Chapter 2218

Ron is probably the second man in the world to see the London icicle with his own eyes.

The huge and crystal cold ice shrouded the whole city and went up to the sky from bottom to top. As for the damage on that side, it also makes it more asymmetric.

Of course, Ron saw it, but now he doesn't have much margin to enjoy the magnificent beauty of today's icicle city. Because he just felt that he was really going to die.

I don't know what the airflow controlled by the dead wind is, which seems to contain an erosive force against the soul. With this power, it must not have much effect on the devil, but if an ordinary wizard like Ron, the full contact along the way has made him very painful.

At this moment, when the wind of the dead corpse finally landed in front of the city of London and pumped away the air wrapped around Ron, Ron immediately collapsed with weakness.

Seeing the dead wind, he raised his right foot and gently pulled his lower leg, saying:

"How's it going? Aren't you dead yet?"

Ron heard this, but he didn't have the strength to answer at the moment. He could only lie on the ground and breathe hard to indicate that he was at least breathing.

It seems to be confirmed that most of Ron will not really die here. Dead wind is relieved. He is not in a hurry. He will drag the half dead Ron to meet his master. He just looked around, looked at the living corpses around, and his men were still walking back and forth according to the set route, which made him nod a little.

The inner suburb of the Southern District is his territory. Of course, he doesn't want anything wrong with his territory - the master sometimes goes in and out of the city from him, especially since the powerful human witch came last time, the master obviously goes in and out more times.

Thinking of this, he turned and looked at the entrance of the city.

It can be seen that the hole pulled out by the witch on the ice wall that was originally frozen into a wall by the cold ice has now become a serious passage similar to the city gate. Go straight ahead from this tall and spacious passage, and you can go directly to the square in front of the master's palace.

There is no doubt about the importance of this entrance, so the dead wind, who is trusted by the master and entrusted with the task of guarding the main gate, even feels very proud.

However, he soon saw his line of sight at the main door and then left, glancing around. Obviously, what he wanted to see was not the entrance of the channel, but still something else.

Suddenly, I seemed to notice something dead wind. Suddenly, I raised my head and looked over the door opening. Then he saw that a thin figure appeared silently from the blue and white ice wall, and after a slight jump, it fell steadily on the road in front of the main entrance.

"Dead wind, is it back so soon? Is it not 'back' under the hands of the devil?"

Looking at the thin figure, he spoke strangely and walked briskly to himself. Dead wind felt a little uncomfortable.

The emotions of the living corpse are not absent, but most of them are lacking except some negative and extreme emotions, so they often appear a little cold. But somehow, after listening to each other's words, dead wind felt a little uncomfortable - this guy didn't learn human language well, but his wisdom was no worse than himself, and maybe even stronger than himself.

For example, now, the words of these goods are very astringent, but they are mixed with some little cleverness, and they say more with a bit of irony.

As for the word "return", it's not surprising - the living corpses are not dead, because they are just corpses. Even if they fail, they just "return" to a corpse again. Even under the lead gray clouds, as long as the remains are still intact enough, they are likely to "live" again after a period of time.

Of course, at that time, it can only be restored to the most common living corpse again, and even the memory will be greatly incomplete or even disappear completely. For every individual, the difference between death and human death is not as great as it seems.

Therefore, the word "return" is probably the most mean curse against the living corpse at present.

However, in the face of this guy's words in front of him, the dead wind didn't have much resentment except for some discomfort. After giving the other party a hard stare, he waved his hand at the guy and said:

"Bingling, keep here for a while. When I send this' Mr. Weasley 'to the master, I'll come back to change your post."

Since the dead wind who was originally responsible for the territory outside the "main gate" went out to perform tasks, it is natural that there should be other high-level corpses to guard here. In front of him, this fellow called "Bingling" has a poisonous mouth, but his strength can not be underestimated. Moreover, now that the city of London is shrouded in icicles, this guy can give full play to his strength.

Before dead wind went out to perform the task, the other party was responsible for the guard of the huge gap in the north. It can be seen that the master also recognized his combat ability.

So the idea of dead wind is actually very simple. The person recognized by the master is his companion. And with companions, naturally there is no need to worry too much.

"Well, the master is in the hall."

The "ice edge" nodded and didn't ridicule him any more, but looked at the human collapsed at the foot of the dead wind with some curiosity, and then turned his mouth.

"The weak."

Having said that, Bing Leng obviously didn't know what task the master sent to dead wind, so he didn't care too much about Ron's weak strength. After saying something disdainfully, he waved to the dead wind and said:

"Go quickly! The master must have known about your return. Don't delay the master's time - maybe the master will go out again later!"

"Yes," said the dead wind, nodding immediately, "you can't let the master wait for me... Hey, Weasley, get up! It's almost time to rest. It's time to enter the city."

That's what the dead wind said, but with this Kung Fu, Ron can't recover. But at the urging of the other party, he didn't dare to continue to lie down and dress to death. He had to try to prop up his body and get up from the ground. Just looking at his staggering appearance, I'm afraid he'll fall again when a gust of wind blows.

Waves of nausea were rising from Ron's soul, and his whole body was weak and weak, which made him cry in his heart.

But now, he finally had the experience and looked up at the familiar city of London.

"Huh... Huh? What a big popsicle!"