The food problem was basically solved, and the tribe swept away the previous sluggish atmosphere and began to actively prepare for the winter. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

During the day, Shang Ke takes care of the vegetable garden, pickles vegetables, brews fruit wine, and sews animal skins. Mutu gave Shang Ke all his private property, including food, animal skins, and various precious metals and rare minerals, as if he was his helper. After the cold season, he plans to formally apply to the elders for inclusion in the directory and start a family with Shang Ke.

Although it is somewhat rare for the lion king to choose to start a family with a male, in this era, the orcs still approve of marriage between males. After all, the lion king is not hereditary, as long as you have this courage and strength, anyone can challenge the lion king.

"Fox!" Mutu walked into the room in a furry fur and strode up to Shang Ke, smiling sheepishly.

Shang Ke gave him a strange look.

Mutu took something out of his bosom, wagged his tail and said, "Give it to you." ”

In his hand is a pendant, shaped like a small gourd, toothy white, small and cute.

Shang Ke took it and took a closer look, and found that this was a bone flute carved from animal bones, although the shape was simple, but it was all hand-polished, smooth and delicate, and it obviously took a lot of energy.

"This is a bone flute made by my own hands, if you want to call me in the future, play this flute, I will definitely be there soon." Mutu patted his chest.

Shang Ke was silent: It was the first time I met a big guy who made a "dog flute" for himself, and he did it so naturally and unpretentiously......

He happily accepted the gift, slung it around his neck, and looked up to see someone looking at him with a sparkling face, tail wagging in delight.

Shang Ke smiled, hugged his neck, and gave him a warm kiss.

Mutu was satisfied, and his fur stretched like a big cat that had been petted.

In half a month, the lion people got a lot of fish in the ice lake, and the weather became colder and colder.

A group of people came to the ice lake with joy, each looking for the place where they had laid their nets, and began to skillfully collect the nets.

Instead of helping, Shang Ke searched the neighborhood for materials or minerals that could be used. There are many novel substances in this world, such as snow rock trees that can produce salt crystals. This kind of tree grows in the valley and abyss, absorbs the nutrients of the underground salt river, there are no flowers and no leaves on the branches, as long as it does not rain for three days, it will condense white salt crystals, and there is no grass around, only a silver-white piece, which is very peculiar.

There is also a kind of berry, the juice is viscous, and the fat is added, like flour, which can be used to make berry cakes, steamed buns, steamed buns, dumplings and other foods, with a unique flavor.

And so on and so forth. It is all natural ingredients, which are nutritious and clean.

While searching, he suddenly heard a frightened shout in the distance. Shang Ke turned around and saw a wonderful scene on the other side of the lake, a large area of forest seemed to be quick-frozen, condensing layers of silver-white ice, and quickly spreading to this side.

"It's Death Spinner!" The orc dropped his tools and fled in the opposite direction in panic.

Mutu ran wildly and yelled at Shang Ke, who was still in a daze: "Fox, run!" ”

Shang Ke ignored it, and immediately turned around and fled. The two of them were separated from each other by the lake, and soon ran in different directions.

The Death Spinner Ice moved towards this side at an extremely fast speed, and the whirlwind of ice blades made a whistling sound of sharp blades cutting through the air. Everywhere you go, the ice flickered, and the cold was overwhelming.

Mutu watched the fox's figure disappear from his sight, anxious but unable to do anything. But after a while, something frightened him even more, the whirling ice of death swept across the lake, circling in the direction of the fox's escape.

The people who stood with Mutu on one side were out of danger, and the few people who fled to the other side were in a crisis.

Shang Ke ran wildly, not even daring to turn his head. The four fields were empty, and he seemed to be the only one left between heaven and earth. All you can hear is your own rapid gasping and the whistling sound of getting closer and closer behind you.

The wind is invisible, there is no way to avoid it, even if there is only one gap, it can get in, not to mention that there is no shelter here.

Shang Ke felt a chill in his back, and death was just a step away from him. In the midst of the crisis, a small river with a strong current suddenly appeared in front of him. His eyes lit up, and he jumped off without thinking about it.

When the body took off, a layer of frost had condensed at the tip of the tail, and only to hear a plop, the death whirling ice roared over the surface of the river, freezing the water wave that had just splashed in midair, like a blooming ice flower, flashing a cold light in the winter sun.

The originally turbulent river was also frozen into an ice stream, trapping Shang Ke under the ice.

Shang Ke held his breath, grasping the aquatic plants with one hand and hammering the ice above his head with the other. Although the ice is not very thick, Shang Ke, who is under the water and frozen and stiff, has no strength at all, his brain almost loses the ability to think, his fingers are numb, and his heart seems to stop beating at any time.

A closed and cold glacier, full of despair and fear. In the confusion, a familiar figure seemed to appear in front of him, and the memories of the past poured into him like a tide, happy, painful, sad, and beautiful......

No, you can't die!

Shang Ke perked up, gritted his teeth, pulled out the dagger from his waist with difficulty, and used his last strength to stab the ice above his head with his backhand. There was a click, and a crack appeared in the ice.

Shang Ke chiseled again and again, and finally successfully broke through the ice before he lost his strength.

He quickly burst out of the ice and raised his hand to plunge the dagger deep into the snow. Immobilize the figure with a dagger so that it does not slide into the water.

