Mo Qiu shook his head, thinking to himself: There is nothing impossible in the world!

This was said by Mo Qiu's father, and he never made a mistake.

The two ate something, and then continued the boring chase.

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This is the first time Feng Xiaohan has worn shoes, stepping in the snow, and he is a little uncomfortable for a while.

But he soon got used to the feeling – the warmth of the soles of his feet. Even the speed of the journey is much faster.

He Xirou was wearing an animal skin coat, wrapping herself tightly, revealing only a beautiful face, still very cold, but already much better.

She saw that Feng Xiaohan was bare-armed, open-minded, probably because she had grown taller in the past six months, her pants were also a little short, exposing her ankles, but she could be calm in the snowfield, as if the oncoming cold wind and blizzard were just a slightly heavier summer rain.

"What did this kid grow up eating?"

He Xirou thought that she had already gotten used to it, but she couldn't help but be surprised, and said in her heart: "He was not beaten by iron, but by pure gold and mythril!"

The cold wind howls and the blizzard rages.

Feng Xiaohan gritted his teeth and walked forward, then closed his eyes and walked into the darkness.

At this time, the sky had completely turned dark, and there was no light, so it could be said that I could not see my fingers.

But at this point, Feng Xiaohan is not afraid, if his injuries can be better, maybe he will set up an ambush here and fight with the other party again.

Blind combat with his eyes closed was a skill he had cultivated in the polar night of winter, and no one in the Savage Domain was qualified to fight him in this kind of weather except for the black demon bats and those high-level demon beasts who had cultivated their divine sense.

It's an absolute self-confidence,

It is the fundamental reason why he dared to walk into the plains of wind and snow.

He Xirou stuck to his back tightly, although the cold was unbearable, but there was a passage in the Tang Taoist Dictionary that specifically moistened the sea and dantian with cold air, and recited this Taoism silently, but he didn't feel so cold.

She suddenly noticed that Feng Xiaohan had changed direction, and under the extreme night blizzard, she suddenly changed direction, wouldn't it be easier to get lost?

Then, Ho noticed that one of his hands had left the crook of his leg, and at the same time he picked up his speed and trotted forward.

Then he leaned down slightly, probably reaching forward and grabbing it, or swinging his fist.

Sure enough, a slight vibration came from him, and the speed was also paused, and there was a slight sound.

It's like the sound of a village woman slapping a dusty quilt with a stick.

Then he ran in the same direction as before, but with something more in his hand.

When he regained his previous direction, he dug a hole in the snow.

This time the snow cave was relatively large, and it took a lot of time.

He Xirou thought that he was tired and wanted to rest, but there was a strange sound of "電~" in his ears, and he saw a handful of sparks suddenly emit from the snow cave, and then this moment of light.

She saw Feng Xiaohan holding the barren sword in his left hand, placing it on his lap, and holding something in his right hand and gently slashing across the sword.

The sound rose again, and sparks flowed.

This time, He Xirou saw it more clearly.

There was a bunch of strange things in front of Feng Xiaohan, and there was a shadow behind him, which should have been picked up at that time, but I don't know what it was for.

Look at the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, that smug expression, as if picking up a treasure.

The sound rang out seven times, and the sparks burst out seven times.

When he continued to the eighth time, he heard a soft "poof" sound, and a flame ignited in front of him, lighting up the snow cave.

He Xirou's eyes widened, and she was pleasantly surprised to know how he did it.

Feng Xiaohan's expression was serious, and he sighed softly at the faint spark, He Xirou held his breath, for fear that his weak snort would affect the burning of the flames.

The flames grew stronger and stronger, and there was a smell of burning hair in the snow cave, which was a little unpleasant, but in the face of the light, these were nothing.

Only then did she see clearly that Feng Xiaohan's animal skin jacket was lying flat on the ground, and a pile of fluff was burning, and these smells were emitted by it.

Feng Xiaohan's hand was holding the wolf tooth pendant that had been around his neck, and it turned out that he was using the hard wolf tooth to rub against the uneven surface of the desolate sword to replace the flint.

It is indeed clever to start a fire with hair, but at best it can only be regarded as a fire starter, and it cannot be burned for a long time without dry wood and charcoal.

I saw that the light of the fire grew stronger, illuminating everything in the cave.

