Pamir Plateau.

The other side.

In the desolate snowfield, two figures were wandering aimlessly with their heads down.

As Si Xiaonan walked, he rubbed the snow on the ground with the tip of his shoes out of boredom and couldn't help but yawning with his hands covering his mouth.

"Leng Xuan, we have been moving at full speed for so long, isn't it time to sit down and take a break?" Si Xiaonan blinked.

"Well, I'm a little tired too." Leng Xuan replied without changing his expression.

"Do you have any dry food with you?"

"……No."

"Then let's look around to see if there's anything to eat."

Si Xiaonan's gaze looked around and fell on a gray-white felt tent at the foot of a distant mountain. It looked very similar to a yurt, but it had a more distinctive ethnic flavor.

Outside the yurt, there were a few cows and sheep tied up, shaking their heads leisurely.

Si Xiaonan and Leng Xuan looked at each other and nodded in tacit understanding.

The two men approached the yurt quickly and silently.

At this moment, a herdsman happened to walk out from behind the door of the yurt. He was slightly stunned when he saw the two people suddenly appear at his doorstep.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

He subconsciously took a step back and stretched out his hands to protect the three children behind him.

The three children were all very cute. They were wearing bright ethnic minority costumes, and their big, black, pure eyes were looking at the two uninvited guests curiously.

Si Xiaonan frowned.

She reached out and touched her nose. "Kill them all."

Leng Xuan's figure left a trail of afterimages, and he knocked out everyone in the yurt at a speed that was impossible for anyone to react to. He then kicked over the big pot in the middle of the yurt, spilling all the goat milk inside, simulating the sound of blood splattering.

After hearing the sound of several heavy objects falling to the ground, Si Xiaonan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She bent down helplessly and bowed apologetically to the fainted herdsman and three children. Then she quickly took a few flatbreads and a pot of liquor on the table, and took out a hundred-dollar bill from her pocket and placed it on the table.

After doing all this, Si Xiaonan gave Leng Xuan a look, and they both retreated from the felt tent at the same time.

"Don't leave any traces, let's burn down the house together." Si Xiaonan touched his nose again.

"good."

Leng Xuan pretended to move his hand with Loki's ear closer to the fire, pretending that the yurt had been burned down, and then turned and left.

It's not that they want to make things so troublesome, but they have no choice.

Loki's Ear is on Leng Xuan's hand, which means that Loki, who is far away in Asgard, can monitor the movements here at any time. Once he feels that something is wrong, he can instantly kill Si Xiaonan, with whom he has planted a soul contract.

Faced with a suspicious god of trickery, the two had to deal with everything with the utmost caution... For example, no one who had seen their true appearance could be left alive.

After getting the food, the two of them started their journey of playing badly again.

While munching on a sesame bun, Si Xiaonan rubbed the ground vigorously with his feet, making the sound of someone running hard.

Leng Xuan swung his right hand wildly with an expressionless face, letting the whistling wind blow through the ear of Loki on the back of his hand. He didn't care whether Loki would be annoyed by the sound, because it was left by him anyway.

It seems like it would be nice to disturb Loki's good mood, right?

Suddenly, Si Xiaonan seemed to sense something and nudged Leng Xuan with his hand. The latter immediately understood, stopped swinging his right hand, and touched the belt behind him. The next moment, two ancient muskets appeared in his hands.

Si Xiaonan's eyes swept around and finally stopped at nothingness, narrowing their eyes slightly.

"Hide your head and show your tail?"

"Huh? You can spot me?" A man in black emerged from the void, speaking fluent English mixed with surprise, "As expected of Loki's agent... Your vigilance is not comparable to that of Gaia's agents."

Si Xiaonan frowned even more tightly.

She had lived in Asgard for so long that she could certainly understand English, but the accent of the man in front of her seemed a little strange.

"Don't be nervous. My name is Singh. I'm from the Indian Temple of the Gods. I'm the agent of the demon god Asura." The man took the initiative to extend his palm and said with a smile, "You are also sent by Asgard to find Kunlun Mountain and explore the truth about the Great Xia God, right?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Si Xiaonan replied coldly.

"We can join forces." Singer said sincerely, "In the early years, when Lord Loki came to the Temple of Heaven to deliver a message for Asgard, he met the person I represented a few times. We are friends. In addition, now that the four major kingdoms have joined forces, we are now allies.

Allies should help each other, right? "

Looking at Singh's smiling face, Si Xiaonan not only did not feel comfortable, but instead felt like being stared at by a poisonous snake.

There is something wrong with this man.

Si Xiaonan was about to refuse, but after thinking carefully for a moment, he fell silent.

Now it seems that not only Asgard, but other kingdoms of gods have also sent agents to sneak into the Pamir Plateau, trying to find out the true strength of the God of Daxia by entering the Kunlun Mountains. Although she and Leng Xuan are playing badly now, that can only deceive the eyes of Asgard. The spies of the other major kingdoms of gods will still pose a threat to Daxia.

But what if... she is secretly tripping up other agents?

One trick after another flashed through Si Xiaonan's mind.

"Okay." Si Xiaonan changed his original indifference and smiled, "Then let's join forces."

She held Singh's right hand.

Singh's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. He smiled and said, "Since we are allies, shouldn't we tell each other our names?"

"Loki's agent, Si Xiaonan."

Singh looked at Leng Xuan behind her.

"He is not an agent, but just my servant, and a mute." Si Xiaonan said without changing his expression.

Leng Xuan looked down at his toes and remained silent.

…

The faint light of dawn tore through the darkness and slowly rose from the end of the horizon.

On the cliff of the snowfield, Lin Qiye opened his eyes again and looked at the ground below him, with a complex look in his eyes.

At the bottom of the cliff, a one-eyed boy in winter clothes finished a bite of compressed biscuits, raised his head calmly, and looked up at the nearly vertical cliff in front of him.

He stretched out his hand and was about to touch the surface of the cliff when a voice came faintly from the top of the cliff that was so high that the top was invisible.

"I advise you to take a rest before climbing this mountain."

Hearing Lin Qiye's voice, Lu Baoyou paused, narrowed his eyes slightly, and shook his head.

"unnecessary."