Time passed slowly, and large snowflakes fell from the sky.

In a short time, Fang Mo\'s body accumulated layers of snow.

In front of him, the bodies of the butchers were gradually collapsing.

From the beginning, the butchers were carbonized little by little, but with the passage of time, this speed is accelerating.

Hoo!

A strong cold wind blew, not only the snowflakes on the trees next to them fell, but also the bodies of the butchers in front of them completely dissipated.

What remains is only a faint blue light and a very bright but not too bright flower.

The whole flower shows blue light, like a blue witch, blooming slowly under the snow night.

On the stamens of blue flowers, blue light is blooming.

Poof!

It seems that a farting sound is emitted, and its brilliance converges quickly. Bit by bit, the blue light begins to disappear.

In the end, the flower turned snow white.

Looking at such a magical scene, Fang Mo was amazed, and then carefully wanted to touch the snow-white flower with his hand.

It is only the size of a little thumb, and its rhizome is less than two centimeters. It looks so strange.

He touched it.

A cold feeling spread all over his body from the place where his fingers touched the flowers in an instant, followed by things like ice crystals that began to climb up his palm.

The appearance of this scene made a bad thought rise in his heart.

He was about to retract his hand, but he felt a huge suction emerging from the flowers.

At this time, the biggest feeling for him is that this white flower seems to turn into a high-power vacuum cleaner in an instant, breaking out the ultimate suction.

He wanted to withdraw his palm, but he found that it was basically extravagant to do so.

"No!"

"Nothing will happen?"

Looking at the ice crystals spreading on his palm and the snow-white lines that began to climb on his arm, Fang Mo\'s face changed.

Become a little flustered.

This thing is very strange, and it doesn\'t look like a good thing.

He is beginning to regret it now.

If he had known, he would never have touched it so easily.

As for now, it can only be hard to pull back, but it is very difficult to do this.

The other hand can still move, but he dare not touch it with the other hand. If both hands are sucked by this thing, it will be really over.

"Not good!"

"If there is a monster or zombie at this time, I\'m afraid I\'ll tell you here."

"In other words, Qingcheng, how much you are not optimistic about me. Why didn\'t you tell me how to use opportunities?"

Fang Mo began to mutter.

He thought he could have received the opportunity, but because ye Qingcheng didn\'t tell him how to accept it, he was completely finished now.

of course.

Blame is absolutely not, just a little bit of resentment.

The source of resentment is naturally due to men\'s self-esteem.

But soon he recovered and said to himself, "haha, I guess Qingcheng didn\'t get the opportunity at the beginning? So she doesn\'t know how to deal with it?"

Thinking of this, his mood relaxed a lot.

At this time

Click.

A slight crack came.

Fang Mo quickly focused on the little flower.

Now even if he is stupid, he knows that the variation of this little flower is not over yet.

It seemed that in response to his idea, there was more cracking sound on the little flower.

In the snow and ice.

It blooms against the wind and snow.

In the cold wind.

It stands proudly, and the increasing suction is prompting Fang Mo\'s hand to approach, approach, and then approach

Click, click!

Click, click!

Its whole body began to break.

At this moment, the little flower, the snow-white flower, began to be full of very wonderful cracks. The cracks seemed to be vitality. Under the night, they emitted some strange faint light spots.

At first it was blue, but soon it became red, and finally it turned into pure white.

WOW!

Bang!

At the moment when Xiaohua broke, Fang Mo sat behind him because of too much force, and his back had an intimate contact with a big tree and hit it hard.

Before he called out, the flowers in front turned into light spots and began to spin in the wind in front of him.

Poof poof!

I don\'t know if it was an illusion. When those fragments began to contact his body, he suddenly felt that his skin seemed to be pierced.

But after opening the clothes, I didn\'t find anything. The pores are still so small, and the skin is still so solid.

The fragments of white flowers fell on his clothes with the wind.

They seemed to have vitality. With a firm and powerful attitude, they penetrated into his clothes and fell on his skin.

Itch!

It itches!

Fang Mo has only such a feeling at this time.

But he didn\'t dare to catch it. He joked: "I don\'t have the symptoms of pollen allergy. Itching shouldn\'t happen to me..."

However, more severe itching began to appear in all parts of his body, especially under the skin and flesh, as if thousands of ants were constantly crawling in and out.

His face twisted in an instant.

Such torture made him a little unbearable.

Fortunately, his will was very strong. In a short moment, he restrained the hand he wanted to scratch, and then stood in place with his teeth.

Soon he found out.

Most of the places where people feel itching are under the tolerance of clothes, that is, the warmest places. On the contrary, the skin with red fruits is not itchy.

This is

"Let me run?"

He didn\'t dare to imagine, but all kinds of numbness and itching from his body forced him to take off his already thick clothes one by one.

Then the cold wind began to rage all over his body.

For a short moment, he could not feel the slightest itching. Instead, an extreme comfort began to spread from all parts of his body, especially the blood under the skin. It seemed that tens of millions of massagers were being installed and constantly starting their own power.

His eyes were blank and he stood naked in the ice and snow world. The snowflakes from time to time fell on all parts of his body.

Cold is not cold.

It\'s just that this posture is a little too shy.

He looked around carefully. Fortunately, he didn\'t see any other figure. Otherwise, he would really go crazy.

After the itching, Shushuang also gradually retreated, followed by a wave of hunger from his stomach.

He didn\'t eat very little tonight. It was too easy to support such activities.

However, Fang Mo felt his stomach burning at this time.

The food inside seemed to turn into a force he didn\'t know and spread to his whole body in an instant.

Gollum!

The protest finally came. His stomach began to move and made a great noise, which seemed to resist his non eating response.