It was only after it was confirmed that the injury on Lyist's calf was indeed improving at a visible rate that Soraka completely gave up the idea of treating the man.

Before it was dark, Soraka witnessed the lame man set up a fire in the cave, and skewered the processed clean snow venison with dry sticks, from going out to find dry firewood in the wind and snow to barbecuing venison, the man did it all by himself, and when he looked down and secretly compared, Soraka found that the man's ability to survive in the wild was much stronger than his own.

Handing the kebab to Solaka, who was holding his legs and bowing his head, Lyist patted the fur rucksack that had been thrown on the ground, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"These beasts have eaten quite a few people, and judging by the remains, there are at least five of them, and I have just searched the cave and found many useful good things, which we may be able to use on the way...... Let's eat, it's delicious when it's hot, and it's not delicious when it's cold. ”

Soraka looked up and tried to grasp the branch with her clumsy hands, but twice failed, and the man handed the piece of flesh directly to his mouth.

The woman looked at the man, but the man smiled.

"Aren't companions meant to help each other? How about a taste? The heat should be okay. ”

Opening his mouth to bite into the outermost piece of venison on the branch, Soraka struggled to adjust himself to the strange sensation he had never had.

She doesn't seem to hate the feeling of being cared for.

"Poor fawn, it's dead and still giving to other lives, if I can, I really hope that the fawn can live happily...... It's delicious, Lyist, you seem to have done this many times, and even I can't do it as well as you, such as roasting meat so deliciously. ”

"If you experience more difficulties, you will naturally understand how to face them, but practice makes perfect."

While Soraka puffed out his cheeks and chewed on the large pieces of meat, Lyster also took a bite of it, and the fat of the venison was perfectly roasted by the flame, and it had enough flavor without any seasoning.

For this time, Lyster is quite satisfied.

"Does this have anything to do with another part of your life? I'll apologize if I've embarrassed you with my question. ”

"It seems that your Star Spirit companion understands my origin and has also told you these things, in this case, there is no need to hide it, but I hope you can keep my secret and don't tell others, after all, you also know that I and your Star Spirit friends can be regarded as hostile relations, by the way, can you sense your Star Spirit Companion now? I mean, am I being watched by them? ”

"No, in fact they all have their own things to do, and rarely look at a mortal for long periods of time......"

"That's good."

Seeing that Soraka shook his head solemnly, Lyste told the story of his previous life.

In the midst of today's almost nothing, only Soraka can ease Lyster's pent-up emotions and find a glimmer of identification with the Land of Runeterra.

"Before I came to this world, I was a professional killer, employed by the Order, it was a completely different world from the Land of Runeterra, without any magic or gods, but with great technological power, relying on the laws of physics, humans could swim in the sky, explore in the deep sea, and make the earth turn into barren land in the explosion......

When I was a child, I lived in the base of the Order, which taught me survival, taught me skills, and taught me how to kill efficiently and stealthily, and my instructor said that I had inherited the masculinity of my Chinese father and the gentleness of my Russian mother, and that my first mission was in a city built in the snow and ice, which was called 'Russian' ...... by other countries."

In addition to the game League of Legends, Lyster tells a lot of stories from past lives, where men patiently explain terms that women don't understand, and women are obsessed with what men say about another world, horrified of everything in the other world.

Before I knew it, the night was dark, and only the fire was still lit with the light of the fire that was no longer bright, and there was a 'crackling' sound from time to time.

Accustomed to falling asleep at night, Soraka had long since fallen asleep, and the woman's head rested on Lyist's shoulder, as if she had forgotten that she was on the dangerous Freljord Ice Field.

"If you can rely on others forever to enjoy comfort and happiness, who wants to stand in the majestic wind and rain and move forward alone? Although you are a star spirit, you have the purest and purest heart, you protect others, who can protect you forever......"

The man who remained motionless carefully took out a rusted Demacian sword found in the cave from his package, and the man grasped the hilt of the sword and looked at the mouth of the cave not far away, as if danger was present there at any moment.

"At least let me do something for you before you leave."

In the watchful eye of men, the night passed, and the wind and snow disappeared.

As soon as it was dawn, Soraka opened her hazy eyes, but she saw Lyster being barbecued, and the woman got up from the blanket on the ground, and she found no sign of the man sleeping.

Lyist smiled a little embarrassedly.

"There's no way, I can't find other food for the time being, so I can only make do with another roast venison."

"You're already amazing to be able to get food in this situation, and you can't get tired of eating it a few more times like you're doing it."

With a gentle smile in return, Soraka saw the man hand over the meat skewers, and the woman was about to catch them with her healed hands, but for some reason, after trying twice, her healed hands still couldn't hold the skewers of the meat steadily.

Sure enough, in the next second, the piece of meat was fed to his mouth by the man.

Soraka opened his mouth and bit down gently, but Lyster began to babble.

"My leg injury is healed, but your hand is not healed, which means that your recovery ability is not as good as mine, so you have to be obedient in the future, I will go first in case of danger, and then you will shoot when I can't hold it, your magic is our last choice, understand? The most powerful people are the last to strike, and the little minions will just leave it to me. ”

"Well, it's delicious."

A hamster-like woman with puffed cheeks struggles to express her love for roast venison.

"If you like it."

Lyster sighed, not knowing if Soraka had listened.

After breakfast, Lyist carried the sharpened Demacian sword at his waist, picked up the crescent staff of Soraka, and carried his bags.

The two walked side by side, once again on a new journey, on the snow, two rows of footprints close together, stretching to the horizon in the distance.