Unexpectedly, in the end, a petite figure jumped in through the gap in the leaking light.

"Hey, hey! It's me, damn it, were you going to shoot me? The snow on her body made her look particularly funny.

"I don't know you." Mosilaire's voice was a little hoarse, and he didn't seem to have any intention of putting down his gun.

"Huh? Ah......h ”

"Prove yourself." Mosilaire shook the gun in his hand and temporarily released the cold trigger he was holding.

"I was in contact with you by radio, and lo and behold, this is it!" Kaede Ke took out a yellow portable radio from his waist and shook it at Mosilaire a few times, "I deliberately ran back to find it." ”

"And also, this dress, remember, you put it on me!" She wasn't annoyed by this groundless suspicion, she just tugged at the heavy snowstorm coat on her body, "Look! ”

Mosilaire blinked, the coat was indeed a fringe colony, but that wasn't enough to prove anything—because all physical evidence could be stolen and looted—and who could guarantee that this wasn't another thug in disguise?

Besides, the snowy night was so chaotic that the injured Mosilaire was in no mood to take a closer look at the victim's face—the only thing that seemed familiar to her was Kaede's voice—at least her voice was the same as it had come from the communication station at that time.

"Hey, hey, if I wanted to do something bad to you, I would have done it when you were unconscious!" Kaede was really annoyed at this time, and she waved her arm at Mosilaire, who was still skeptical, to strengthen her tone, "I've been taking care of you guys for days!" The jerky rice cakes and sweet potato corn kernels in your backpack are all hand-fed to your stomachs! ”

"Okay, okay, honey, I'll pay attention next time." Mosilaire was a little embarrassed for a moment, and smiled embarrassedly at Kaede, "Thank you for the past few days." ”

She did come close to—just a little bit on the verge of turning her aggressive maple into a lump of soft jelly—oh, the kind that had to be crushed.

a day ago.

In the snow-capped mountains of the rising sun, some bitter winter winds born from the extreme cold are struggling to climb up the rugged ridgelines of the ancient mountains, propelled by the power of nature.

The white clouds rose, the freezing air churned, and the swaying wind carried the cold breath and rare water vapor with it, and finally fell into this sunken ancient basin.

This is the Forest of Ori, the best synonym for the squeezing collision of the Old World and the New World, the ownerlessness and chaos.

It's always cold and unforgiving – but even so, there is a subtle vibrancy and vitality hidden beneath the snow-covered pine and cypress leaves.

On the white ground covered with a thick layer of snow, a hunter was prostrate on it.

The newly fallen jade dust obscured her figure, and the frozen raindrops froze her breath. Her breathing was faint, but her eyes were bright under her eyelashes, which were a little feathered.

Kaede Ke was staring at something intently.

Behind the twisted old birch trees, among the bare branches, there was a reindeer seeking food in the snow.

It was probably a male reindeer, but it was really old—even with its yellowed horns, but there was a hint of vicissitudes and decay in the occasional gap—which is probably why it had come to this point.

Although his body is no longer as agile and vigorous as it was when he was young, his thick nose can still smell dangerous killing intent in the air.

"Chirp-"

A solid-colored silver-throated long-tailed shook off the thin snow and rose from the towering branches, spreading its small down feathers towards the brilliant golden crow.

Its soft fur was filled with insulated air, and it fluffily showed a lovely round roll in the golden light—a very touching scene—the problem was that it happened to be on top of Kaede.

Naturally, the old reindeer, who had been tracking her in the snow and ice for half a day, was frightened and went deep into the forest—what could she say but to sigh bad luck?

"Y-!" Kaede frantically flicked her fist at the snowy silver-white overhead, as if that would really hit the pitiful little thing—oh, so she could swear.

Feng Ke scolded a few words, got up from the snow with a bone, and brushed the snowflakes off his body.

She was hungry, and the winter wind through the woods was so cold.

She sighed, crossed the white gas that had only been frozen into Xiaoice droplets in just a moment from her mouth, and strangled the rope that tied Mr. "Survivor".

The snow was thick beneath her feet, and she couldn't stop thinking of her own carpets, vintage fireplaces, and pine square tables when she stepped on them softly.

But walking like this is tiring—tired and cold.

It wasn't a good time to get out of the warm house and play in the snow, and she didn't think she could have a snowball fight.

If Kaede weren't so hungry and cold, she would have had the leisure to build a big snowman of equal height—she swears, maybe she'd stick a red carrot in the snowman's round head to make it look like the stupid and cute things that have appeared in traditional movies and TV shows!

Just losing a rare hunting opportunity, she was a little resentful in her heart - well, she admits that her lungs are almost bursting -!

The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became, as if it was not an agile old reindeer that was still good at jumping under her nose, but a damn, fragrant roast deer with cumin and cumin sprinkled with crispy skin that was almost oily—oh, she could almost smell the smell of roast meat!

It's just that Lady Luck isn't on her side today, and there's nothing to be gained from even the hidden traps that have been laid out before—unless a piece of dry hard dung pulled on it like a roe deer can be called a harvest.

Kaede Ke hesitated for a moment in the dense, gray-covered woods, and finally stepped out of the safe hunting range that had been demarcated by the previous reconnaissance.

She'd have to get enough food today, or her sturdy body will be weakened by hunger until she can't lift a gun anymore—and she'll be dead.

