"I...haha...I? Haha...The Emperor asked who I am... Have you forgotten? Six thousand years ago...6 thousand years ago, the Emperor was bathing in the Changbaitian Pond, and you lost a strand of your hair..."

Wushuang finally understood. It turned out that the ice banshee regarded herself as Bai Di Antu.

"You are the one strand of Antumei's hair?"

"You? Me? Do we share with you and me? You are me, I am you! But the Emperor has not seen through his previous life and has not yet recovered all his strength."

The woman's tone was very sincere. The Cold Blood Treasure Blade was a treasure for warding off evil spirits. How could she resist it? Her flawless body was melting little by little, and countless water droplets were oozing out of her body, just like a sauna. Her delicate face and graceful figure were deformed and twisted.

"Our mother gave us life to let us rule the world, but the Emperor was sleeping forever. Wake up... Wake up..." Her voice became more and more vast, and finally her whole body completely melted. The vertical waterfall was no longer cold. Green tips gradually emerged from the soil on both sides of the mountain road, and the wind was no longer cold, and it became warm.

There was no trace of human being in front of Wushuang. Only a long black hair was left under his feet. A warm spring breeze blew, blowing the long hair into the air, and finally floating without a trace.

"Hey! What's the use of this power to me? What if I can unify the world? I still can't save her? You will never have human thoughts and feelings, so you are not complete people and are destined to disappear in this world forever." He sighed.

At this time, I heard the neat sound of dada, dada, dada, and it was like something was electrocuted, and the group was electrocuted.

"Little...Little...Little...Little..." When he turned around, the ice outside Yun Qiang's body had melted. He was covered in a ball of his body, holding his shoulders and trembling constantly.

"Don't talk, you guys lean together to keep warm, I'll find some firewood." Wushuang took out the blanket, wrapped them all in a blanket, and quickly moved them to a dry area and lit a bonfire.

Everyone sat in front of the bonfire, burned some hot water, and finally slowly recovered, but even so, they were still pale.

"Are you better?" Wushuang asked them.

"Okay...good...good...good. It would be even better if I had wine." Yun Qiang said tremblingly.

"It's so warm! It's great if there's sugar." At some point, the cute little dark cloud also squeezed into the crowd and sat in front of the campfire to cook the fire. The little girl actually learned Yun Qiang's tone, as if she was deliberately angry with him, but Yun Qiang can't get angry now. All the parts on her body were frozen and numb. It's troublesome to stand up, and can she still quarrel?

"Hey! Did I let you sit down? Where did you go when you needed you just now?" Wushuang shouted at her.

"Oh, do you have the heart to see me, a girl, deal with these terrible mountain spirit tree ghosts?" She also pretended to be pitiful and gained sympathy.

"Qiqige!" Wushuang shouted suddenly.

"Ah?" She agreed without thinking.

"Sure enough, you are calling this name! Why are you lying to me? What is your purpose? Say! Are you in the same group of mountain monsters?" Wushuang asked.

"No, I can't beat them even if I'm wronged! I can only kindly remind you to be careful. Look, I have reminded you more in advance these two times. You have to continue moving up if you don't listen. I said, if you can't take the Red Sea Flower, you will die!"

"Hmph...I...I think she just doesn't have a good intention!" Yun Qiang shivered and did not forget to add to the insult.

"I didn't mean to hide it from you. My name is Qiqige, and my nickname is Wuyun. Can I like this name? The dark clouds in the sky are so beautiful. They float wherever they like, and they fall on the heads of whoever they like. They calm down and say the surface. They don't have to look at people's faces. When they are unhappy, they will thunder and rain." The little girl's metaphor is quite poetic and picturesque, and Wushuang is so touched that she feels compassion and can't bear to blame her anymore.

"And I think you are a Mongolian, and your feelings are the dark clouds in Chinese?" Wushuang shook his head.

However, he knew that this was not that simple. Both of the mountain monsters he encountered mentioned Qiqige, and they seemed to be very awe of her.

"Qiqige, what will we encounter when we go up?"

"Well... there is a temple above. There is a child sitting in front of the temple. The child is wearing a red bellyband and always likes to play hide-and-seek with me, but I can't find him every time. I don't like him!" Qiqige hesitated, but it seemed that he was deliberately guiding them.

"Little Demon? What is it made of? Why do you like to play hide-and-seek with you? You live on the mountain, right?" Wushuang asked her.

"I don't know, I don't like him anyway. The child is weird and has a scent on his body, which smells very bad. He rarely interacts with others. Others dislike him and say he is a star of the Sangmen."

"Why is the star of the Sangmen?"

Qiqige's reason is very naive. "Because there will definitely be no good things wherever he goes, and whoever meets will be unlucky, so I don't like him!"

Wushuang lit a cigarette and then inserted it into Yun Qiang's mouth. He took a few sips. It seemed that it was much more comfortable than before, and his breath was breathing evenly. "They were all transformed by mountain monsters, so what are you? Don't make up those naive excuses anymore, okay?"

"Me? Hehe... don't ask me, I won't tell you, then can you tell me what the person you want to save looks like? Do you love her very much? Is she very beautiful?"

Wushuang smiled dryly, and he said that beauty and not beauty are opposite. She is not a beauty, and she is even dressed very rustic. But at least in my heart she is very beautiful because she is the only one and no one can replace her. Please tell me this kind of thing only we can, and you will never understand.

Qiqige did not object to Wushuang's statement, and also proved Wushuang's speculation that she was indeed not a living person.

She shook her head and said, "I don't understand, but I think she must be very happy. Can someone love her, care about her, go to Bayanwula Snow Mountain for her and fight against invincible ghosts. By the way, am I as good as her?"

"Well...what should I say it? Haha...you look very nice, but you can't understand our emotions. Come on, look, this is her." Wushuang took out his wallet. The transparent plastic inside the wallet was inlaid with a photo of a girl. The girl smiled sweetly in the photo.
Chapter completed!