When the sky is about to dawn, the light wakes up from a light sleep.

"Awake?" Makoto was keenly aware of the slight movements of the person in his arms, and looked down at her and smiled.

"Well," Light subconsciously moved, and was soaked into her clothes by the cold snow wind, she curled her numb hands and feet in distress, but she didn't dare to move anymore, raised her head and agreed, but couldn't help but scream softly: "Ah." ”

It turned out that Makoto's face was covered with a layer of frost, especially his eyebrows, which turned frost-white.

That made Hikari laugh and feel distressed, so he couldn't care about the heat he had been gathering for half the night, and stretched out his hand to wipe the frost off his face for him.

The cold wind immediately seeped in through the cracks in his clothes, and his body, which was still warm, became cold one by one.

Makoto shook the ice water off his face and asked her, "How is it, did you sleep well?" ”

"Hmm." In fact, I still remember the memory of tossing in the snow last night, but it is much better than running hard all night, and then said embarrassedly: "My feet are numb." ”

"Let's find a place to rest."

Saying that, Makoto quickened his pace again, buried his head in his arms, and from time to time stubbornly reached out for him to gently brush away the snowflakes on his face, and after Makoto said several times that he was not in the way, it was up to her.

A few minutes later, a small village appeared in front of him, Makoto put his wife down, his expression was a little condensed, he opened his writing wheel eye, and looked at the village from a distance.

Holding her husband's hand, she half-squatted down and gently rubbed her numb legs.

After a while, Makoto relaxed and said, "It should be okay here, light, let's go in and find a clean house, eat something, rest for a while before we go." ”

"Okay, but," Hikari said a little worried, "won't you be overtaken?" ”

"Heh, how can you be caught up with such a big snow." Makoto sneered, showing disdain for her needless worries.

"Yay you!" Hikari frowned dissatisfiedly and patted Makoto's back, "It's not okay to be so careless...... Yes! ”

"You're like this, and you're here to teach me not to be careless?" Makoto smiled and held his wife who was about to lose her balance and fall with her backhand: "Besides, you're a ninja, is it really good to be so weak?" ”

Hikari rubbed his heels with one hand, grabbed Makoto's arm with the other, and said confidently while maintaining the state of the golden rooster's independence: "My feet are numb, what does it have to do with ninjas or ninjas!" ”

Makoto shrugged his shoulders and said nothing, and when she rubbed her legs and feet for a while, the blocked blood became clear, and the two of them sneaked towards the village together.

Although ninjas are much more adaptable to harsh environments than ordinary people, they still feel hungry if they don't eat, especially Makoto, a type with extremely strong physical functions, who has been hungry for a long time after a night of non-stop travel. Concocted according to the law, or using a simple small illusion to control the owner of the house who was still asleep, Makoto and Hikari found a clean house, took out the psychic scroll by the fire, and took out the food sealed in it.

The furnace fire warmed the body soaked in the cold of the snowfield, and the two of them silently enjoyed the cooked food prepared by the light, the seal of the psychic scroll did not have the function of shelf-life, but the food was in the scroll, which was equivalent to a vacuum bag, so there was no worry about spoilage. The food taken out remains the same as it is, but the temperature is equivalent to the outside temperature, and it is not a matter of fault when you go out, and after Makoto heats it slightly on the stove, he hands it to the light on the side.

The light held it in his hand for a moment, and then took a small bite under Makoto's strange gaze.

Makoto shook his head and burst out laughing.

"Laughing at something." Light broke off a small piece and threw it over.

"It's nothing, it's just," Makoto let a small piece of food fall on his shoulder, and snickered, "So you know ...... too"

"Yikes! How dare you say it! Hikari, who knew that there was nothing good to say, scolded.

“…… You also know that the food you cook is hard to eat. ”

"What do you mean by hard to swallow!" The wife, who was challenged to her majesty, stretched her face and waved the food in her hand at him, but she smiled first.

"Sincerely," the woman said with a serious face, "Is the rice I cooked really hard to eat?" ”

Makoto subconsciously sat upright and replied, "No, I've eaten it for so many years, and I'm used to it." ”

Although Cheng Cheng came from a nation with his own food talent in his previous life, he himself was just a scum with a hands-on ability close to 0, and the taste or something, the food in this world actually seemed to him to be almost weird, just like a salty party that fell into the territory of the sweet party, anyway, they were all hereticals, and it didn't matter if they got used to it.

In other words, the woman named Uchiha Hikari is not very good at cooking.

"Get used to ......" The woman showed a sad look, and Cheng was thinking about how to remedy it, so she turned her head and muttered: "You can eat whatever you cook, and you don't do it yourself and talk so much nonsense." ”

Makoto looked over dumbly, and when he saw the look of his bare side face deliberately not looking at it but couldn't help laughing, he also shook his head and laughed.

After the two of them finished talking, laughing, and eating, they took out the clothes they had changed from the scroll. In order to prevent possible chemical tracking by Iwa Shinobi, the clothes he wore before had already been changed when he was separated from Fuyue and the others, but despite the windbreaker, the clothes on his body were already damp at this time, so he simply changed them all.

After a short rest, the two returned to their roads.

The sky is clear, but the sky and the earth are still dark, the snow does not look white, but gray, Makoto holds the hand of the light, in the snow ash that is blowing forward, the atmosphere of mutual understanding and joint efforts to adjust during the meal break has become a thing of the past, in this weather rush, no one will have the mood to chat.

The light palm is slender and warm, the palm is slightly sweaty, and as her breath runs, Makoto can clearly feel the slight agitation of her blood vessels.

Although Cheng's internal force has the ability to replenish calories and maintain body temperature for others, and even has a certain therapeutic effect on physical fatigue and cell damage, in this case, the positive psychological effect that exercise can bring is irreplaceable by the treatment of internal force.

Curled up in Cheng's arms all night, although the light didn't say, but the five senses were as keen as Cheng, and naturally he could detect that she was not sleeping steadily, and he wanted to prevent Cheng's worry and didn't dare to move, and he was bored for half the night, no wonder she was depressed.

So Makoto simply asked her to come down and move for a while to change her mood.

Let her run by herself for another half an hour, and she should be active at that time, Cheng thought, although it may be more uncomfortable, but at most he will hold on for another day, and at the speed of his full speed, he will almost reach the border of the Fire Country, and at that time, it will be safe.

Makoto shook his head, dispelling the uneasiness that he had never been able to get rid of, and focused on the steps under his feet.

At this time, there was a slight vibration on the soft and thick snow.