Since he was pulled into the WeChat group "Big Witch Club" and came into contact with the unknown top wizard group in China, Li Bai knew that he would deal with these people sooner or later.

But he never thought that the first time he had a head-on contact was to be a firefighter.

Your job is to cure diseases, not save people.

Putting down his phone, Li Bai waved his hand and said, "Hong Li, bring two pots of soup to the Lizhu space, continue to stew it on the heat, Qingyao, turns into a green snake, and is about to set off."

After two or three hours of heat, these two pots of soup were not stewed at all. Saving people was like putting out fires. After two or three hours, it was estimated that those who were looking for the golden sand scorpion were already cold.

"Okay!"

The well-behaved little Hongli never asks what Li Bai is going to do, just be obedient.

She turned off the gas stove, and a red light flashed, and she disappeared from the spot with two large stainless steel soup pots that had not yet been boiled, entering the space of the natal magic weapon glass beads.

There is a stove in the Glazed Bead Space, so you can continue to stew without delaying the heat at all.

Li Bai grabbed the glass beads floating in front of him and threw them into his pocket.

This natal magic weapon cannot be thrown away casually. Last time I stole it and the guy who tried to possess it was in trouble.

"Hey? Where are you going? It's so cold outside."

Why did you turn back to the original body of the Green Snake (Jiu)? The Qingyao Demon Girl didn't want to go to the cold environment of the black and winter outside.

There was heating in the room and she stayed very comfortable.

"Go outside for a picnic!"

Li Bai held the key and coaxed Qingyao.

"Pictures? What's the best thing to do? Why do you need to change back to the local area?"

The witch Qingyao looked suspicious.

Just this broken place, what's the wild cook in the dark?

She always had a bad premonition, she might have tricked herself out for stewing, right?

This witch has long been stewed out of psychological shadows.

"Snow-making house, barbecue, hot pot, and beer, it will be iced when taken out, but before that, you have to do some miscellaneous work!"

Li Bai dragged the witch downstairs with a slight roar.

The legitimate reason is that this witch cannot convince her, and only food can she be deceived.

"Okay, okay!"

Seeing that there was food, the witch Qingyao agreed half-believingly. It was a good idea to have a picnic for a long time, and it would be nice to be able to let go of the belly and have a meal.

Perhaps eating is a coincidence, doing some miscellaneous work is the main thing.

As soon as the black Toyota rav4 sent by Weixiu Co., Ltd. left the county seat, a green light flashed, and the Qingyao witch turned into a green snake and was placed on the seat.

After all, she still listened to Demon Li and changed back to her true form.

Even if it evolves into a green dragon, the snake shape is still one of the original bodies of the witch. None of the snake or the dragon is under pressure and is not suppressed by the rules of the world.

The heavy snowfall finally stopped after two days. Clouds floated in the night sky, and the moonlight sprinkled cold moonlight from time to time to the snow field outside the city.

The Toyota SUV's headlights also shine brightly in front of them. In addition, the flickering moonlight makes it no difference whether there is a street light or not.

Although the potholes under the thick snow layer were unknown, they were regarded as casual in front of Li Bai's glazed heart, and a radius of three meters was enough to cover ten meters ahead.

With his reaction speed, unless he encounters a large cross-ditch, there is no need to worry about falling into it.

However, this kind of thing is completely impossible. Li Bai just needs to follow the crushing marks left by his father's convoy. If he wants to fall into the pit, his father will first drop it.

This son is... he used his father to thunder.

In fact, in front of the car in Li's seat, there was a light armored vehicle leading the way in front. If it wanted to fall, it would fall into it first.

However, ordinary small ditches or pits are completely worth mentioning about the footprints of armored vehicles. Even if they are really trapped, there are other vehicles that can drag it out.

The 160-kilometer drive takes at least two hours at the speed of the Toyota SUV, which is the fastest. If it is faster, the four-wheel drive tires will slip.

After all, the snow on the road is very thick. If the convoy ahead had crushed the road, I'm afraid the Toyota Rav4 would not have been able to fly 50 kilometers.

In this environment, it is the most suitable tracked vehicle.

Of course, it's OK to pull a sled or something-

Two hours passed quickly.

The depths of a long ditch that was almost filled with heavy snow barely supported several tents, and one of them was moaned from time to time.

