At dawn, Tasha's low roar woke her up, and Bai Yin opened her eyes to see the guy sitting up, she jerked up, and pulled out a boning knife with a cold light and pressed it against his throat.

The sky was not yet bright, the candle flame had long since burned out, and through the faint light of the window, she found that this man also had a pair of eyes that were extremely bright, the kind of eyes she had never encountered in her life, as if they could penetrate everything in the darkness.

He subconsciously shrank back for a while, until he leaned against the wall made of wooden planks and had nowhere to hide, Bai Yin pressed on, and the tip of the knife never left his neck an inch.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other in the darkness for a long time, until both were fully awake. The snow in the big barrel was melting, she dragged the unconscious Sabal out and threw it on the carpet, reached out and touched his snort and found that it was getting weaker and weaker, so Bai Yin simply stripped his clothes of his clothes, and finally grabbed the package between her crotch Her hand stopped, and the flickering flames reflected her face.

Just as she was rummaging through his clothes, suddenly something heavy came to her hand, and when she pulled it out, it turned out to be a rusty stone wrapped in a torn sheepskin, and in addition to that, there was a twelve-hole horned flute.

His cold body was almost frozen, and if he hadn't felt his heart still beating, Bai Yin would have thrown him away.

She realized that no matter what, she would save him first, and she thought that those who had fainted from the cold must first soak in cold water, and if they were to be burned directly, they would die.

She lifted the curtain of the outhouse and pushed open the lid of the half-man-high wooden bucket tank, only to find that the water inside was far from enough to soak a person, and the wind outside was still roaring like an unfed beast, and then she thought of the snow that covered the mountains outside.

So she went out and brought in several large pots full of snow, and melted some of it into the half of the tank of water, and poured the rest into the hanging brazier to heat it, and she felt that the ice water was too biting.

At dawn, Tasha's low roar woke her up, and Bai Yin opened her eyes to see the guy sitting up, she jerked up, and pulled out a boning knife with a cold light and pressed it against his throat.

The sky was not yet bright, the candle flame had long since burned out, and through the faint light of the window, she found that this man also had a pair of eyes that were extremely bright, the kind of eyes she had never encountered in her life, as if they could penetrate everything in the darkness.

He subconsciously shrank back for a while, until he leaned against the wall made of wooden planks and had nowhere to hide, Bai Yin pressed on, and the tip of the knife never left his neck an inch.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other in the darkness for a long time, until both were fully awake. Bai Yin grabbed the snow from the basin and began to rub it violently on his frozen body, because only such a quick friction could stimulate the blood flow throughout his body, and she paid special attention to rubbing his feet, because hands and feet are the most prone parts of the human body to freeze.

When the whole body was rubbed, the snow in the barrel almost completely melted, the layer of skin on his body was almost rubbed off, the tired Bai Yin's wrists were sore, Bai Yin looked at the water in the hanging basin and saw that it was also hot, so he mixed all the hot water into the wooden barrel, reached out and tried that the temperature was not so harsh, and then put him in.

Tasha lay in the corner of the room and watched everything about the hostess, not understanding who this sleek man was, so he simply stretched out his long tongue and licked the wolf blood on his body.

After a long breather, she walked over and brushed away his messy hair, revealing a bloody face.

She was not afraid, and after bringing hot water to wipe the blood off his face, she found that the man was younger than her age, or at least not older than her.

There were several bloody cuts in the corners of his left eyebrows, and the blood in his nose must have broken the blood vessel. A suspicion arose, she didn't know his identity and origin at this time, she suspected that he was an assassin sent by the Wanyan clan, but his clothes did not look like their Jurchen men.

She patted his face and still didn't move, but her breathing was much smoother. He had several visible scars on his body, but they were all flesh wounds, and there was a ring of broken skin on the condyle of his left foot, which was strangled by a rope noose.

Only the flesh on his hands was the most damaged, she couldn't imagine how he survived to the end, and she couldn't figure out how the bear died, but with her understanding of the giant bear, it was definitely not killed by the wolves and leopards.