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The red background, bright red seal, round and full touch, with a hint of metallic cold hardness.

The matte surface reveals a touch of delicacy and delicacy, and it is only the size of a button, which is easy to carry.

Two red sand skin buttons, a hundred silver thaler bills of exchange.

This is the "life money" that the old Orion listened to instinct and gave to Rick.

Years of playing on the brink of death have given the old hunter a strong keen intuition about danger.

Those members of the Ice River Gang, who are like soft-footed crabs, were not taken seriously by the old hunter at all. Give him enough arrows and food, and he can bring these people into the snowy mountains to die alive.

After perceiving the danger, the old hunter did not come out, but synthesized what he saw and heard along the way and made an analysis. In the end, it was concluded that following Rick had the only way to live.

So he gave all his possessions, especially the two precious red sand skin buttons, to Rick, hoping that the other party would pull him in if he was in danger.

The two red sand skin buttons were found by the old hunter in the ice of the Daxue Mountain in his early years. On the corpse, which had almost all the signs of life, only the two sand skin buttons still shimmered with a faint sheen that was almost invisible.

The old hunter knew that this was a good thing, and he also understood the truth that wealth was not exposed. He was curious about the function of the two red sand skin buttons, so he kept them with him. Later, it became a lucky charm-like thing, and I carried it with me every time I hunted. Every time he survived the calamity, he was determined to think that this was a good thing.

But this time is extraordinary, the "bottomless pit" does not know how many hunters' lives have been devoured, and the old hunter can only give up these two lucky charms that have accompanied him for many years in order to survive as much as possible.

Putting things away, Rick looked at the old Orion's vigorous and straight back, and secretly admired in his heart. It is worthy of being a hunter who has dealt with the Great Snow Mountain all his life, and the keen intuition like a hunting dog makes him desperate, and he would rather lose a lot of money than give up the chance to survive

"Boom!"

The ice chisel slammed into the ice, splashing a few dust debris.

The palm of the palm was shaken to the point of pain, and the tremor was transmitted until the muscles of the forearm were dissolved. The thick gloves did not stop the cold from taking away the temperature, and he moved his knuckles stiffly, and Rick let out a big white breath, and the tongue in his mouth could feel the frost particles sticking to the surface coldly, constantly taking away the heat from his body.

His eyebrows were covered with snow and frost, his eyelids were frozen dull and stiff, and the lens covered underneath was uncomfortably squinted.

The ice chisel could barely penetrate into the solid ice, and there was only a slope of thirty or forty degrees, but everyone had to lie down and move forward.

The smooth and slippery surface is not stressed at all, and if you are careless, it will slide down like a rolling gourd.

The team had already become dotted around, and the hemp head was jumping and scolding under the mountain road like an overseer, and the cold wind could not hide the anger in his voice.

"Damn, are you all soft-footed shrimp? Didn't have breakfast? Climb faster!! ”

After a few breaths of cold wind, the hemp head shrunk and hid in a makeshift tent, like a chicken cub occupying the warmest position next to the fire.

The air inhaled into my lungs warmed up, and my stiff fingers and joints gradually warmed up. The toes are more itchy, and the ears are a little itchy.

The marijuana head regretted it a little, if it weren't for Rick who was also climbing on the front line at this time, the marijuana head would definitely use the punishment he invented to make this guy who dared to deceive the hemp-headed master taste the power.

Hot water was boiling in the small iron pot, and a few hard strips of meat were churning in the water, exuding a life-warming aroma of meat.

As the temperature rises, the meat strips gradually soften, and the flavors of various spices soaked in the meat slowly merge into a pot of hot broth.

As soon as the porcelain bowl was fished, a few strips of meat were in the hemp head bowl. The remaining gang members hurriedly picked up the dried goods and minced meat and drank it fiercely.

The hot broth entered his mouth, and his tongue, which had been curled into a ball, suddenly regained his vitality. The boiled tenderloin strips tumbled easily between the lips and teeth, and the tongue licked the familiar taste, so beautiful that the hemp head showed an expression of enjoyment.

The hot soup is like a warm current in the stomach, quickly driving away the chill in the limbs. Shaking his facial muscles comfortably, as the temperature in the tent rose, the head of the marijuana head, which had been a little rigid, also became active.

"There's something wrong with this kid!" As soon as the brain is active, the little brain juice of the cannabis head begins to turn. After a careful reminiscence, Rick's watch xiàn, just like the words that he had bewitched himself at the beginning, his slightly larger head shook like a spinning top, and fell into deep thought.

"Big brother! Climbed up!! ”

The tent was suddenly lifted, and a cold wind swept away the heat that had just gathered in the tent. A little brother covered in frost and with a happy face seemed to run in.

The hemp head was blown by the cold wind, and the head that had just been a little active lost its coolness, and he raised his hand and smashed the soup bowl in his hand: "Fuck you!" Didn't you see Lao Tzu drinking soup? ”

A bowl of hot soup smashed on his body, and the little brother didn't feel hot at all, so he smiled stupidly, and quickly retreated again.

The hemp head didn't think about it anymore, and lifted the tent and walked out.

The cold wind blew on his face like a knife, and his facial features shrank uncomfortably, and he struggled to open his gaze to look at the thick hemp rope hanging on the ground.

The environment is harsh, and the mountain roads are steep and slippery. To make it easier to climb, the hemp head lets others climb up first, and then hangs himself up with a rope

After sitting on the elevator five or six times, the hemp head rubbed the bones between the waist and ribs, and his face was ugly.

At first, I didn't feel it, but after a few long strangulations, the hemp head stiffened his legs, and the chest and ribs hurt when he touched it, and he knew that he must be bruised without lifting his clothes, but this is not the worst.

The weather in the snowy mountains is like a woman's face, and it changes when it is said. The foreheads pressed together hard, and everyone faced inward in a circle, and the hemp heads hid behind the human wall like a rare animal, allowing the sudden snowstorm to rage.

The ice slag smashed on his face and hurt, cutting out many thin wounds, which were quickly frozen into cold red blood marks by the cold wind.

The cold air inhaled into the body constantly stimulates the trachea and lungs, and the tongue shrinks uncomfortably into the depths of the mouth, struggling to resist the cold wind.

Standing beside the old Orion, Rick and the two pressed close together, but there was still a cold wind like a sharp knife swishing through the gap. Rick's facial muscles twisted, squeezing the thin layer of ice frozen on his face, revealing the purplish-red twitching skin underneath.

Almost unconscious in his back, the chill that constantly invaded his internal organs made Rick's expression sink like ash at the bottom of a pot.

The almost stiff old Orion next to him suddenly moved his expression, and the fingers that were mixed with Rick clenched the other party hard.

Rick tilted his head with difficulty, glancing at the old Orion with a lens that was almost frozen with his eyelids, and the other party's blue-purple lips opened and closed a few times, but he couldn't hear anything in the howling blizzard.

But I can vaguely see the shape of my mouth, and my round eyes reveal a touch of horror, as if I said "yes"

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