"Lin Mo!" A girl's voice entered Lin Mo's ears.
He turned around and saw the girl Tom had brought earlier staring at him. "We meet again, Lin Mo!"
"Holy crap!" Lin Mo exclaimed in surprise. "You..."
“Is there a problem? We are all servants of our master, and we have absolute freedom!” the girl said. “I can follow whomever I want. Right now, I want to follow Tomon!”
"Ha!" Before Lin Mo could answer, Tomon shouted, "Kid! That girl has her eye on you, she won't take anyone else!"
"Why don't you be more decisive?" Yin Ban laughed.
"Ha, this kid doesn't know what's good for him!" Tormon roared back. "I think he wants to marry a giantess, not a pretty girl!"
Lin Mo remained silent, slowing his pace forward, while the girl followed closely behind.
The woman claimed to be three years older than Lin Mo. Although she was slightly shorter than Lin Mo, her inner and outer strength was undeniable. She held a sharp scimitar and a long bow, her movements agile and elegant.
In terms of strength, she is at least above a five-star general, clearly surpassing Lin Mo...
Looking at this girl reminded Lin Mo of Zhao Zhilan.
Because these two people have very similar eyes.
"Your name is Lin Mo, right?" The girl continued before Lin Mo could answer, "My name is Zhao Yue'er. I've taken a liking to you and want to be your woman. Hehehe, don't even think about running away!"
Lin Mo, “…”
He shook his head slightly.
Just as he was lost in thought, Lin Mo suddenly remembered something. "Wait, Zhao Yue'er?" he thought, "Isn't Zhao Zhilan's nickname Yue'er?"
Thinking of this, Lin Mo suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhao Yue'er.
"Haha, so you're not a blockhead after all!" Zhao Yue'er laughed. "By the way, can you sing?"
"Ah...maybe!" Lin Mo exclaimed in astonishment.
That look, that expression, that name...
It's most likely Zhao Zhilan!
"My voice isn't deep enough; I'm afraid I won't sing well." However, before the words were even finished, she opened her mouth without hesitation, and her voice flowed like a clear spring, pure and moving. "Ah ah ah, I am a servant of the gods..."
Giantslayer Tomon heard the song and joined in. "We are servants of the gods, coming from our own worlds, we serve the gods," his song echoed in the wind and snow, intertwining with Zhao Yue'er's singing to create a wonderful harmony.
Yin Ban joined in, "Ah, thieves in the mortal world steal forests, steal mountains, steal rivers."
“They built a giant wall and caught all the fish in the stream,” Zhao Yue’er and Tomon’s voices intertwined.
Then, Tomon's son echoed in a low voice, followed by everyone else.
They swung their spears and gently tapped their sturdy shields to the rhythm of the song, singing as they marched...
After she finished singing, Zhao Yue'er suddenly burst into tears, her face streaked with tears.
"Why are you crying?" Lin Mo asked, puzzled.
“I thought of my mother!” Zhao Yue’er said. “Hehe, but that was a long time ago. We shouldn’t live in the past, right?”
Holy crap, that's a blatant hint!
"Yes, live in the moment!" Tormon shouted. "Everyone, speed up, let's reach our destination before dark!"
As they hurried along, the atmosphere between Lin Mo and Zhao Yue'er was very awkward!
As they sped along, an awkward atmosphere permeated the space between Lin Mo and Zhao Yue'er.
They followed closely behind the group, galloping for more than two miles through the swirling snow. The water splashed up by their horses' hooves danced on the icy river surface.
The glacier makes a large bend to the east here, forming a shallow area covered with a thin layer of ice, where horses' hooves tread crisply.
They walked about ten yards before the river gradually deepened, and the sound of their horses' hooves grew muffled. The snow fell even more heavily on the east bank, the snow already reaching the horses' hooves, and the cold wind howled as if to swallow them whole.
As night fell, everything around became blurred, with only the sound of horses' hooves and the cold wind echoing in my ears.
But through the wind and snow, he could see the huge white hills towering above the forest.
As he passed through a grove of pine trees, a crow suddenly swooped down from the treetops, its eyes gleaming with cunning, and let out a piercing caw.
"Has a battle already taken place?" Lin Mo couldn't help but wonder.
They silently circled around the foot of the mountain and quietly chose the shortcut on the south slope that led to the summit.
At the bottom of the hill, Lin Mo's gaze inadvertently fell upon a dead horse, half-hidden beneath the pristine snow, like a forgotten wreck. Its abdomen was ripped open, its intestines spilling out like frozen snakes, winding across the snow—a gruesome sight.
Even more tragically, one of the horse's legs was missing.
Continuing onward, more horse carcasses were scattered on the hillside, their legs strangely twisted, their lifeless eyes staring blankly out.
"These... are all mounts of the Xuanhua Palace disciples!" Lin Mo thought to himself.
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