Law of the Devil

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Chapter 422 [Great Snow Mountain]

“Desert desert like snow, Yanshan moon like hook. He Dong Luo brain, hurry to step on Qing Qiu. ”

Dewey, riding on a camel, looked at the desert and couldn't help but whisper.

The red water next to him naturally didn't know that Dewey was singing an ancient Chinese poem from a previous life. He couldn't understand it and had to frown. “Are you reciting some kind of magic spell? It's weird that I'm pronouncing it. ”

Dewey listened and smiled indifferently, not answering.

Looking back, dozens of meters away, the stubborn figure still follows deeply and shallowly, occasionally climbing unyieldingly.

In his eyes, Dewey sighed in his heart.

It's been another two days.

Originally, Dewey was cut off by red water, he could not speak, but the next day, the red water broke off and suddenly felt that he was walking with such a stuffy gourd. Without any doubt, Dewey's restraint was lifted so that he could speak.

Dewey was made, and at first, he could talk, and naturally he had to break the stimulus for red water. In Dewey's mouth, for example, a black outfit with broken red water is a trivial phrase: in the desert, wearing this black outfit makes it easier to absorb heat in the sun.

However, these words should be defamed in the heart. Dewey wouldn't really say it either.

Red water broke off, talking to Dewey about something on Snow Mountain —— a lot of the time, just red water broke itself off, Dewey didn't say anything. It can be seen that the red water broken seems to have been hit hard by Gulanhew's suicide note, and the process of emotional change inevitably likes to talk about the anguish in his heart.

Though Dewey is not a very good person from the point of view of the object of the complaint. But Red Water broke off when he complained, his attitude was reassuring, and Dewey also suffered a lot less.

“Looks like the chick's not leaving.” Red water looked at Deweymore's indignation, smiled softly, looked behind him: “I'm just curious, how did her injuries recover so quickly? Did you do it? ”

Duvi still doesn't answer.

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On the fourth day, the three finally walked out of the desert.

The ground is no longer full of yellow sand and you can occasionally see some fine grass spots. Let the other day look at that golden gold already a little tired of watching Dewey, I couldn't help but relieve myself.

Red water broke seemingly familiar with the place, and directly that night, a tribe of herders gathered was found and some food and water was purchased - Dewey originally thought red water broke to open the killing spree and kill and rob the horses.

And I don't want this guy to just talk to the pastoralists —— of course, the gold coins he spends, he took from Dewey.

And it seemed deliberate, after purchasing food and water, Red Water actually bought three good horses - three!

After riding himself and Dewey alone, he deliberately left the last horse behind and threw it at Jojo.

Dewey looked at it and just sighed: "Red water broke, what do you really want to do? If you want to leave her behind, we just have to hurry up, with your skill, and take me with you, she'll never catch up! ”

Dewey, deep in his heart, didn't want Jojo to keep following.

“I do.” The red water faded and faded: “I suddenly think it's nice to have this tail behind me. Dewey, I know what you're thinking. That chick knows too. You don't want her to follow for her own good. But she has to follow, and you know why! ”

Saying, Redwater smiled coldly: “I'm old enough to live, and this kind of thing is rarely encountered. If you do, why don't you enjoy it? ”

Dewey couldn't help but breathe: “Well, you're not the kind of General Lugo I know right now! ”

Redwater broke his face and looked deeply at Dewey: “I am now redwater broken! Just cut off the red water for yourself! I do what I like! And all of a sudden, it feels good. ”

Dewey naturally doesn't have any capital right now and this moody guy named Boards.

And two days after walking in the prairie, the red water broke even worse. Every time he switched horses to buy food, or stayed out, he deliberately left Jojo with some household items.

At the end of the day, even in the open meadow at night, he would go straight to the back, regardless of Jojo's reaction, grab her, throw her next to Dewey, and smile, “A good couple of lovers, just let you spend some time together! Because... I'm afraid this opportunity is running out! ”

At a time like this, Dewey just looked at Jojo with indifference and whispered, “You know what? It's not good for you to follow me like this! It doesn't help me at all! ”

“I know." Jojo answered very simply.

Dewey stunned for a moment: "What else are you following?! ”

Jojo looked into Dewey's eyes and her voice was a little soft: "So I asked you. When that dead shemale tried to catch me, did you know you couldn't beat him? You know, if he suddenly hits hard, he can just kill you? ”

“... I know.” Dewey sighed.

Jojo smiled suddenly: “But you still fled with me... so now I will follow you too! ”

Dewey couldn't help but say a few words, later, pointing to the distance: “So do you know, up on Snow Mountain, you might die there? This red water will definitely kill me in the end, and you... will die. ”

“Then die. ”

When Jojo said that, looking at the fire, a small hand gently dialed a piece of wood, the tone was gentle, even the corner of his eyes, with a slight smile.

Dewey was absolutely right to answer that question. He held his head and thought in agony for a while, finally sighing on his back: “Alas... we should have caught the dead shemale! ”

Joe Joe said another word: “If he catches me, I'll kill myself! Even if I die, I will never leave you! ”

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Nor has Dewey ever tried to escape. He also thought of poisoning.

Though I don't know if Red Water has broken the talent of such a holy class strong man, but... if he drinks “Time Passes," Dewey doesn't believe he can really handle it!

