Qinghan Pass, wind and snow.

There is a temple of the wind master on the side of the road, and the drumsticks of the drum tower have long been gone, and only two boards are blown by the wind and shake their heads, and they are put together on the broken drum one by one.

Knock knock, the irregular drum sound came into the ears of the people in the temple one by one.

Zhao Feng, who was shrinking behind the door, subconsciously curled up tighter. In the face of the weather, the jacket on his body was already old, and he couldn't withstand much cold. But he dismantled the futon in the temple and set it on fire, and picked up the wooden pieces of broken tables and chairs, and a fire was already lit.

With fire, this snowy night is much better.

Originally, he could walk for half a day to reach Chunming City, but he suddenly encountered heavy snow blocking the way. Zhao Feng subconsciously touched his belly, deflated.

Sleep, you won't be hungry when you fall asleep.

After a gust of wind, the temple door that was bolted by him was suddenly slammed.

Zhao Feng shook, and then heard someone shouting outside: "Open the door, stay!" The voice was faint, and most of it was covered by the wind and snow.

This ruined temple is not his home, and besides, people who are in a hurry have unwritten rules. Zhao Feng hesitated slightly, then stepped forward and opened the door.

There was a gust of wind, and the snowflakes rushed in after one man.

This person is shorter than him, and Zhao Feng is relieved at a glance: he wears a lambskin jacket, no matter the quality or workmanship, he can throw off the five streets on Zhao Feng's body, not to mention the thickness, the material is good.

The other party's net worth is richer than Zhao Feng, so at least he won't have the intention of killing people and robbing money?

Zhao Feng really has nothing to rob.

He also noticed that the man was wearing a felt hat, which enclosed his entire face tightly, and only showed a pair of eyes, which was bright.

Although the small temple is broken, the four walls are still strong. The man turned around and closed the door, shook the snow first, and then sat down by the wall. As soon as he lifted his jacket, Zhao Feng saw that he was pulling two hemp ropes in his hands, and two animals were tied to the ropes, both of which were hanging upside down motionless.

The latecomer took off his gloves, leaned over to the fire and rubbed his hands before taking off his felt hat and taking two sips of heater. His hands were small, with ten slender fingers, and he did not look like a man.

Zhao Feng was stunned, subconsciously raised his head and glanced at it, and was surprised:

This turned out to be a woman!

In the ice and snow, anyone wearing such a thick jacket looks like a bear, and they can't tell the difference between men and women. But as soon as this person took off his hat, he showed a melon seed face, and he had willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, although his cheeks were slightly high, and his complexion was like honey, not like the fine white of a deep boudoir woman, but he was really a beauty.

Just looking at her face, Zhao Feng felt that it was not a good match, especially this woman's eyes were too aggressive, he lowered his head after just looking at it, and did not make contact with the other party's gaze.

The other party was also looking at Zhao Feng. Compared to his shyness, this woman is much more generous.

The young man has a fair face, a delicate appearance, longer eyelashes than a woman, and a large bookcase beside him, which does not look like a coarse person.

There was a thick bowl by the fire, and she pointed to it, "Can you borrow it from me?"

"Ah, yes!" Zhao Feng hurriedly handed it to her, "Here." ”

She got up and went to the door to fetch a bowl of snow and brought it back to the fire. The snow in the bowl melts at a rate visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, as soon as the woman lifted the hemp rope, Zhao Feng took a complete look at the two prey.

Tied to the rope was a large pheasant and a weasel. Both guys seemed to be stunned and closed their eyes, but Zhao Feng could see that the weasel's tail moved, and it should still be alive.

There is a wound on the neck of the chicken, and there is blood on the pointed beak of the weasel.

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