Behind Feng Xiaohan lay a demon beast, it should be a wolf, with thick white fluff, and I don't know what breed it is.

And what he used as the main fuel was an object about three feet long, which made a "crackling" sound in the fire.

It should be a piece of wood.

He Xirou guessed what it was.

The only wooden products on the two of them are Changmingzong's waist card, his cut short wood, and finally ......

The scabbard of the Aragian.

It was a scabbard made by Chen Feng himself, and there was a bamboo leaf mark on it, and it was all something that could be used as a token of Qingzhu Peak, which could be seen how much the master valued him.

What a pity that Rou Xiu's eyebrows raised slightly, and he was about to be angry, he disrespected the teacher like this, this is a big sin. But looking at the only fire in this world, a sudden feeling suddenly arose in my heart, and countless emotions turned into a helpless sigh.

Feng Xiaohan didn't know what she was thinking, thinking that this sigh was just a little sad because she thought that she would face a long polar night after that.

Feng Xiaohan said: "People have to live in the moment, and it is useless to think about other things, at least we have a fire now, not anything." ”

Although they didn't think the same thing, what he said was all applicable.

He Xirou nodded slightly, looked at the firelight, and did not speak.

She is not an ordinary little girl, afraid of the dark and afraid to spend the night alone. But I never thought that the world without a glimmer of light was so terrifying, the dark night went straight to the bottom of my heart like a devil's claws, and it was hard to imagine how long she could hold on to the torture of endless darkness without Feng Xiaohan by her side.

The most inspiring thing in the world is undoubtedly a ray of light in the darkness, a fire in the middle of winter, and a kind smile from others when you are lonely.

He Xirou's mood is very good, and her eyes are much softer.

But that's not the end of it.

Because Feng Xiaohan cut two pieces of meat from the wolf's leg, passed through it with a Xilin small sword, and put it on the fire to bake.

The tempting aroma came to their nostrils, making the two who hadn't eaten cooked food for a long time swallow their saliva.

At this time, He Xirou found that there were two blood marks on Feng Xiaohan's shoulder, and the blood had coagulated, I don't know if it was naturally healed or frozen by the wind and snow.

"The wooden material of this scabbard is obviously extraordinary, and it seems that it should be able to burn for a long time, which is a good thing. ”

Feng Xiaohan handed the short sword to He Xirou, and said with a smile: "Chef Feng personally cooks the five-minute cooked wolf leg meat, do you want to have some?"

He Xirou glanced at him, took off one of the pieces, and said, "It's all at this time, you can still tell jokes." ”

When she took it, her hand suddenly shrank, and she almost threw the meat out. Obviously, it was burned, but as soon as the vitality entered the fingers, the feeling of burning hands disappeared suddenly, and only the aroma of barbecue remained.

Feng Xiaohan didn't chew and swallow slowly like her, but swallowed the piece of meat in one bite, thinking that it tasted good, at least he didn't lose the skills of his twelve years of barbecue career.

Then he cut several more pieces of flesh and burned them on his sword.

The slices of meat are very thin, so they cook quickly, and after He Xirou finished eating that piece of meat, she was just ready to eat the next slice.

This made her feel better, and a slight smile appeared in the corners of her eyes.

"Last time, you made the best black chicken and bamboo shoot soup for me, and this time I will make the only barbecue for you, which is a courtesy. ”

Feng Xiaohan said with a smile: "When you are trying to survive by any means and finally can't hold on, it is a good choice to have such a warm little dinner." ”

Survival in danger is for survival.

To have fun in suffering, to know how to please yourself, and to face even the most dangerous situations calmly, this is life.

That's how life is interesting.

But it's very difficult to do that, and very few people have that kind of state of mind.

This is where Guo Mingzhe takes a fancy to him...... A boy who can live in the Savage Realm!

He Xirou raised her head slightly, her gaze moving from the firelight to his face.

The clean face was a little dark under the yellowish firelight, but it showed a bit of maturity, and the eyebrows and eyes were full of calmness that did not match his age.

There was a firelight reflected in his eyes, deep and bright.

It seems that there are too many interesting stories, and I don't know where to start, so they all turn into a smile that curls up slightly on the corners of my mouth.

Her gaze softened......