She pulled out the dagger at her waist, marked an old stump with easy identification, and walked into the woods covered with deep snow without hesitation.

There are no animals in the forest of Ori in winter, so it is difficult to hear the chirping of any living creatures full of life and vitality when walking alone, and it is quiet, as if she has been maliciously cut off from all contact with the outside world.

The towering fir trees watched silently at the human who had broken into the forest, their bodies reaching to the sky, and the mass of branches that stretched out from the thick trunks met in mid-air, creating an extremely complex and irregular pattern. Not only was the blurry sky cut into fine pieces, but even the ethereal snowflakes were stuck in the fine spots of the branches, forming specks of rich white.

This made Kaede feel dizzy as she walked under the snow cover, for the boundary between heaven and earth had been blurred by the sheer whiteness that filled her vision, and the furious winter wind and the unchanging monotony of the scene were affecting her thoughts at the same time—it seemed that above her head was a terrible, heavy earth, and this seemingly endless giant was intimidating her with its maddening, unimaginable majesty!

Under tremendous psychological pressure, Kaede gradually quickened his pace, stepping over the often seen clumps of dwarf trees and bare roots outside the snow, and navigating through the endless white snow, following the trail of his prey.

She still remembered to stop her hurried steps from time to time and leave a sign in an inconspicuous place where she could return—but Kaede couldn't stay outside for long, the low temperatures that permeated the forest would slowly and silently take her life—not to mention that she had two wounded guys to take care of.

Hold on for another hour, and an hour will be fine.

She said this to herself in her heart, struggling to tread on the soft snow.

She's so cold.

When I walked alone through the woods, I felt that time was flowing very slowly, and now I suddenly felt that it seemed to be slipping very fast.

The noon sun was still obscured behind thick clouds, and when I looked up, I could only find a cold, emotionless white light in the fluttering snow.

Hunting requires a lot of luck, Kaede is not a great hunter, but she must achieve something in the vast forests of the northern continent - even if the evaporated water vapor from her skin has slowly condensed on Kaede's face, erected and sharp Xiaoice needles.

This is not a good sign, her temperature is already on the low side.

Kaede wiped her face, but the rough knitted gloves made her face hurt very much - perhaps the frozen skin magnified the pain exponentially, or maybe it was simply because there were a lot of fine Xiaoice slags mixed in the gaps of the gloves.

She didn't know, but subconsciously felt that it was better not to wipe her red face from the cold. So Kaede tightened her thick clothes and pulled the cold hat down on her head so that it could cover her ears - her ears, which had been sore from the strong wind just a moment ago, were now like two wooden bumps, and only when she touched them did she feel a little bit of a hazy feeling of being blocked by something—she tried to pinch them hard, but she still couldn't seem to get anything out of them.

Using his arms to shield himself from the dazzling wind and snow that suddenly blew up from the forest, Kaede Ke thought of more than three years ago.

At that time, she was still popular, and there were many flattering and smiling guys around her. She smokes illegal electronic drugs, throws ultra-luxurious and glittering parties, and even manipulates the bodies of poor people to participate in the cruel wars of the lower worlds...... She's young, she's rich, she doesn't have to worry about her future, and there's no such thing as an outrageous, cold-hearted termination of her contract — she just needs to maintain the status quo — at least that's what she once thought.

Thinking about it now, it's so naïve that it makes people laugh.

In those days, she and the working group recorded a live-action survival show on the frozen planet Valency, numbered "D-3-f07", and after a symbolic performance of a certain scene, she heard the great elder of the local indigenous tribe spit out this sentence with shriveled lips while sitting by the campfire in a sable coat and enjoying the strange atmosphere of such a backward form of heating:

"You will never feel the anger of nature, because your technology has blinded you so much that you have forgotten how weak you were in the first place."

It was a snowstormy day, and it was completely dark, and without the help of integrated pickups and language modules, she would have ignored the rhythmic vernacular in the mocking roar of the cold wind.

Kaede didn't understand why he would have the courage to say such offensive words to her - when their sub-light ship crossed the vast cosmic vacuum and anchored in the orbit of the planet, even the eternal sun and moon would be obscured by it—the thick shadow cast on this ancient continent, and the brilliant light refracted by the fiberglass armor that could be seen when you looked up, didn't it already demonstrate the extraordinary power and great divine power that humans possessed?

She only thought that he was backward, ignorant, and ignorant, but she ignored that there was something deeper in the eyes of the old man sitting across the campfire than the flickering light of the fire.

Now she knows, but a little late.

She was so cold—but a jumping, startled snow rabbit made her cooled chest rise and fall violently—it was so beautiful, and its white fluff looked so luster, soft and pleasant, even in the glimmer of the withered old branches and dense goose snow—it only moved between knee-high dry bushes, and its small body often crashed into the fine snow attached to it, causing a whisper of falling snow, so as to show a different kind of agility and ingenuity.

She didn't dare to move, so she maintained a stiff position, lest the extra breath scare it away.

So it stopped, looking at the friendly world with its slender, hairy ears and ruby eyes.

But Feng Ke stared at it with only greed and hunger in her eyes—a primitive desire that crushed reason and grace—and at this moment, she could be regarded as a human being, a natural person, just like those ancestors who had run on the ancient African continent and whistled from their gaping mouths.