Qin Moyu switched places with Shen Mo, looking at them with a determined gaze, urging Shen Mo behind her to hurry up.
“But…” Shen Mo naturally knew that it would be better for Qin Moyu to handle the current situation. Reason and emotion were locked in a tug-of-war in his mind, and he hesitated.
"No buts." Qin Moyu's attitude was unusually firm. He shoved Shen Mo hard and said without turning his head, "The sooner you destroy the formation, the safer I'll be!"
Once the formation is gone, the Extreme Cold Clan will naturally no longer be controlled by the Heavenly Dao.
Shen Mo glanced at Qin Moyu, gritted his teeth, turned around, and rushed into the array base.
Hurry! Hurry up! As long as he breaks the formation quickly enough, Mo Yu won't get hurt.
As Shen Mo's figure disappeared into the snowstorm, Qin Moyu faced the Extreme Cold Clan head-on.
Qin Moyu, who is burdened with the Red Lotus Karmic Flame, need not worry about their Red Lotus Karmic Flame. Although the Extreme Cold Clan has no self-awareness, they still retain their fighting instincts.
Most of the spells Qin Moyu knew were ineffective against them. Fortunately, apart from the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, they only had some basic martial arts skills left, which allowed Qin Moyu to fight and retreat, barely managing to hold them off.
"bend over."
Yu's voice suddenly rang out, and Qin Moyu subconsciously did as she was told, dodging the punch from the other side.
She had lived with them in this icy and snowy place for so many years. Regardless of their relationship before their deaths, they were already family who knew each other best, so she naturally knew all the moves and methods.
"left."
"Attack the three inches."
"Right leg."
With Yu's guidance, Qin Moyu turned the tide, and they began to retreat steadily.
Yu's soul fragments watched everything happening outside from the depths of Qin Moyu's soul. If she could appear now, she would surely see a gentle smile on Qin Moyu's eternally icy face.
She still remembers how excited they were when they learned of Qin Moyu's existence.
They said they were all the child's elders, and although they could only give a little, they would teach the child everything they knew if the child wanted to learn.
In these long years, Qin Moyu's arrival was like a spring breeze, bringing them hope for life in the cold winter.
"If he is born, I will take him to the mountaintop to see the snow."
"Go away, what's so interesting about snow? I'm going to carve him an igloo, I guarantee it'll be big and spacious."
“I still remember some things, and I can tell him many stories, and I can talk about them for a long time.”
"I……"
They painted a vibrant future for the child, but when they learned that he could leave the frigid land, they all chose to let him go.
They said:
"Little one, grow up happily."
Then see the world on their behalf, see this colorful and magnificent world.
Oh no!
Qin Moyu was not good at close combat, and even with Yu's guidance, he was bound to make mistakes. Seeing that he had no choice but to take the punch, he subconsciously raised his hand to resist and closed his eyes tightly.
The enormous fist, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, blew aside the stray hairs on his forehead, before finally landing gently on his forehead.
"Closing your eyes during a match isn't a good habit, little one."
A cheerful voice rang out in front of him, and Qin Moyu opened his eyes in surprise. Their expressions were all different.
But their eyes both held the same gentleness and kindness.
Perhaps sometimes, we have more love than we imagine.
93. Chapter Ninety-Three (Final Chapter) The wind and snow will remember...
"This little guy's hits pretty hard." The man with cat ears grimaced and touched his arm. He was the one who traded blows to find Qin Moyu's weakness. Although he was beaten by the junior, he showed no displeasure. Instead, he was happy that Qin Moyu was able to withstand his attack.
Yes, as expected of the junior I acknowledge!
Unfortunately, there are always people who can't stand him and want to say something sarcastic.
"Hmph, with your pathetic skills, I could pin you down with a single finger." The speaker was another woman with a beard, who seemed to look down on the man who had just spoken.
"Hey! Linniang, what do you mean?! You want to fight, huh?!"
"Fine, I'll fight! I've disliked you for a long time!"
The two were on the verge of a fight at the slightest disagreement, while those around them either laughed or sighed, seemingly used to it all along.
These elders, old enough to be Qin Moyu's great-great ...
In short, the two of them making a scene actually made the atmosphere more harmonious.
Qin Moyu felt the fragments of Yu deep within his soul vibrating violently. After a few breaths, they floated out of his sea of consciousness and coalesced into their original form.
"Mother," Qin Moyu called softly, her face beaming with undisguised joy.
Yu gently stroked Qin Moyu's hair, her expression tender.
Just as Qin Moyu was about to say something, he heard a loud bang behind him, as if the earth were shaking. The bang even caused an avalanche on the nearby mountain.