Wen Yiming stood at the head, turned on the aura sharing, and looked at a group of strangers with obvious hostility and high vigilance in their eyes, and the two sides were only ten meters apart.

The group was covered in shabby coats sewn from raw fur, crudely handmade, and only a close-fitting one, with most of their bronze skin exposed to the icy wind.

Their faces were haggard and tired, and they could see that the physical exertion was quite enormous, and the shoes on their feet were not shoes at all, but were made entirely of simple grass and trees.

Their biggest characteristic is that they are very short, about 1.5 meters, but they are extremely sturdy.

The leader of the group exhaled a thick hot breath with the wings of his nose, and his face was unkempt, and if he did not look at his bone age, he looked like a beggar of forty years old.

Could this be interracial?

The tall figure of the dragon soul almost looked down on the other party, and even Zhong Xiaoshan and Saiyaren were slightly taller than them.

After the three-element spirit gathering needle, the figures of the two of them are slowly changing, and now they are more than one meter six.

Wen Yiming was only a little vigilant in his heart, and he had no fear, this group of short men and the refugees in the border area were very imaginative, but the combat power was really on par with cultivation, or even higher, and it was not easy to be able to travel overnight in the fourth-level ice.

You must know that he and the dragon soul don't seem to wear much, but they have no less than rare-level armor inside, and most of them are still epic-level equipment, which can't be compared at all.

Of course, as an alien race living in the northern ice field, it is not surprising that he has this ability, Wen Yiming said secretly, as long as the other party does not take the initiative to initiate a conflict, he is willing to automatically retreat, this place seems to be deserted, and there is no life for thousands of miles, in fact, he should be more cautious, and now it is not him who eats with one mouth.

Wen Yiming signaled everyone to return to the tent to make way for the group of strangers who were hurrying in the midnight icy wind.

They retreated, and the thick-bearded man at the head stood for a long time, startled by the cough of a man lying behind him, and then hunched over and continued to move forward.

After passing the tent, the fifth autumn girl opened the sword gall and piano heart, and sat by the tent curtain with Wen Yiming, the man's eyes swept over a row of specially made tents, a trace of envy flashed in his eyes, and he quickly hid it, more of a loneliness, Wen Yiming could faintly feel a touch of sadness in the ice wind.

"Ahem, cough, cough"

A middle-aged man on the simple sled board coughed violently, and one of them followed closely and said, "Taira, stop, let the second uncle rest, he can't stand it." ”

The man in front of him hesitated a little, glanced at Wen Yiming not far away, quickly took off the fur on his body, and threw it to the person who spoke with his backhand, with a dignified voice, and said, "Wrap it in the second uncle, wait a while!"

He **** his body, waiting for the man to wrap the coughing middle-aged man tightly, frowning, leaning over and gritting his teeth.

Fifth Qiu Wan pinched Wen Yiming's hand, and her eyelashes with a few strands of wind and snow trembled, and sympathy flashed in her beautiful eyes.

With a sword and a gall, Wen Yiming could feel the emotions of the beauties beside him, staring closely at a group of dwarves as he turned around, hurrying with difficulty, after a few thoughts, he said loudly: "Friend, do you need help?"

The leader of the man looked forward and said without looking back: "No!"

The dwarves' voices and intonation were peculiar, as if they echoed with a hint of reverberation, and the words swirled in their throats.

The man's tone was very stubborn, with a hint of hatred, and as soon as he took a step, the middle-aged man on the sleigh coughed violently again.

He paused, hung his head as if to breathe, but his cheeks bulged high, and he pulled up the green tendons and extended them to his neck.

Wen Yiming could hear his clucking teeth, and then seemed to have a lot of courage, put down the rope on his shoulder and the unconscious man on his back, put it together with the two people lying on the sled, and then hugged the three people behind him tacitly, and surrounded the middle three.

They took a small bag from the sleigh and poured out a few pieces of pitch-black ore, and the **** man encouraged Zhenyuan to rub the ore, and after a while, the ore revealed a touch of fire, and it exuded warmth in the ice wind.

The members of the Dragon Soul all walked out, and the group of people had a wary look in their eyes.

The three people who were surrounded in the center seemed to enjoy the warmth, much better, the coughing middle-aged man opened his mouth slightly, and gasped: "Taira, don't waste the warm fire mud, leave us alone, go home!"

After saying that, he coughed again and closed his eyes tiredly.

Soon, the so-called warm fire mud had no fire, and they seemed to have no warm fire mud anymore, so they could only huddle together tightly to shield the three people in the middle from the ice wind.

The man kept an eye on Wen Yiming and the others, looking at the night sky from time to time, as if calculating how long the midnight ice wind would last.

Wen Yiming sent a message to everyone back to the tent to rest, because the group of dwarves was obviously nervous.

And he walked over slowly with the fifth autumn girl, the **** man's deep and haggard eyes became sharp, stared at Wen Yiming closer, and slowly stood up.

"Don't get me wrong!" Fifth Autumn Girl grabbed Wen Yiming, took out a bag from the Void Stone Ring, and smiled.

The man didn't let his guard down, I don't know if the Fifth Autumn Cross was more acceptable, he saw that Wen Yiming's gaze was still so fierce, and he was obviously a lot less hostile to the Fifth Autumn Crossbow.

The fifth autumn girl pursed her lips and smiled at Wen Yiming, Wen Yiming consciously took a step behind, and said: "Be careful, these people have a primitive ferocity!"

He knew that Fifth Qiu Wan was kind-hearted, and after pinching his hand several times, he decided to do so, Shu Yilan's eyes when he looked at him at that time were not overflowing with sympathy, he actually didn't want to be nosy.

If it is a so-called alien race, it is enough for him to hold on to the farmer's reminder, after all, humans and aliens have a grudge for thousands of years, which is a danger that cannot be ignored.

But he finally acquiesced to the behavior of the second daughter, but he also had to follow along, the forging body of the half-step martial arts general of the alien race, one move can kill the fifth autumn crossbow, so he didn't let Shu Yilan follow, the cultivation was too low.

When the fifth autumn girl approached ten meters, the **** man's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he shouted: "Get out!"

Wen Yiming frowned, and he was about to return with the fifth autumn crossbow, so he didn't want to be a good person in this kind of place.

Fifth Qiu Wan tightened his hand again, with a pleading in his eyes, then squatted down, put the bag on the ground, took out a few thick quilts and a few bottles of ice resistance and put them together, and said softly: "We have no malice!"

The man looked at a large pile of items on the ground, licked his shriveled lips, and looked at the fifth autumn girl with a strange gaze, and his breathing was quite heavy.

Wen Yiming returned with the Fifth Autumn Girl, and then returned to the tent to rest.

His aura of concentration was not closed, and for a long time, the **** man squatted down and continued to huddle together, not stepping forward to move the items not far away, but his eyes were a little contentious.

Eventually, after a few coughs, he clenched his fists, looked at the tent in the distance with complicated eyes, and retrieved all the items, but did not use them.

His eyes seemed to flicker with memories, and his hands kept shaking.

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