(BL)(MTL) After the full-level boss strayed into the infinite game

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Chapter 183 Fairy Tale World 7 (1/2)

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The silver-haired wizard chased the young man and the vines for a long distance. He opened his mouth and exhaled a cold breath, which instantly condensed the surrounding water vapor into frost.

Where he passed by, there was a belt of frost and ice under his feet.

Seeing that the vines were moving faster and faster, the silver-haired wizard with a restrained expression subconsciously arched his legs and started to run wildly.

The vines soon came to the ice, and the young man's hands were tightly inserted into the green vines. The thick green juice stained his hands, and the juice slowly dripped on the young man's waist, following the whipped cream. The waistline slid down and disappeared into the waist.

The silver-haired wizard was panting heavily. He stood by the sea, and the sea turned into ice because of his anger.

His master, to be defiled by such a filthy thing.

Damn it.

When the master's curse is lifted, he must kill this damned sea monster that defiled Bai Lixin!

It was midsummer at this time, and in this seaside city full of mysteries and weirdness, people went to bed early at night.

The fog is thick, and the night is covered with white mist, everything is so unreal.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind rolled up and blew open the windows of the tavern.

The bald boss was still sitting in front of the counter with the abacus in his hand, and there was a loud "bang", which blew the wind chimes in the room.

He stopped what he was doing sluggishly, and opened his dark eyes to the door blown open by the wind, "The wind is blowing."

Putting down the abacus in his hands, the bald boss came to the door and was about to close the door, but the cold frost fell on his hands.

The bald boss was slightly taken aback, and looked up at the sky, where countless snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

He stared blankly at the sky for a while, then slowly closed the door, and was about to lock it when a hand suddenly stopped his movement.

Then, a shivering figure walked in with a black cloak wrapped around him.

The man sat down at the table as soon as he came in. The bald boss' expression became more and more dull. He blinked blankly, and then closed the door again.

While locking the lock, he murmured to himself as if no one was around, "Tsk tsk tsk, Midsummer Feixue, which little angel in the sky is crying again?"

After making sure that the door would not be blown open by the wind, the bald boss went back to the counter with his stiff body, turning a blind eye to the black figure who had just walked in, as if the black cloak hadn't appeared.

Two frozen little hands protruded from under the black cloak. They were thin and small, not the size of an adult, but looked like the hands of a seven or eight-year-old child.

Putting his two little hands together and rubbing them together, the little black cloak jumped out of the chair and walked up to the owner of the hotel after the chill on his body was dispelled.

The cloak is small, only about 1.2 meters tall. The pair of pale little hands supported the edge of the counter, and pointed the black hood at the bald boss, "Boss, have you seen my mother?"