Xiang Lanting clasped her fists, Zitu and Murong Dongli followed behind her and jumped up quickly.
Watching the three figures and one beast disappear into the distance, Lan Ting just sighed helplessly.
"Mr. Lan, do you want to send someone to follow you?!" Zhao Gang asked quietly beside him.
"Let her be."
Behind the two of them, a sweet and domineering male voice came.
Everyone turned around when they heard the sound, only to see Beichen standing on the snow behind him with his clothes slightly disheveled, staring at the direction where Zi Tong left, his eyes as deep as the night sky.
On the jade-like skin of the neck, there is a slender red mark that goes straight across the vital part of the neck.
"Young Master!"
When everyone saw Beichen, their hearts trembled and they hurriedly bent down to salute.
Beichen looked away, "Everyone came out of the cave and set up a bonfire in the peaks and valleys."
"Young Master?" Lan Ting had a puzzled look on his face when he heard this, "Why are you doing this?!"
Beichen deliberately set up a fake game before, just to confuse the enemy and protect the true location of the mining belt. Now he asked everyone to set up a bonfire between the peaks. Wasn't this deliberately exposing Xingzong to the enemy?!
The young master has a superhuman mind, why would he make such a dangerous decision?!
Beichen interrupted him coldly, "Do as I say!"
"Yes!" Lanting didn't dare to ask anymore, and immediately waved to the people behind him, "Light up the bonfire."
Holding his hands behind his back, Beichen walked slowly up the snow, climbing to the top of the snow peak step by step.
In the night sky, on the white snow, his figure shone a little lonely.
"Mr. Lan," Zhao Gang approached Lan Ting, his tone full of curiosity, "When the fire rises, doesn't it tell the enemy that we are here? Could it be that... the young master wants to lure them here deliberately and catch them all?!"
Lan Ting raised his face, looked at the figure on the snow peak, and suddenly understood.
The Biyun Sect has been wiped out. Now in the boundless snowfield, the only people who can threaten Zi Tong are the people of the Lan family. As long as he deliberately lets out his whereabouts, the Lan family will surely come after hearing the news. When the time comes, Zi Tong will naturally be able to leave safely.
Several bonfires were quickly raised in the valley, and thick black smoke rose from the damp wood stained with white snow. In the darkness before dawn, those strands of darkness were particularly obvious.
Beichen stood on the top of the peak, squinting his eyes slightly, looking at the direction where Zi Tong left from the rising smoke, without much expression on his face.
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The distant eastern sky.
The first ray of sunset in the morning finally appeared from behind the snow peaks. The sun suddenly jumped out of the snow line, spreading its dazzling golden light across the entire snowfield.
Lance landed on a snowy slope and frowned as he looked at the vast snowfield in front of him.
"stop!"
Something is wrong, so wrong.
After chasing for so long, I only saw some footsteps and not even a single figure. This was really wrong.
Even if the opponent wants to make a move, the location of the real mining valley will not be too far away from the Snow Valley where the move is made. It cannot be such a long distance.
Looking at the snowy field in front of him, he slowly raised his lips and sneered.
"Is this the second round?!"
"City Lord?!" Lan Zhufeng looked at the snowfield in front of him, "You mean, they deliberately want to lead us into the depths of the snowfield?"
"Huh!" Lance snorted coldly, "If you want us to stay in the depths of the boundless snowfield forever, I won't be fooled by you. Let's go back!" "Mr. Lan, see you after the meeting!"
Holding the fist towards Lanting, the purple man and Murong Dongli followed her at the same time, rushing up.
Seeing that the figure of the three of them disappeared in the distance, Lanting just sighed with a helplessness.
"Mr. Lan, do you want to send someone to track?!" Zhao Gang whispered on his side.
"Go from her."
Behind the two, there was a domineering male voice in the ears.
Everyone turned his face, and saw Beichen's plackets stood on the snow behind him, staring at the direction of the purple pupils, his eyes deep as the night sky.
On the skin of the neck, there is a slender red trace, and the pen is across the key point between the neck.
"Young Lord!"
When everyone saw Beichen, they were all in their hearts, and they were busy bending and saluting.
Beichen looked back, "Everyone came out of the hole, and the bonfire rose in the peak valley."
"Young Lord?" Lanting heard a puzzled look on his face, "Why are you?!"
Before Beichen deliberately set up a fake game, he wanted to confuse the enemy and keep the mine's real location. Now he let everyone raise a bonfire in the peak. Isn't this intentionally exposed the sect to the enemy?!
The master of the young master, why do you make such a dangerous decision?!
Bei Chen interrupted his words coldly, "Do what I said!"
"Yes!" Lanting didn't dare to ask again. At the moment, everyone behind him waved, "Ascend the bonfire."
With his hands, Beichen stepped slowly and stepped up, step by step to the top of the snow peak.
In the night sky, on the white snow, his figure flashed a little lonely.
"Mr. Lan," Zhao Gang made up the side of Lanting, and he was curious in his tone. "This fire rises, isn't it telling the enemy here? Is it ... the young master wants to attract them intentionally.
Lan Ting raised his face, looked at the figure on Xuefeng, and suddenly understood.
Biyun Zongzhong has been destroyed. Now in the infinite snowfield, it is only the people who can threaten the purple pupils. As long as he deliberately releases his whereabouts, the blue family will hear the wind. At that time, Zitong can naturally leave safely.
The bonfire rose quickly in the valley, because of the white snow, and the humid firewood rose strong black smoke. In the darkness before dawn, the darkness was particularly obvious.
Beichen stood on the top of the peak, squinting his eyes slightly, between the rising wolf smoke, looking at the direction of the purple pupils, there was not much expression on his face.
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The distant Oriental Castle.
In the early morning, the light of Xiuguang finally showed the clue from the snow peak. The sun jumped sharply, and it jumped out of the snow line and sprinkled the dazzling golden light throughout the snow.
Lan Si fell on a snow slope and looked at the reckless snowfield in front of him, but frowned.
"stop!"
No right, it's too wrong.
After chasing for so long, I only saw some steps, and I didn't even see a figure. This was wrong.
Even if the other party wants to walk, the real mineral valley will not be too far away from the Snow Valley of the game. It is impossible to have such a distance.
Looking at the Xueyuan in front of him, he slowly raised his lips and sneered.
"Really?!"
"City owner?!" Lan Zhifeng looked at the snowfield in front, "Do you mean, they intentionally want to lead us into the depths of Xueyuan?"
"Huh!" Lan Si snorted coldly, "Want to let us stay deep in the boundless snowfield, I won't go to you, we go back!"