The night was long, and the snow had piled up half a foot deep in an hour.

After the girl closed the door, she never came out again, the snow was still falling, and in the ruins of the secluded mountains, two buckets sat in the snow, and the painting style was strange.

Xu is potency of the decoction was too comfortable, Zhang Meng didn't wake up for a long time, Jiang Wuchen wanted to stand up several times and walked over to see if the goods were burned to death.

However, it was freezing cold, and his smooth body was only comfortable when he soaked in a bucket, and it would take a few breaths to stand up, and his body temperature would drop sharply, and his body could not withstand this level of cold.

Under the effect of the decoction, his body is undergoing a quiet change, this is a special baptism, different from the recipe of Zhang Meng's pot of medicine, what he brews is the awakening soup tailored for him.

Unconsciously, Jiang Wuchen had closed his eyes, at first he was still looking around with his eyes open, the dark night sky was a deep snowy scene, everything was surprisingly silent, as if those snowflakes had been stagnant in mid-air, and the whole world seemed to be still.

He closed his eyes probably because of visual fatigue, and after looking at the snow for a while, there was nothing special, and the snow was still snow. Or maybe this awakening soup is too comfortable, and he also wants to sleep comfortably like Zhang Meng.

But he didn't sleep, the snowflakes fell on his head, at first it was cold, and gradually the cold became weaker and weaker, and he even felt that the snow that fell later was no longer snow, but rain, warm rain, until later, he couldn't even feel the rain.

The warm current swam between his body, Jiang Wuchen felt that it was his blood, in the cold state, the blood flow of people would become slow, but now he was soaking in the decoction, like soaking in a hot spring, and the blood began to surge under the urging of the heat.

But it was like pure blood, this warm current flowed through all corners of his body, if I had to find something closer to describe it, it was power!

The Awakening Soup was transforming his physique, refining his bones and flesh, and giving him strength. This strength is not very strong, but at least Jiang Wuchen's body has never had such strength, in the past, his clenched fists were soft and weak, but at this time, when he closed his eyes, he unconsciously clenched his fists, and his shriveled arms actually bulged with green tendons, and even the poor muscles that were already lacking were all expanding when he clenched his fists.

If he opened his eyes at this time, he could see that the pale and shriveled body was regaining its blood color at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like the change of a pale and seriously ill patient in the days when he was regaining his vitality, but his change was in this very short time, and even the shriveled skin was slowly bulging as if it was inflated.

The falling snow filled the already melted snow in the barrel, and the steam rising around the barrel, from the beginning to the current diffuse, was like a fairy aura, completely isolating the bucket from the outside world.

The snowflake never fell into the barrel again, because it had already been evaporated by the heat before it had even fallen, yes, it was evaporated directly. Jiang Wuchen could clearly hear the sounds around him, and he didn't need to open his eyes to know that the water in this bucket was already boiling, but his weak body was just able to withstand the rising water temperature, and he gradually adapted to the rising water temperature, and even when it reached the boiling point, he actually felt comfortable.

Every part of the body is like a dry earth, which grabs nutrients and flourishes like nectar for a long time.

That power became stronger and stronger, as if it was gathering from all over his body, and finally merged into his chest, like a heat wave was surging, all the heat waves were aggravating the temperature in his body, and the final hot spot was in his chest, it was a hot heat, Jiang Wuchen felt that he was about to be burned through by this heat.

Sweat seeped down his forehead and slid down like rain, and he opened his mouth to roar, but his lips and teeth were dry, and the water in his entire cavity seemed to have evaporated, and it was not breath that came out of his mouth, as if the gap in a volcano was about to burst into flames.

Jiang Wuchen felt that he was about to be swallowed by this nameless fire, he opened his mouth wide and let out a low groan, as if he was a fierce beast trapped in a cage for many years, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to destroy the world.

In the bucket not far away, Zhang Meng was still lying quietly, and there was also steam swirling there, but it was especially faint.

In the only room that survived, a pair of clear eyes looked through the window at this snowy night, and their eyes were always focused on the bucket that seemed to be set up by raging flames, and the pupils were full of terrifying light.

"Perhaps the world is made up of cold, and people are accustomed to succumbing to the cold, but they still crave warmth, so why are people who are born with fire souls lucky? ”

Yan Chuhan said a lot to him that day, Jiang Wuchen had never heard Yan Chuhan say so many things in his life, as if he knew that his time was short, and he felt that he should explain something about the future.

Jiang Wuchen felt that the old man was lonely for the first time, even a child in open crotch pants in Han Ice City knew that Yan Chuhan was a very strong guy, even if it was not too much in the entire Moxue Empire, but the old man who was in his old age was so thin, like a piece of paper that had been crumped, swaying in the howling cold wind.

"I think you are a great person in the Beichen Realm, Moxue is the coldest country in the Beichen Realm, most of the people who are born with fire souls have become slaves, but you have become a famous general!" Jiang Wuchen didn't know where to come up with these sentences, he was originally a person as quiet as Yan Chuhan, and what came out of his mouth was always words and short sentences, and he said all the words to the docile horse.

Yan Chuhan smiled, squinting his eyes and laughing like rotten paper crumpled again, he laughed very briefly, that was the last time Jiang Wuchen saw the old man's smile in his memory.

Obviously, Jiang Wuchen's words did not make the old man feel excited, he was too old, and the old man already wanted to explain his future. But he was such a lonely person, he really couldn't find a more suitable person to explain the future, Xingxuanzong didn't, Hanbing City didn't, and the entire Moxue didn't, so Jiang Wuchen felt that he could become this lucky person.

"Dust-free, people have to choose a road after all, and then keep walking on that road, keep walking...... When everything is gone, I will look back and wonder if I have gone wrong. In fact, everyone's soul power is innate, even if it is you, the soul has already been formed from the moment you were born, you have to rely on yourself to master it, control it, that is your thing, you just need to go along your own path, whether you are a slave or a famous general, it is your own way. ”

"Mo Xue is really too cold, Mo Xue needs a fire soul......"

The snow stopped, and everything seemed to stop in an instant.

The gloomy canopy was cleared by the night wind, and the first stars lit up in the distant night sky......

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