But the red water is broken, after all, the old river and lake. Along the way, he seemed reassuring to Dewey, but cautious, whether he lived in clothing or clothing. On the food and drink side, only eat what you have been buying, and never let Dewey get involved.

Dewey even thought of a few tricks and volunteered to cook some meat for the barbecue, hoping to fool Red Water into eating it.

But a few times, the red water broke and he didn't care, eating only some of his own fresh water and noodles every day - once he got into the meadows, the guy stopped messing around.

Though Dewey's barbecue level is much worse, the red water is broken.

At the end of the day, Dewey couldn't help but ask him, "Do you know I poisoned the food? ”

Red water grinned and looked at Dewey with a mockery in his eyes: "Dewey, people don't know you, but I know you too well. You guys are all figured out, so I'd better be careful. And... I guess you don't know? I want to fast before I go up Snow Mountain! Though I have been down the mountain for many years, I am a disciple of the mountain after all. ”

Ramadan... Ramadan...

Dewey sighed.

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All the way north in the prairie, these days, the red water broke off without rushing to the road, passing several tribal tribes on the road, he also acted low-key and did not deal with other people more.

At this moment, the situation on the grasslands, the south of the grasslands, is almost subjugated by Saladin, while some tribes in the north unite against Saladin.

These days, Dewey and others passed by, and they could feel the clans, the strong soldiers, a pre-war tension, rushing in front of each other. But all the men in the tribe who were able to mount horses had taken up their weapons.

In addition, it was heard that a number of tribes had sent envoys to the mountains in the hope of receiving support from them. After all, on the prairie, it can only be recognized as orthodox with the support of the Great Snow Mountains.

The deeper into the grasslands, the stronger the sense of urgency of this war becomes.

And the three people in Dewey's line, all dressed as ordinary pastoralists and strangers, will inevitably be questioned when passing by some large tribes, and even twice considered as rape.

Though they were not afraid of these things, they were always bored, and then simply people avoided some large tribal sites and chose isolated places to walk.

This walk has been in the prairie for eight days.

“The Roland Empire's strategy towards the grasslands in previous years has been foolish. The only commendable thing is the withdrawal of the 20,000 cavalry that didn't work in the last two years!” Red water broke cold and looked at the tense weather on the meadow, and had to be evaluated: “When Lombardon was here in the past, that guy was a real talent. It is also known to pull together with differentiation. But the folks behind you are all idiots. Originally the 20,000 cavalry, stationed here, was only a deterrent, then those guys didn't have the brains, had to withdraw! Don't waste money on grain. And... when the Empire's troops are withdrawn, some people will be foolish. ”

Dewey snorted, “You sound like you're on our Roland side? ”

Red water broke silent for a while, his eyes were a little complicated, it took a long time to slow down: “My goal in life was to avenge the White River... other things, I didn't want that much anymore. Been in the empire for so many years. I'm getting used to being a 'Roland' now. ”

On this day, in front of the three of them, a stream emerged, which was so clear that it was about a few dozen steps wide. The flowing water flowed far and far, but flowed all the way from the north.

“Almost there.” Red water is pointing away.

At this moment, over the grasslands, you can already see the far reaches of the horizon, there is a white mountain standing in the sky, as if it were a row of sky jade columns.

“This stream is formed by melting snow water over the snow mountains. The creek is considered by the locals to be a divine river.” Red water looked at the distance, some hidden strange light flashed in his eyes, suddenly he lowered his voice, seemed to say to himself: “Back then, Blue Haiyue and I were hunted down by the White River all the way out along this stream...”

As he said, he pointed to a high slope in the distance, and suddenly he laughed: “I remember… it was on that high slope that Blue Haiyue and I had a big fight, and then the two broke apart. ”

Dewey looked at the distant snowy mountains, the grasslands overlooked, the snow covered all year round on the snowy mountains, the hidden view of the clouds at the top of the mountains, and the faint white air floated...

This scenery is truly refreshing.

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It seems that the closer you get to the snow mountain, the fading breath of the red water fades slightly. The occasional look in his eyes is also peaceful.

Finally, on this evening, the three of them had arrived beneath the snowy mountain, looking at the steep mountain peaks, on the blue and black rock, and the sparse grass.

Occasionally, you can also see one or two sheep living here, bouncing back and forth on that steep cliff rock, with flexible posture.

Looking up, about a kilometer above, it started to turn snow white...

Looking at this huge snow mountain in front of us, Dewey's heart suddenly gave rise to an idea:

The White River has been stuck here all these years!

“Go up the hill.” Red water broke like a cold smile, gently patted on Dewey, lifted his body's magic ban, Dewey immediately felt loose and his body was free!

It's just that for so many days, he can't even meditate. At this moment, he tries to muster his spiritual strength, but he finds it helpless, and his spiritual strength is pitiful. I'm afraid you'll need a chance to rest and meditate before you can regain strength.

“When are you going to kill me?” Dewey looked at the red water break.

“Rest assured, I will give you the opportunity to finish your teacher's death first and let you bring that ‘no regrets’ word to White River. Then... I'll kill you.” Red water broke as if smiling.

He looked at the snow mountain and suddenly whispered to himself: "It's good to die here as a home. ”

He said as if it wasn't just Dewey, but himself!

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