A pool of crimson suddenly reflected in the vast snow in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, then strode forward, and sure enough he saw a person lying upside down in the snow.
The man was lying face down motionless, and his originally white Taoist robe with blue edges was stained red by blood, and his original appearance was almost unrecognizable. He hesitated for a moment, then knelt down and gently turned the man over, brushing away the snow flakes from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, revealing a strange and handsome face.
The hero saves the beauty.
Cuan Zhu had such an idea in his mind for some unknown reason. He looked at the Huashan tiger not far away in front of him, which was watching eagerly. He quickly picked up the man with his hands and feet, turned over and flew up to Huashan.