But now that he knows that the fake Dugu Nai has impure intentions, he still dives in to stand up for her.
It can only be said that they are deceived by lard, they are obsessed with heroism, and they are very mean-spirited.
Separated by a wall, people in the Dugu family happily share things among themselves.
Duguhong and the others outside the door followed Dai Qingqing with gloomy faces, rushing day and night through the wind and rain, to the Ice Desolate Branch in the North of the Sacred Temple.
Living on the endless ice field at night is really freezing and makes everyone jump.
They didn't have much material resources, the only one who had Najie was Dai Qingqing, and Najie was robbed by Duguxiu.
So that night, everyone could only rely on their own bodies to resist.
Dai Qingqing, a cultivator in his early fifties, is considered the most advanced cultivator among them.
But after night fell, the entire northern ice wasteland was covered with ice and snow, and the cold wind blew like ghosts crying and wolves howling. It was dark and cold, and the cold wind was like a knife, which was really difficult to resist.
The emotional young disciple cried again, but when he found that his tears were frozen into ice and streaks hung on his face, he couldn't cry anymore...
The temperature at night is at least several times lower than at noon.
After night falls, the surrounding environment is quite harsh, with temperatures below absolute zero.
Even practitioners with profound skills may not be able to withstand the bad environment here, let alone the flowers in the greenhouse like Duguhong.
Everyone couldn't help but moan secretly.
Although they had not had enough food or clothing to keep warm in the past at Dugu's house, at least they had never experienced being frozen on the ice sheet in the middle of the night.
It's really cold!
The young disciple pulled the swarthy young man but did not dare to cry. He shouted indistinctly, "Brother Xiao Zhong, can we go home?"
The swarthy young man regretted everything, but if he goes back now, who will accept them?
Dai Qingqing's entire face turned black and he said in a cold voice, "Why are you grown men crying? Isn't it just a little snowstorm? What's there to cry about?"
She is a woman who is still struggling to hold on in the wind and snow, okay?
How could these tall, tall men cry in front of her? They were all trash!
"Okay, it's going to be dawn soon. If we keep on holding on, we can walk another twenty miles to the Northland Ice Waste Branch."
Everyone looked at each other silently.
The emotional young disciple couldn't help but want to cry again when he thought about not having even a mouthful of hot vegetable soup from yesterday to now.
The food at home has been good these two days. If I had stayed at home, I wouldn't have had to suffer like this in the cold wind in the wilderness.
After a night of wind and snow, when the sky was slightly brighter, everyone felt that the temperature seemed to have risen a little.
They drove under the stars and under the moon for a long time, and it was not until noon that they finally arrived at the branch of the North Ice Wasteland Temple.
Then I saw Miss Dai Qingqing standing there, as if she had been struck by lightning, standing there blankly, muttering to herself, "Why, how could this happen?"
"Ah? How, how could this place become...a ruins?" The emotional young disciple collapsed on the ground, his eyes wide open.
My mother, will they have to wander on the ice sheet day and night from now on?
In front of him was a desolate ruin, as if it had been burned by a fierce fire. The cryolites used to build the walls were scattered on the ground, burned to ashes.
Duguhong's face is unpredictable.
Duguzhong closed his eyes and couldn't help muttering to himself, "It's over."