No, he can't just die......

Under the attention of An Wan and the system, Feng Qi, who should have been out of breath and should have been cold and cold, opened his eyes magically......

Although it was only a very narrow and weak slit, his dark pupils were indeed turning. net

After opening a gap in his eyes, Feng Qi's death was as if someone had pressed the pause button.

The body temperature began to warm, the breathing gradually stabilized, and the heart, which should have gradually stopped beating, was slowly returning to normal......

The first thing Feng Qi did after waking up was to lift the warm robe covering his body, get up with difficulty, and limp towards a dilapidated thatched house not far away.

The system looked at the back of the male protagonist leaving with a confused face.

"He doesn't want mercy and help from others." An Wan said lightly.

That's why she only covered him with clothes and didn't do anything else useless.

The system muttered.

"No, it won't." An Wan firmly believed.

In the tattered thatched hut with leaky air, Feng Qi was weak and lying on the grass, curled up, his eyes slightly closed, and he lay there dying with less air in and more breath.

When An Wan pushed the door in, he heard it, but there was no response.

Fengqi's trip is a whole day......

The next day, Feng Qi was obviously hungry, so he got up from the ground with difficulty, ignored An Night, who was eating on the side, and walked out of the thatched hut to forage for food.

An Wan followed behind Feng Qi slowly while eating.

Feng Qi didn't go to the kitchen, let alone the front hall, he went to the place behind the Feng family......

At this time, it is winter, the wind and snow are combined, and the back mountain, which was originally full of green, is covered by white wind and snow at this time, and there is no greenery, let alone any living creatures......

Ahead, Feng Qi's thin and thin back walked forward in the wind, staggering.

Because of the snow-covered cover, the road surface became unclear, and Feng Qi had no cultivation at all, so he would accidentally step on a pit or a bumpy and rugged road, causing his thin and thin figure to stagger from time to time and fall down from time to time.

In this process, An Wan has been following him unhurriedly.

Feng Qi seemed to be unaware of her existence, and walked forward alone.

Eventually, Feng Qi stood under a towering tree halfway up the mountain.

He fumbled around the roots of the tree, and finally found a small rusty dagger.

In the snow, Feng Qi squatted on the ground, wearing a wet and tattered linen clothes, and his pale and weak slender hands struggled to hold the dagger, digging on the ground......

Again and again......

The whole process was laborious, painful, and very cold.

Looking at Feng Qi's frozen pale ten fingers, watching his almost numb movements, watching him dig again and again with an expressionless face, he couldn't help frowning coldly.

An Wan frowned and stared at the bottom of Fengqi's excavation, and when she found a processed and wrapped sweet potato buried deep in the soil, An Wan's red lips pursed slightly, and her eyes darkened.

The system beeped quietly.

"If you look uncomfortable, you can help him."

The system couldn't help but ask.

"I've always been ruthless." An Wan said indifferently.