Chapter 2217: London Popsicle

Ron is probably the second human in the world to have seen London icicles.
The huge and crystal-clear ice enveloped the entire city and went straight into the sky from the bottom up. As for the damage on that side, it also made it a little more asymmetrical.
Of course, Ron saw it, but he didn't have much room to admire the magnificent beauty of this city of icicles. Because he only felt that he was really about to die.
I don't know what happened to the air flow controlled by the dead wind, which seems to contain an erosive force against the soul. This power certainly has no effect on demons, but for ordinary wizards like Ron, the full contact along the way has already caused him great pain.
At this moment, when the dead wind finally landed in front of this city of London, and after the airflow surrounding Ron was drawn away, Ron immediately collapsed softly.
Seeing the dead wind, he couldn't help lifting his right foot and gently dialed his calf, casually said:
"How is it? Not dead yet?"
Ron heard the sentence, but he had no energy to answer it at this moment. He could only lie on the ground and gasp vigorously to indicate that he was at least angry.
It seems to confirm that most of Ron will not really die here, and the dead wind is also relieved, but he is not in a hurry to drag the half-dead Ron to meet the owner. He just looked around and saw that the living corpses around him were still turning around according to the set route, and then nodded slightly.
This piece of land in the southern suburbs is his territory. Of course, he doesn’t want anything wrong with his territory-the owner sometimes walks from him when he enters and exits the city, especially since the last powerful human witch. After that, the number of times the owner came in and out from here was obviously more.
Thinking of this, he turned to look at the entrance to the city.
It can be seen that the hole in the ice wall that was originally frozen into the wall by the ice was pulled out by the witch, and now it has become a channel similar to the Chenger eight classics of the city gate. Go straight from this tall and spacious passage, and you can walk directly to the square in front of the owner's palace.
There is no doubt about the importance of this entrance, so the dead wind of being trusted by the owner and entrusted with the task of guarding the main entrance, even feels very proud and proud.
However, he soon saw that his eyes left at the main entrance again, and hurriedly glanced around there. Obviously, what he wanted to check was not the entrance of the passage, but there was still something else.
Suddenly, the seemingly aware of the dead wind suddenly raised his head and looked over the doorway. Then he saw that a thin figure appeared silently from the blue and white ice wall, and after a slight jump, it steadily fell on the road in front of the main entrance passage. on.
"Dead Wind, returned so quickly? Didn't "return" under the devil's hands?"
Looking at the thin figure, while talking in a strange tone, and walking briskly towards himself, the dead wind felt a little uncomfortable.
The emotions of the living corpse are not without, but except for some negative extreme emotions, most of them are lacking, so they often seem a bit cold. But somehow, after listening to the other person’s words, the dead wind felt a little uncomfortable-this guy’s human language did not learn well by himself, but his wisdom was not worse than himself, maybe, probably, maybe even better than himself Be stronger.
Just like now, the discourse of this product is very jerky, but it is mixed with some cleverness, and the words are more ridiculous.
As for the word "return", there is nothing surprising-the living corpses did not die, because they were just corpses, and even if they were defeated, they were just "returning" to a corpse. Even under the lead-gray clouds, as long as the remains are still intact, they are likely to "live" again after a period of time.
Of course, when the time comes, it can only be restored to the most common living corpse again, and even the memory will be greatly damaged and even completely disappeared. For each individual, the difference from human death is not as great as it seems.
Therefore, the term "return" is probably the most harsh curse against living corpses.
However, in the face of this guy's words, besides a little uncomfortable, Dead Wind did not have much resentment. After glaring fiercely at the opponent, he waved at the guy:
"Bing Leng, you continue to stay here for a while. After I send this'Mr. Weasley' to the master's side, I will come back and ask you to change my post."
Since the dead wind that was originally responsible for this territory outside the "main entrance" was going out to perform tasks, then naturally there are other high-level living corpses that are required to guard it. Although his mouth is very poisonous, his strength is not to be underestimated. The icicles in the city of London are covering him now, and this guy can also show his strength.
Before the dead wind went out to perform the mission, the opponent was originally responsible for the giant gap guard on the north side, which shows that the master also quite recognized his combat ability.
So the idea of ​​the dead wind is actually very simple. The person approved by the owner is his companion. And companions, naturally there is no need to worry too much.
"Well, the master is in the hall."
"Bing Leng" nodded his head, but did not ridicule him any more, but looked at the human who collapsed at the foot of the dead wind with a little curiosity, and then pouted.
"The weak."
That being said, Bing Leng was obviously not sure what task the master had assigned to Dead Wind, so he didn't care too much about Ron's weak strength. Only after saying something disdainfully, UU read www.uukanshu.com and waved towards the dead wind:
"Go ahead! The master you came back must already know, don't delay the master's time-maybe the master will go out later!"
"Also," Deathwind said, nodding immediately. "Can't you let the master wait for me... Hey, Weasley, get up! The rest is almost the same, it's time to enter the city."
That's what the dead wind said, but with this effort, where can Ron recover? However, under the urging of the other party, he dared not continue to lie down and pretend to die, and could only work hard to support himself and climb up from the ground. Just look at his dangling look, afraid that he might fall again when a gust of wind blows.
Disgusting afterwards, rising from Ron's soul, his body was sore and weak, and it made him secretly miserable in his heart.
But now, he finally had the experience to raise his head and glance at the city of London that should be familiar.
"Uh... uh? What a big popsicle!"
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