There was only the sound of wind in his ears, and his body was covered with frost. Bing Zhixie broke the ice on his body, threw another piece of cloud moss upwards, and climbed up with an ice chain.
"I... how long have we been climbing? Is it almost dawn?" Bimoye climbed up and added another piece of cloud moss to connect them together. An ice chain connected all the cloud steps below.
"Let's take a rest." Bing Zhixie panted until his lungs hurt, and the thin air made him dizzy.
The two took out food and drinks, and Bing Zhixie built a moon-shaped ice wall on the windward side to block the strong wind. The cloud layer caused his magic to dissipate quickly, and he had to reinforce it at any time.
After heating it with magic, I drank the fatigue-relieving concoction in the jar. It was still chocolate-flavored. Sitting on the cloud steps, Bimoye was not afraid that the temperature of his body would burn through the cloud steps. First, here
The temperature was so low that the heat of Yan Jia Ming's body could not be conducted out and was carried away. Secondly, the flame seedlings on his body were suppressed very low by the cold wind, and were almost invisible to the naked eye.
Perhaps it was because of the dizzying environment that his mind was less clear-headed and under control. Bimoye, who had always been cold and aloof and did not like to joke, actually smiled proactively: "Haha, the two of us actually have some time alone together."
"It's not surprising that things are unpredictable." Bing Zhixie said back, holding tightly the chain of ice generated by his magic in one hand, and holding the ointment to replenish sugar and energy in the other hand. He took a bite and swallowed hard.
Then he said: "If we come up, we may not be able to go back. Do you know?"
Bimoye sneered disdainfully: "I know they didn't tell the truth. This kind of mission comes and goes, but it's basically just to comfort and comfort us, so that we don't have to worry about it."
"Then you are still coming? Your eldest son of the Christian family, is he impatient with life just like me?" Bing Zhixie threw away the finished bottles and jars in his hand and suddenly said: "You said
If these cans fall, will they hit someone on the head?"
Bimoye watched the jar fly away and threw everything in his hand down.
Bing Zhixie smiled slightly: "This is not something you would do."
Bimoye said: "I'm going to die, and I have to figure out how to deal with garbage in the sky? Let me tell you a story."
"Well, okay."
Bimoye sorted out his thoughts and said: "There once was a monarch who was very wise and great, and very almighty in all aspects. He had many children, and each of them inherited his father's advantages and were all very good.
Do you think this is a good thing?"
Bing Zhixie thought for a while and said, "It seems like there's nothing wrong with it. It's very good."
Bimoye smiled and said: "But the crown prince committed suicide because no matter how hard he tried, he would face the extremely strict requirements of his extremely wise father. And he had to fight hard to keep himself alive among many outstanding brothers and sisters.
He was worried about his position as crown prince day and night. He was afraid that what he did would not be in line with his father's wishes. He was worried that what he did would not meet the expectations of the ministers who supported him. He was also afraid that his every move would be criticized by those who supported him.
The equally outstanding brothers seized the opportunity, but were afraid of being poisoned and assassinated by them. His crown prince had never made any big mistakes in his life, and he had no problems when he was learning to govern the country, but he still couldn't stand it. The harshness from his father
, the challenge from his brother made him full of pressure, walking on thin ice, and finally chose to end his life."
"Is this why you chose to come here? Are you feeling so stressed?"
"I didn't originally, but someone like you appears in front of me from time to time and puts a little pressure on me, which makes me very uncomfortable."
"hahahahahahahahahaha……"
"A great family is both an honor and a burden. As the heir to the family, I must not only meet the family's high expectations, but also live up to the honor of my ancestors. Faced with such pressure, I...I must prove myself."
Let them, let everyone agree, no longer put heavy pressure on me. I want them to treat me as an adult, no longer educate me, regulate me, arrange all my future life for me, use their hands to
The rope inside strangled my neck, making me unable to breathe."
Bing Zhixie looked at him with stern eyes and a firm tone, and said, "It's not worth it to prove this at the cost of your own life."
"Every great attempt of mankind is a huge adventure. Whether they are successful or unsuccessful, they are all pioneers. This is my rebellion against my family and proof of self-realization. Besides, aren't we still here?
Is it theoretically possible to survive?" Bimoye said with a smile.
Bing Zhixie also laughed.
"I really don't know why I'm telling you this. Maybe it's because I don't know you very well, or because I'm in such a desperate environment. By the way, you haven't said why you came."
Bing Zhixie said: "Wherever I go now, I am being chased and killed. Everyone blames me and shouts to beat me. Instead of becoming a rat crossing the street, I should use the salvation plan in front of me to change my situation. Even if I die, I am still a hero."
Bimoye said unhappily: "I told you what was in my heart, but what you told me was not entirely true. With your ability, it is impossible to hide without being hunted. There are many people in the world who avoid revenge.
There are not a few people who live in seclusion."
"Are you telling the truth? Stop talking now. The cloud steps are disappearing soon. We have to work harder. Time waits for no one." Bing Zhixie looked at the dissipating cloud steps below. They had already dissipated to the point under their feet.
Blocked.
The two of them had almost rested, they were breathing less, and their hands and feet were no longer so weak. They quickly got up and continued to climb the cloud stairs.
As they were crawling, suddenly there was a sudden and sudden wind shear. Bi Moye and Bing Zhixie were instantly thrown away. The ice chain was broken by the wind shear. In a blink of an eye, they were blown to the Liyun Stairs.
A few kilometers away. This is the shear and turbulence that often occurs in the cloud separation layer. Some of them pass by in a flash, and some of them cut in disorder. The two of them faced the latter situation, being blown randomly by the wind in the airflow.
Flying is like being hit by a ball. You don't know which direction the ball will blow next second.
What's even worse is that there seems to be some kind of creature and monster in the airflow that is eyeing them.
In the cloud-living layer, if you want to successfully cast magic, you need to consume a hundred times the magic power and reach the intensity required by the threshold to get the result of '1'. But in the turbulent flow of inverted shear, it is basically impossible for magic to take shape.
The accumulated magic power released from the body had not yet formed an effective scale, but was disintegrated by the eccentric chaos of the cloud layer. Coupled with the disturbance of shear and turbulence, it could not take shape at all.
At this time, in the dark night air, an invisible and intangible creature attacked them.