After doing all this, he could no longer exert any strength, and gasped tiredly, and a faint white mist exhaled from his mouth. A cold wind blew, bringing flakes of snow. His hair, eyelashes, eyes, arms, and upper body quickly formed a thin layer of frost.

The surroundings were white, and there was not a single human voice. Half of Shang Ke's body was leaning against the shore, and the other half was still underwater, unable to move. He couldn't speak, he couldn't call for help, he could only hold on to the snow on the shore weakly, shivering from the cold.

Is it coming to an end? Shang Ke was not reconciled, if he could, he didn't want to experience an inexplicable parting of life and death. In the past, he only saw completing tasks as a way to survive, but now, he feels that every life is his own life and should be decided by himself.

MD, system, if you let me die, I have to die? I'm going to show you live!

Anger regained Shang Ke's strength, and he groped around with his free hand to find a way out of the predicament. At that moment, his fingers touched an object, and when he looked down, it turned out to be the bone flute that Mutu had given him not long ago.

Shang Ke's eyes suddenly lit up with life, he trembled and put the bone flute into his mouth, and blew hard, and a crisp and long flute sound immediately came out of the bone flute, echoing between heaven and earth, and scraping into the distance in circles.

Mutu has been following Bingling's trail in search of Shang Ke's tracks. The Death Spinners Ice spread over a wide area, breaking into several strands from time to time and spreading in all directions. Coupled with the cold climate, it seriously affected the orcs' sense of smell. Mutu couldn't make an accurate judgment right away, so he had to look for clues along the way.

As time passed, Mutu's mood became more and more irritable. The longer it drags on, the slimmer the hope, but as long as he doesn't see Shang Ke's body, he won't give up.

At this moment, a flute sound suddenly sounded in the distance, like a guiding light, which instantly illuminated Mutu's world.

His heart was beating violently, his eyes were shining with excitement, and the wind was blowing under his feet, and he rushed in the direction from which the sound of the flute came.

Fox, fox! His name kept calling in his heart.

However, when Mutu rushed out of the woods, the sound of the flute suddenly disappeared. He came to a small river, and the water was frozen.

Mutu's heart tightened, and he searched downstream along the glacier.

After a while, he paused, and a splash of water condensed into ice appeared in his sight, and he looked along the water to the shore, only to see a figure lying on the snow, covered with a thin layer of frost and snow, as if dead, lifeless.

Mutu's pupils contracted suddenly, and then he quickly rushed to Shang Ke's side, kneeling on the ground, reaching out with a trembling hand and gently probing his breath.

It's faint, but it's still alive!

Mutu almost wanted to look up to the sky and let out a long roar, venting the joy in his heart.

Struggling to suppress his excitement, he carefully lifted Shang Ke out of the river.

Seeing the ice hole in the river, Mutu could probably guess what the fox had gone through. In that case, he survived strongly. Mutu thinks his fox is really amazing!

The body in his arms was cold and stiff, his breath was dying, and his already fair skin looked even more cold at the moment. The soft hair has lost its previous fluffiness and condensed a layer of frost, and a little snow can fall with a light pat.

Mutu was distressed, and caught a glimpse of Shang Ke still holding a dagger in his left hand, and was about to take him down, but was stopped by a cold hand. Looking down, he found that Shang Ke, who was originally unconscious, didn't know when he woke up.

"Fox, you're awake! Great, I'll take you home right away. Mutu happily took him into his arms and warmed him with his own body heat.

Shang Ke greedily sucked his temperature, listened to his heartbeat, and felt the joy of being reborn again.

"I'll help you get the dagger down first." As he spoke, Mutu went to fetch the dagger again.

Shang Ke avoided and shook his head.

Mutu was puzzled at first, but then realized that the dagger was already glued to his hand, and if he forcibly broke it, it might tear off his flesh and skin.

He wrapped his stiff hand in his own hand, his eyes hot and his heart aching.

This feeling of distress is not the first time, it seems that it has been experienced a long time ago, and it is constantly repeated.

Shang Ke seemed to sense Mutu's emotions, and wagged his tail vigorously, gently sweeping the tip of his tail over his cheek, as if comforting.

Mutu stared at him deeply, his eyes filled with suppressed pain.

Shang Ke opened his mouth and said one sentence silently: Take me home.

Mutu's eyes softened, he picked him up by the waist and strode in the direction of the tribe.

Back in the tribe, the lion people immediately gathered around in surprise and asked about Shang Ke's situation.

Mutu didn't have time to deal with them, so he ordered someone to bring hot water, carefully took off Shang Ke's clothes, and then warmed his body a little by little with a hot towel. After all the ice on his body has melted, he is placed in warm water.

Shang Ke's skin was frostbitten in many places, and the wounds that had healed before were also cracked, but there was no pain on his face, and he had a shallow smile throughout.

"Fox, I'm sorry." Mutu touched his wet hair and said distressedly, "If only I could have found you earlier." ”

The fox soaked alone in the icy water for at least two hours, with no way to call for help, and he did not know how desperate he was at that time. He was not only his own people, but also his lover, but he was never able to protect him.

Shang Ke slowly picked up the bone flute hanging around his neck, put it on his lips and kissed it, then leaned his head up to Mutu and kissed him on the lips, looking at him with clear eyes: Thank you, Mutu, the bone flute you gave me saved my life. So, don't blame yourself.

Shang Ke has a feeling that fate's control over them has become weaker and weaker, and sooner or later, they will be able to truly control their own lives and no longer have to go through the painful parting of life and death.