Chapter 21: Picking the Fire Spirit

The two walked to the top of the mountain, the sunlight shone directly down without hindrance, but they still couldn't extinguish the boundless cold, and the light was blocked by the mist halfway up the mountainside, and then dispersed into a vague cold white light in front of them. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The howling cold wind stabbed through his skin like a cold dagger. The two snuggled together, walking stiffly, their faces as pale as deathly, their gray-white lips trembling, and their thin bodies trembling.

"Look!" Zhao Haochen pointed to a cliff and said.

The snow-white cliff with no top is like a knife, neat and flat, and a fiery red flame blooms in mid-air, and a crystal clear fiery red herb around the body, as if it is bubbling with flames, across the cliff. A thick, white mist buried the cliffs deep, and the hot air steamed up from below, making it look like a wide, tumbling white sea.

"This ......" Zhao Haochen raised his head from the damp and cold air flow rolling around him, his ears were whistling with the sound of the wind, and his face suddenly collapsed with joy, and he lowered his head, like a defeated lion, dejected.

"Slide down!" In the cold wind and chaotic snow, on the snow of the wasteland not far away, there stood a beautiful woman in the wind. The expression on his face was resolute and resolute.

"Slippery ...... Slide down?" Zhao Haochen looked at the bottomless cliff and was startled, "Are we going to slide down?" Are you sure? This is a cliff, if you are not careful, you will have no bones, have you really thought about it?" A pair of cool eyes were like sapphires in the light, shining with a ghostly light, full of doubts and horrors, staring at Zhuge Wan'er burningly, hoping that she would change her mind.

The icy wasteland, the shiny white ground in the depths of winter, and the bitter wind wrapped in the remnants of ice and snow.

The icy snow and ice were pushed by the storm and rushed towards the white cliffs, falling in a slump and bottomless.

Zhuge Wan'er's back disappeared into a misty snowstorm.

A gentle smile appeared on her face, like the first moment of bloom, bringing out a resolute beauty to his countenance. She smiled softly, and then slid straight down a slender rope.

"You ......" When Zhao Haochen came back to his senses, Zhuge Wan'er was already hanging in the air, one beautiful arm was pulling the rope stiffly, and the other arm was groping the rock wall with difficulty, her legs were on the cliff, the white snow soaked her entire foot, the cold winter, the tyrannical cold wind carried a stream of fragrant wind on her body, blowing in her face.

"If you want to go down, it should be me, why don't you go down quietly, how can you say that I am also a boy!" Zhao Haochen muttered something, his two hands were entangled, constantly stirring, with a trace of hesitation on his face, he wanted to step out, but his legs couldn't help but tremble, and he couldn't move forward, as if he didn't obey the call.

I don't know when, Zhuge Wan'er has already thrown out the snow-white robe on his body. Dressed in tights, tightly wrapped around his delicate body, the wind blowing her clothes, wrapping his charming ketone body in graceful curves.

She was like a big gecko, sliding all the way down the rope, and her movements seemed to be extremely skillful, without a trace of mud and water.

"I'm not as good as her when I go down, maybe I'll be a big drag, I'll wait quietly for her to come up!" Zhao Haochen's unhappy mood finally found a fair and honest reason for himself, the humiliation that was surging in his chest, and the pain of tearing his heart apart for his timidity was about to be torn apart. The sadness and resentment that turned into tears and accumulated in the eyes of the emotion of hating oneself gradually decreased.

Scattered and warm sunlight, dotted and scattered across the moor. The sharp sword-like thick black eyebrows flew obliquely into his dense sideburns, and the deep eye sockets, like the smooth and pure pupils of a fawn, with a trace of guilt and sadness, stared at the light delphinium that slid downward.

"On this cold day, you will definitely be very tired, I will bake some food for you first, and when you come up, you will definitely be very happy!"

Looking around, the wind and snow in the sky, not to mention a pheasant, not even a single insect can be seen, with a pout, a look of displeasure, and a little frustrated. However, not far away, there was a sound of "pounce", and a snowcock walked on the snow with graceful steps and a proud head, as if patrolling its own territory.

"Oh mom, you were given to me by the sky!"

For catching pheasants, this is a piece of cake for this 21st century **silk student, and it is not a problem at all.

Slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist, completely regarded it as a spear, aimed at the unlucky snow chicken, and with a "whoosh" sound, with a burst of penetrating wind, poof, and inserted it into his body impartially.

I dug a big pit not far from the edge of the cliff, about three feet deep, checked the rope tied to the tree, shook it, and the ice and snow fell from the edge of the cliff, and the tree creaked, and then it was quiet again. The slender rope also shook for a while......

All of a sudden, he jumped down with the branches he had picked up and the snowcock that had died. He took out the flint from his clothes, made a fire, plucked the snowcock, covered it with dirt, and strung it on the branches of a tree, and roasted it on the fire. After roasting for a while, I felt that it was not enough, and I felt that something was missing, so I jumped out, the fire was slowly burning, the spacious pit was unusually warm, the frozen snow began to melt slowly, and the water stains continued to spread around.

After looking for a week, I couldn't find the right ingredients, so I had to come back helplessly and continue to barbecue. In a few moments, the snowcock shone brightly on the earth, and the alluring fragrance mixed with the fragrance of the earth spread.

The firelight was warm and bright in the chaotic wind and snow.

The firewood burned continuously, making a sound of "peeling", and constantly bursting out of sparks, like fireflies at night, blown up by the wind and floating in the shadows between the trees. Before you know it, the snow and ice began to melt, and a faint layer of water stains filled the entire crater, gradually spreading in all directions.

Thousands of miles of wasteland, thousands of cliffs, tiny cracks are slowly forming, large chunks of ice and snow continue to fall from the cliffs, and the god of death is walking towards the two of them step by step again......