"Hiss! Slow, slower! Are you sure those ants won't drill into my flesh?"

A strong man with a bearded face exposed his chest, and his upper body was covered with crisscrossed skin, which was shocking.

It was supposed to be bleeding continuously, but it seemed that some medicine had been applied, and the blood was stopped, but the wound was extremely terrible.

There was an alcohol stove in the tent, and the faint blue flame emitted not much heat.

A short-bearded Taoist sat cross-legged next to him with a treasure island accent, saying, "Your slogans are very annoying. Don't be so scammers. I'm not a fool. It's such a good bone-eating ants. It took a lot of energy to raise a nest. You are lucky. If you lose a little, haha, wait for death!"

As he said, he pinched a giant black ant with claws and pressed his beard on his beard and helped to close the wound together with his fingers.

Click!

A pair of giant wings pierced the skin on the left and right wounds. The short-bearded Taoist used some method to twist the black ant's body, but the ant head with the giant wings remained on the wound, biting the flesh tightly and not letting go. Only a pair of tentacles were still shaking slightly, showing the strength of vitality.

Each of them has the size of peanuts. It is not only his driving insects, but it can sometimes be used as temporary sutures, which are efficient and fast. Body fluids and mouthparts secretions have bactericidal and anti-inflammatory effects, but it is not very effective in such cold weather.

"Ticket Conductor? Can you still stick with it?"

The tent was suddenly lifted open, the cold wind swept in, and a bald head in a thick robe came in.

Perhaps because of the cold weather, the short-bearded Taoist tilted his hand and pinched another giant black ant that he had pinched had bitten the wrong place, bit on a piece of good flesh, wasting a bone-eroding ant that he had worked hard to cultivate, and said unhappily: "Shut! Don't say hello when you come in, it's a waste of one! This ghost weather is frozen shit!"

"Amitabha, it's Lao Na's recklessness."

The bald man seemed to be a monk, so he quickly apologized.

"I'm not dead yet! The little toast has good medicine, and this guy's ants, it's so amazing!"

Although he lost a lot of blood and the wounds on his body were scary, the bearded man was in good spirits.

"Then Lao Na will feel relieved."

He always calls himself Lao Na, but his bald head looks only in his thirties, and he can't tell where he is old.

"Reinforcements? I can't hold on for too long! This trip is really too weak. Where did the plague god come from? You're going to be crazy!"

The short-bearded Taoist in the treasure island cavity looked unlucky. If it weren't for the cold weather and the snow was deep, his bone-eroding ant colony would have no way to move it, otherwise he wouldn't have used it as a disposable item to stitch (bite) the wound.

This twisting an ant's head is also heartbreaking!

The cost of raising one is at least ten dollars, and it’s a big loss!

"Where did I come from if I don't know, I'll kill you as soon as I meet you. I'm too ruthless. If it weren't for the Black Wizard and Uncle Biao, we would have to fall into this trip! Hiss! Why are it getting colder and colder? Am I going to die?"

The bearded man lying in the tent shivered as he spoke.

"What's the matter? The alcohol stove is gone! Fortunately, I have prepared a lot of solid alcohol."

Baodao's cavity looked to the side, and the weak alcohol stove seemed to be blown out by the cold wind brought in when the bald head, who claimed to be Lao Na, came in, and quickly lit it with a lighter.

"That's good, that's good, what about the others?"

The bearded man was a little worried that he was seriously injured and had no combat power at all. If the others had any good fortune, he might not be able to survive.

"Can you still stop it? It's too cold here. I can't help with the bugs. Even the spider's reaction is slow!"

Baodao's cavity touched the gourd hanging on his chest, inside which was his most beloved baby, the ghost spider.

"The black wizard was slightly injured, but it doesn't matter. Uncle Biao and the Lizhaizhu are dealing with those people. The little tous is resting, and it's time to take over later."

As soon as the bald man who claimed to be old na finished speaking, he heard a few sharp whistles outside the tent, hissing, and various shouts. His face immediately changed and he rushed out.

A gust of cold wind blew out the alcohol stove that had just been lit in the treasure island cavity.

Click, the bone-eroding ant bit the wrong place again.

Baodao looked down and cursed again.

"Stop shit! Decline!"—
Chapter completed!