The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 In the Blizzard Mansion in the center of Liuli City, a young man and a woman snowmen stopped and stayed in a secluded corner, looking at each other.

　　In the northern snowfields, there is only snow, only white, and no green. Therefore, there are no plants in Liuli City, and some are only carved with ice, which are lifelike ice sculptures in various forms.

Under an ice sculpture of a violent bear, Xue Bancheng stood on its feet, and looked very embarrassed at this time, with a blood-stained face and messy clothes, completely irrelevant to handsome, but in front of him, the tall and tall saint woman Close to Shi Xueying, she has a fair and delicate face, and her clothes are neat and tidy, just like a tall fairy.

　　 The anger on the face of the saint servant Xueying had not dissipated, her eyes were erected, and then she looked at Xue Bancheng in front of her with a deep disappointment in her eyes, and she opened her mouth and continued to speak:

　　"Xuebancheng, you know how long have I been begging the saint in order for you to have this job of guarding Yanjiao?

　　 "So many people are staring at this thing, but you, wandering around all day, can't see the figure, how do you want me to treat you nicely?"

　　 Xue Bancheng looked at the angry girl in front of him, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and then stretched out her hand and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the sleeve of the animal coat, smiled faintly, and responded:

　　 "I was a trash, a bastard, you are angry for me, it's not worth it."

When 　　Xue Bancheng said this, the disappointment on the face of the girl Xueying in front of her became stronger, and then she shook her head, and then her voice sounded:

　　 "You are the younger brother of the saint, and the noble direct descendant of the Grim Bear Tribe."

　　 "But I am different from other snowmen, am I?"

　　Xue Bancheng’s subsequent response made the girl Xue Ying stunned slightly, and then the faint voice resounded in the latter’s ears:

"Let's go, if you want to help me out, you won't move out of the title of saint, so the saint really has something to look for me, and I'm also very curious, at this point, my omnipotent sister, What's the matter with me this trash?"

　　 The voice fell, Xue Bancheng limped and walked forward first, while the girl Xueying became following behind, the two were strange but seemingly supposed to complete the identity swap.

　　 Then Xueying looked at the young man with a straight back despite his difficult steps, the disappointment in his eyes turned into confusion, and she muttered and asked:

　　 "You never say or let others know what you want. It's like the misty and flowing aurora above our snowy field. You can see it, but you can't touch it."

　　 "That's because I want it. You don't have it, nor does the Liuli City under your feet, not even this snowy land for three years at night."

　　 The rare serious voice of Xue Bancheng came from the front slowly, and then his forward footsteps remained unchanged, and the voice continued to sound:

　　 "What I want is peace in the world and peace in everything, isn't it difficult?"

　　 As soon as these words came out, the girl Xueying behind her rolled her eyes straight up, her face suddenly showing a good and funny expression, but for some reason, most of the anger and disappointment in her heart dissipated.

　　 "It's really a **** that I can't hate."

　　 Xueying sighed softly in her mind, and then her face returned to coldness. Looking at the limping boy, she opened her mouth and said:

　　 "The saint is not in the residence, go to the right and follow me."

Among the snowmen, there are two people with the highest status. One is the strongest person in the entire snowmen tribe. He is directly named the bear, and is the head of the blizzard tribe and the head of the entire snowy field. The other one is called the saint.

　　 The saint in the blizzard bear tribe is also the saint of the entire Xuemen, the disciple of the ice-field saint, and the person who has the closest relationship with the saint among the snowmen, and is respected by all people.

This saint also happened to be the prostitute of the violent bear tribe, named Xueyan. For the first tribe in Liuli City, this was undoubtedly a combination of divine power and royal power, which was the most prosperous period of power, but the facts were just the opposite. Liuli City suffered a civil strife that had never been seen in hundreds of years.

In a corner of the blizzard mansion, the light from the torch shines all over. There is a large area of ​​ice sculpture forest composed of ice sculptures. In front of the ice sculpture forest, there is a white-covered ice sculpture forest. The girl of yarn, holding a dark blue ice cone in her hand, gently tapped the ice cube in front of her, and the ice fragments that had been tapped continued to fall down, spreading the ground below.

　　As the woman knocked down, the ice figure in front of her gradually revealed its appearance. It was a particularly burly figure, but what was surprising was that there was a bald patch on the figure's head, with no half of hair.

　　 "Master Saint, Xue Bancheng has been brought here!"

A clear and beautiful voice from not far away interrupted the woman's movement, and then the snow smoke, who was a little taller than the average male snowman, turned her head, first glanced at Xueying, whose complexion had recovered, and then looked at Xueying again. Staring at Xue Bancheng's bloody, limping figure, his beautiful brows wrinkled slightly, and he spoke softly:

　　 "You really have a good temper. You can't fight back or fight back. Every time I see you, I feel embarrassed. I don't know what those people like about you."

When Xue Yan’s faint voice came out, Xue Ying’s complexion changed slightly, her hands and body trembled unconsciously, but then a warm hand gently patted the latter on the shoulder, Xue Bancheng faintly The response sounded then:

　　 "Because of weakness, all have to admit their fate, don't they? Saintess, and as for some people like me, it may be that their eyes are not good."

After 　　 Xue Bancheng finished speaking, he happened to stand beside the snow smoke, in front of the ice sculpture forest, and then he continued to speak:

"Master Saint is worthy of being a person who has been to the capital of God. It is said that these things called trees exist in the south of Tianmen Pass, and they have the cycle of birth, old age, sickness and death, and the most important thing is that they have color. magical."

　　Xue Bancheng stared closely at the lifelike trees, just like ice trees growing out of reality. There was a certain look called longing in his eyes, and then the snow smoked, and the voice went on:

　　 "There is no need to cross Tianmen Pass. The hundred thousand mountains on the southernmost side of the snowy field have endless trees."

After 　　's words fell, Xueyan lowered his head slightly and stared at Xuebancheng, which was half a head shorter than him. After a few breaths, he suddenly spoke:

　　 "Let’s stop talking nonsense, Snow Bancheng, this time I am looking for you to do something for me."

　　 "Oh? Lord Saint actually asked me to do something with a waste?"

　　 "Don't lie to me, I know you."

　　The face under the snowy smoke and white gauze was extremely solemn, and at the same time the voice was also extremely serious, and then he spoke word by word:

　　 "This saint wants a secret road that avoids everyone's gaze and goes straight to the Liuli Palace. If the entire Liuli City is capable of doing this, you must be Xue Bancheng!"