In the center of Liuli City, the young man and the snowman in the snow stopped and stayed in a secluded corner, looking at each other.

In the snowy plains in the extreme north, there is only snow, only white, and no green. Therefore, there are naturally no plants in the city of Liuli. There are only ice sculptures that are carved with ice, lifelike.

Xue Bancheng, who was standing with his body under an ice sculpture, looked extremely embarrassed at this time, with a bloody face and messy clothes, which was completely unrelated to handsomeness. However, in front of him, the tall saint-like servant Xueying, with fair and delicate face and neat clothes, just like a tall fairy.

The anger on the face of the saint's servant Xueying's face had not yet dissipated, and her eyes were raised. Then she looked at Xue Bancheng in front of her with a strong look of disappointment in her eyes, opened her mouth and continued to speak:

"Xuebancheng, do you know how long did I have been begging the Saint in order to allow you to have this job guarding Yanjiao?

"So many people stare at this, but you are wandering all day long and can't see the figure. How can you please me to be kind to you?"

Xue Bancheng looked at the angry girl in front of him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then he stretched out his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the sleeve of the beast's clothing, smiled faintly, and responded:

"I was a waste, a bastard, you were angry with me, it was not worth it."

As soon as Xue Bancheng said this, the girl Xueying in front of her face became even more disappointed. Then she shook her head and her voice rang:

"You are the Saint's younger brother and the noble direct child of the Beast Bear Tribe."

"But I am different from the rest of Xuemin, right?"

The response from Xue Bancheng then made the girl Xueying slightly stunned, and then the faint voice sounded in the latter's ears again:

"Let's go. If you want to help me, you won't be able to get the title of Saint. Therefore, the Saint really has something to come to me. I'm also very curious. At this critical moment, what's wrong with my omnipotent sister looking for me as a waste?"

As the sound fell, Xue Bancheng limped forward first, while the girl Xueying became following her. The two were weird but naturally completed the identity exchange.

Then Xueying looked at the boy in front of her who was still straight despite the difficult steps. The disappointment in her eyes turned into confusion and murmured:

"You never say it, nor let others know what you want. It's like the misty and flowing aurora above our snowfield, which can be seen but cannot touch it."

"That's because I want, none of you, not even the Liuli City under my feet, not even this snowy land at night."

Xue Bancheng's rare serious voice came slowly from the front, and then his forward steps remained unchanged, and the sound continued to sound:

"What I want is peace and peace in the world. Isn't it very difficult?"

As soon as these words came out, the girl Xueying behind her rolled her eyes directly, and a look of anger and funny look appeared on her face, but for some reason, most of the anger and disappointment in her heart suddenly dissipated.

"What a slut that people can't really hate."

Xueying sighed softly in her mind, then her face returned to cold. She looked at the boy limping forward and opened her mouth and said:

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

The face under the snow smoke and white veil was extremely solemn, and the voice was also extremely serious, and then he spoke word by word:
Chapter completed!