several ferocious outlines whizzing by his side in the marginal darkness.
The night was deep and the snow kept falling, and he felt like he was running in an ancient tomb that had been sleeping for years.
Just as he tried to shout little Annie’s name at the top of his voice again, he stopped suddenly because he found the second person.
It shouldn’t be an ice sculpture
The fire lit up at Chen Senran’s fingertips again, and a face covered with frost was exactly the same as the original one.
Chen Senran waved silently to extinguish the little light in his hand and continue to run. Out of the corner of his eye, he swept to a farther outline.
The speaker "approaching" is Lao Du, who has been silently following behind Chen Senran, but now he points to the shadows and darkness farther away.
Chen Senran nodded and walked on with the flame in his hand. Ice sculptures appeared one after another, and many of them fell side by side.
In other words, the big troops are nearby.
Chen Senran jumped out of the corner of his eye. He was extremely afraid that little Annie’s little face would appear in his field of vision as he examined it.
In a blink of an eye, the number has increased to more than 500 people in total, and Chen Senran has not found any trace of Little Anne.
This made him clench his fist involuntarily. Although little Anne may be fine for the time being, it is obvious that the deeper she goes, the more dangerous she will be.
Another point is what form the curse was imposed on people. Up to now, he hasn’t seen anyone who can talk. I’m afraid it’s best to see it first. He probably went back and wanted to inform Chen Senran, but it’s a pity that he didn’t make it to the end. From that person’s situation, the curse should first be a mental attack to disintegrate people’s consciousness, and finally an incredible materialized energy will freeze the whole person.
Chen Senran felt a little before that energy bullying almost suffocated him.
Fortunately, he hasn’t felt sick so far.
The number of ice sculptures has reached the end, and the remaining 400 people are not here.
They went further inside.
More inside …
Chen Senran raised his fingertips, and the light was a huge statue in the distance. Behind the outline was a deep shadow like the sea. The statue was probably the statue of the frost queen, and the shadow should be the main palace structure.
The wind blows tighter, shaking the little fire at Chen Senran’s fingertips.
"Did you hear that?" Lao du suddenly asked 1
Chen Senran frowned, carefully to distinguish the crazy wind may be strange.
Then he heard the … gold and iron strike.
This sound caused his pupils to contract because it meant that someone was at war with the demasians.
Can appear here attacker … Is the queen’s ghost guard or the queen?
Chen Senran has not thought so much about flint. He has put out the finger tip flame, and the flame energy has rushed to that place that may have limited terror like a flash.
The seemingly distant distance in Chen Senran’s sprint is almost in front of him with a breath, and the golden iron strike has clearly sounded in his ears.
The night vision cultivated by the killer’s career for many years also allows Chen Senran to see the situation roughly.
The curse of the frost queen has spread here. There are about dozens of ice sculptures scattered here, and more are soldiers who are fighting hard with swords and have not fallen yet.
But the enemy who fought with them could not see clearly because of the night, and they could roughly distinguish that they should also be humanoid creatures through the outline.
But these are not Chen Senran’s attention at the moment. His eyes are constantly looking for him in the chaotic crowd. He wants to see little Annie. He believes that he can recognize the smallest silhouette, even a gentle breath.
It’s a pity that Chen Senran found the petite figure three times.
He suspected that his intuition was wrong. He wanted to shout, but he was alarmed. The demasians found out first. They fought against the unknown enemies and shouted "Who?"
Someone has pointed a sword in his hand at Chen Senran’s face, and the sharp murder made Chen Senran have to light the light at his fingertips. He looked at those Demassians who were still fighting and said, "It’s me."
When the fire lit up, Chen Senran looked for her again.
No little Annie
There are the demasians’ blade-like faces, the enemy faces that intersect with their swords.
No, it seems that there is no face
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This chapter is a little more satisfactory.