It snowed all day, from morning to evening, and maybe from evening to morning.

Mo Ye, who had been busy outside all day, finally stopped before the night finally swallowed up the last bit of natural light.

"Alright, almost, let's go back to dinner, roast the fire, go to the cold. ”

The clothes on his and Coloss's bodies were covered with a layer of 'white veil', but it was a thin layer of ice and snow.

The inner layer of snow was forced by the body temperature of the two of them to melt into water, but at this time, the temperature outside was too low, and the snow condensed again, coming and going, and the two of them were like wearing a thin layer of ice and snow armor.

After a busy day in such an environment, even a man with iron is about to be unable to bear it, and when he heard Mo Ye's words at this moment, Coulix was like being pardoned.

I don't know how many times he wanted to say the question first, but every time the word came to his lips he swallowed it back.

He couldn't open his mouth.

His figure is much more burly than Mo Ye, and Mo Ye is still in a state of 'early recovery from a serious illness', and Coulix feels that if he speaks before Mo Ye shouts cold and hungry, then it will be too bottom-up.

That's why he's been holding on to it so far.

"Whew~!"

Receiving the 'pardon', Colossus lowered the cannon on his shoulder, and rushed into the temple at a trot.

In the last days, the supplies can be said to be a little less, even the X-Men have to live with calculations, in this wind and snow, it is easy to say that everything else is very scarce, that is, cold clothing and food are very scarce, so these two things have been scientifically distributed.

Warm clothes were worn on Journey, who was in charge of reconnaissance and vigilance, and food was prioritized for Phantom Cats, who were constantly using their abilities to sustain Logan's 'Journey', Professor X, who was a spiritual symbol, and Magneto, who was busy making new weapons.

However, Rao is like this, and these people are just each getting a piece of food the size of a moon cake, and the service is extremely desolate.

But everyone ate happily, and even flickered and sang songs about dry food and hot water around the fire made by the power of the sunspot.

"Yalaso...... That'......."

No, as soon as I entered the door, Mo Xie heard the climax part of a certain song.

Being alone in a foreign land and suddenly hearing the sound of the country should have been enough to make people cry with joy, but Mo Ye covered his face and turned his back silently, waiting until he finished singing with a broken voice before turning back and entering the door.

"I seem to understand that there will be very few lines for Mao to set for her in the original book......"

Mo Xie complained silently, and sat down by the fire with a blushing face amid everyone's cries such as 'One more song!' and 'Well sung!', and these cries suddenly stagnated after he sat down.

It's like someone has turned off a switch.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

"Mr. Mo Xie!"

In embarrassment, the Storm Girl handed a piece of cake of unknown material to Mo Ye, who took it casually, but was not in a hurry to eat it.

Because he saw a machine in the temple.

Drain, excrete, material, turn, transform! machine!

The machine is labeled with such a logo.

Suddenly, he remembered the time when Professor X was fooled into eating a spoonful of 'mashed potatoes' on the plane.

What the hell, do you want to be so honest?!

Pinching the cake of unknown material in his hand, looking at the bright logo on the machine, Mo Xie felt goosebumps on his body rise again and again.

"Thank you. ”

Although he was disgusted in his heart, Mo Xie's politeness on the surface was still sufficient, but when he said the word 'thank you', Storm Girl had already turned her head, but she couldn't see Mo Ye's politeness.

Mo Ye sat on the edge of the fire and roasted the fire for a while before standing up, and on the edge of the fire, only young people were sitting around.

After all, he is a self-proclaimed 'old-timer' figure, and he is not in a proper position to follow a group of 'juniors'.

The old man should be hanging out with the old man, and besides, he still has something to meet with Magneto.

As soon as he got up, he had not yet stepped out of the area where the heat of the flames could radiate into the fire, when he heard singing and laughter behind him.

Mo Xie quickened his pace in this joyful song and laughter.

……

Deep in the temple and leading into the mountain wall, the house is not very large from the outside, but its interior space is not smaller than the previous plane that the X-Men flew in, not to mention the fact that after deciding to defend the place, everyone expanded it.

Don't look at the fact that there are only two people who are busy outside during the day, in fact, the work inside the temple is more tiring than the work outside.

If it weren't for that, they wouldn't have made a flicker sing.

Working people who have been busy all day have the right to be entertained at night.

It's just that there will always be those who will give up this power for one reason or another.

In Magneto's workshop, the electric light is accompanied by the sonorous sound of ping-pong, and the need to hang a 'Do Not Disturb' sign is enough to make anyone consciously retract the steps they shouldn't take.

However, the guest who is visiting now clearly does not have this self-realization.

"Magneto, do you have something new, or do you need any technical support?"

Walking into the workshop that others regarded as a forbidden place, the metal suspended in the air made a way for Mo Xie like a military formation.

At the end of the road, there stood an old man with outstretched arms like Jesus, his expression was serene, and he looked at Mo Ye stunned.

At this moment, Magneto is more like a white-robed Gandalf in a black cloak - Mo Ye can't be blamed for this illusion, after all, it is the same person who plays it.

"I don't have enough materials, I'm out of things anyway. ”

Magneto spoke lightly, and metal particles were constantly colliding and fusing with each other, constantly assembling all kinds of parts, and then assembling all kinds of machines from these parts.

"Now that the raw materials other than rare metals and steel have been almost used, you can still get up to ten weapons of this size of the 'High Pressure Particle Cannon'. ”

Magneto reported a number to Mo Xie, and judging by his face, it was estimated that this was still a conservative estimate.

"It's okay, the defense outside has been basically structured, so let's make more weapons for personal use, such as 'Angel Wings', preferably with a pair. ”

Mo Xie also knew Magneto's difficulties, but unfortunately, he couldn't help him now.

"That ......," Magneto pondered, "I think the rest of the materials are still cost-effective to make 'high-frequency weapons', and our mission is to defend rather than flee for our lives." If everyone has a pair of 'angel wings', then everyone who has not fought will have the idea of running away in their hearts, and we have already lost the battle before it has even begun. ”

"Okay, then so be it. ”

Mo Xie nodded, in fact, he couldn't help at all by staying here, except for helping to translate the Chinese characters that Magneto couldn't understand on the Chinese Simplified Chinese drawings produced by the Holy Text.

A foreign language idiot is so mixed up that he has to help someone translate to eat, and the world is really magically tight.