Yuan Qinqin didn't know that her friend was in dire straits now, and she herself was no better.

The wind on this mountain blew people's footsteps erratically, and Yuan Qinqin felt that if it weren't for his heavy tonnage, he might not be able to hold this force at all.

The vegetation here is all below the calf, and there is no place to hide from such a strong mountain wind.

After searching for a long time to find a slightly leeward rock, although the wind is still raging, it is not as good as blowing away like Fang Cai.

It seemed to be a place to stay, and a group of tentless people shivered in the cold wind, camels in a back-to-back group.

Even with the winter clothes issued by the Heavenly Gate, this weather is still not something that small humans can resist casually.

They rested on the spot, and then they divided their work to hunt, and uprooted the withered bushes on the ground for good firewood, and in this barely covered place, there were still several amazing little animals.

Just what Yuan Qinqin saw, there were gray rabbits with long ears and big feet, and some animals that looked like mice, but their size was several times that of ordinary rats.

The squirrel hunted several of them soon with a light please, and the oil on the stomachs of these big gray rats had already been fattened.

This animal's expression is innocent, and as soon as he sees people, he starts to sell cuteness, and Yuan Qinqin can't do it when he sees it.

Lin Wenyi over there looked at it and walked over and said, "Miss Yuan, this is a specialty of Yunfu Peak, called Irontooth Mouse." ”

"Don't look at its cuteness at this time, if you let it go, it remembers that you caught him and wants to eat his hatred, but it can't remember the grace you let it go, if you call this mountain of iron-toothed rats to chase us all the way, it will not be easy to do."

Yuan Qinqin also felt that as an omnivore, she was a little hypocritical in this kind of thing, but this iron-toothed rat was blindly well-behaved and cute, and she was a little soft-hearted.

The hunt who caught the prey next to him was very unhappy by her, and I don't know why Xiguang followed such a cowardly woman.

Suddenly jumped up and picked up the iron-toothed rat that wanted to run over there, and looked at the neck is a mouthful, and the blood gurgled and stained its pitch-black little mouth, but it couldn't be seen because its coat color was black.

Only when it opened its mouth and licked its teeth, it could see blood stains on those teeth.

Chi Hunt glanced at Yuan Qinqin with disdain: Fat woman, you can't even tell the difference between food and pets, what qualifications do you have to restrain the young master of my demon clan.

Yuan Qinqin was looked at by this provocative look in her heart: she made a mistake again.......

Huang Jiayi, who was on the side, saw this scene, and said in her heart that this soft-hearted problem may indeed be Ah Qin's weakness.

She didn't know what kind of place Yuan Qinqin used to live in, so she developed her indecisive character now.

Even if she is already urging herself to correct herself for the sake of her clan and the people around her, she still can't remove the deep-rooted softness.

But does the world really need this softness?

The wind was howling, and people were sitting around a fire, enclosing the only warmth and light.

Six or seven skinned iron-toothed rats no longer had the same well-behaved and cute appearance as before, and several people from the West who were good at cooking removed their heads and tails, forked on the homemade baking fork at the bottom of the mountain, and rolled over the fire at a uniform speed.

Sometimes the fate of an animal is whether it goes to food or pets, and it is really the difference between the environment and the people they meet.

Yuan Qinqin stretched out her hand to bake the fire, although the part that was not next to the fire was still frozen, but there was still a trace of warmth and hope in her heart.

The fire was jumping, and she couldn't help but think of the scene of the old banyan tree burning under the mountain that day.

It wasn't too cold that day, standing on the edge of the old banyan tree, she was sweating profusely, and she saw the old tree that symbolized the hope in people's hearts struggling in the firelight, and she inexplicably felt that it was relieved.

That's a real negative. While looking forward to the death of the old banyan tree, something in his heart seemed to be dissolving.

She began a one-sided conversation over the name of one of the gods in her heart who had appeared most frequently among the Monks lately.

Mu Shen Jumang, you said, if I can no longer feel the warmth and hope you bring by the fire in the cold wind at this time, then I don't know what it's like to be alive.

*******

In the worry-free realm, there is one thing that will not be closed, that is, this worry-free chessboard that connects the world.

Jumang was disturbed by the world, and he couldn't let go of his heart in the end.

When the world recites his name, he can feel it, in fact, he only needs to play the game in front of him to hear people's prayers again.

But he never finished this game of chess.

A melancholy sigh came from a female voice:

Mu Shen Jumang, if there is no warm and bright existence of you, what is the meaning of the people on this continent living.

Ju Mang's brows furrowed, and he couldn't help but throw the chess pieces in his hand back into the chess basket.

Stretched out her head to look at the chessboard: it turned out to be the fat woman who picked up her chess pieces in the Jumang Temple last time.

Why does she say something every time she pronounces her name?

What's the point of saying all this?

This fat man has occasionally thought of himself recently, but when he thinks of himself, he has never asked for anything seriously.

He looked fixedly at the woman who was trembling in front of the fire holding his fat arm, and he had a little anticipation in his heart.

This woman was just a mortal, and he could always hear her begging for him.

He didn't believe that this mortal could not ask the gods when he encountered great things.

Ju Mang picked up the black chess pieces in the basket and squeezed them in his hand, suddenly felt a little upset, rubbed them and threw them back, and the warm black chess pieces collided with other black chess pieces in the basket with a crisp sound.

The wood god looked at his empty worry-free realm, the loneliness and loneliness seemed to have been pressed into his body from the entire space, and he would feel that he was worried in the worry-free realm at any time.

Without thinking about it, he had already carried the aura in his chest, forcing it to his fingertips, and when he approached the fat woman's figure on the chessboard over there, some signs appeared in his consciousness.

Oh......, it seems that you won't have to wait long to hear her prayers.

******

No one could really sleep that night, and the wind howled all night like some kind of alarm that never went off.

Just as you're about to fall asleep, the cold and the sound of the wind pour into your brain from your collar. Blow the whole brain numb.

Yuan Qinqin felt this way, and it wasn't until the sun rose the next day that the gale was a little resting, but when people were groggy and relieved.

Everyone was stunned.

Under the madness of the wind this night, it snowed at some point, and what was even more surprising was that the snow had accumulated in a thick pile.

Yuan Qinqin stood up, and the snow slag on her body fell down in a slump.

Her head was dizzy, her forehead and tank top felt cold and hot, her exhalation turned into frost in the air, and there was a numb pain in her nose.

"Everyone, everyone get up, it's snowing, get up quickly, and warm yourself up!" Yuan Qinqin shouted.

She lives in a low latitude and has been to the coldest places in the playground and the ice rink.

But I haven't eaten pork and haven't seen a pig run, at this time my hands and feet are already cold, if you don't move quickly, maybe there will be other dangers.

Xiguang walked over, took out a water bladder that was warm on his chest and handed it to Yuan Qinqin: "Aqin, how are you?" Let's have a drink. ”

Yuan Qinqin took the water bladder and took a sip, and the water in it was still a little warm.

But with the simple act of raising her head and lowering her head, she took a few backwards and almost fell to the ground.

People looked at it, and many people shouted worriedly: "Ah Qin, what's wrong with you!?" (To be continued.) )