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"Really...... It's cold!"

Ning Feng walked on the desolate Gobi, the sunset had already retracted into the nest as cold, and the bright moon seemed to be not a clear light, but a bone-chilling wind. (Please search for the fastest novel website!)

In just one or two hours, he experienced the difference between the soldering iron under the feet of a furnace and the cold wind on all sides like entering an ice cellar.

On the Gobi Desert and in the Yellow Desert, the temperature difference between day and night is so large that Ning Feng can be regarded as having experienced it.

Along the way, the most he saw were the dry poplar trees that had no leaves.

These poplar trees, one in the east and one in the west, are completely incapable of giving people a sense of life, especially at night, and feel more like they are powerlessly stretching out their hands to the sky, struggling in the mud.

"No wonder someone freezes to death. ”

Ning Feng rubbed his hands together as he walked. This is still because he has a strong physique, and the robe that changes three times a day on his body has a certain ability to keep warm, otherwise it is really unimaginable what it will look like when it will be cold.

The night gradually deepened.

Walking in the Gobi at night, feeling the biting cold wind, Ning Feng couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"In the past three days, the reason why the demon has not done evil is probably because of the master. ”

"That old man Han should have died before that. ”

"The Master will send me to Ganlu Town, thinking that it is the present, and will deter the demon. But if I can't find the demon and solve it in a short time, and someone dies for it, then ......"

When Ning Feng thought of this, his heart was cold, even better than the biting cold wind outside.

“...... That's my responsibility!"

Some things, when it's not about themselves, just talk about it, subduing demons and subduing demons is proud and light, but if you put these burdens on your shoulders, it will be called "responsibility" The burden is not so easy to pick.

"The demon lives to this day because of me. ”

"Then whether it's for the sake of the people of Ganlu Town, or for the sake of living up to the expectations of the master, I will let you not live tomorrow!"

Ning Feng was ruthless, especially when he thought of the little girls like the big girls in Ganlu Town, who lost their relatives, or froze to death, or dried up corpses, he felt unbearable.

"Now the question is: what kind of demon is it? and, where?!"

Ning Feng aimlessly followed all the directions that seemed to have been tracked, along the places that he had inquired about when he left the town, and the places that he had to pass to and from the town.

The wind of the night was blowing whirring, and it was blowing on him, and there was a slight feeling of warmth.

"Huh, warmth?"

Ning Feng's heart moved, and he looked towards the place where the wind came from.

There, in the darkness of the night, there was a faint fire.

"It's a campfire, someone. ”

Ning Feng was overjoyed, not because there was a place to bake the fire—although he was really cold—but because after walking all night, he couldn't even see a ghost, and someone could always inquire about it.

He walked briskly towards the campfire.

On the Gobi Desert at night, you can walk straight to it, and you don't have to worry about getting lost or something.

After walking for a while, there was only a little red light in the distance, and finally appeared in front of Ning Feng in its entirety.

It was a small and small bonfire, and there were seven or eight people sitting around it, one by one, rubbing their hands, or silently baking the fire, or huddled up to the fire.

A circle of people sat around the campfire, and there were two or three empty seats.

Seeing the prospect in front of him, Ning Feng chuckled, and his steps slowed slightly.

"Something is wrong. ”

He thought of what the townspeople had said before, and he was vigilant and walked over again.

As he walked, Ning Feng observed intently.

The seven or eight people sitting around the bonfire all had the same faces, blue in white, black in the blue, and cold all around, as if they were about to freeze into ice.

In the night of the Gobi, it is normal to be cold like this, and before he came, Ning Feng, who was walking against the night wind, was not much better.

"It's still weird. ”

Ning Feng muttered in his heart, found a vacant seat, and sat down.

While sitting down, he raised his hand and greeted: "It's a little cold, borrow a place to roast the fire, don't mind?"

"Of course, I'll pick up firewood too. ”

They were silent, but no one drove him away.

"Yes......" Ning Feng suddenly knew what was wrong when he spoke.

From the time he appeared, to the time he sat down, from beginning to end, no one looked up at him or said a word, which was too strange.

If it was an ordinary person who was half frozen to death in the cold wind, he would definitely sit down and talk about it, maybe he wouldn't think too much, but Ning Feng was not, and he immediately became weird.

One, two, three......

More than ten breaths passed, Ning Feng was rubbing his hands together, roasting the fire, and his eyes swept over the seven or eight people before.

Finally, his gaze fell on a young man on his left, closest to him.

The young man's eyes were dull, so cold that he was lying on his back, and his hands were rubbing together, but he couldn't bring any warmth.

Compared to the others, his face was not so bad, and when Ning Feng sat down, his eyes seemed to roll a little.

What's more, on this person's face, Ning Feng vaguely saw the shadow of Han Da who was running into the town crying with his father's corpse on his back.

"He's Han Er!"

Ning Feng was sure, so he moved towards him without a trace.

At a distance of three or five feet, Ning Feng felt the cold qi emanating from Han Er's body, as if this was not a living person, but a piece of cold ice.

"Waha, it's saved, it's saved, Guanyin is like a Buddha, I'm freezing to death grandpa. ”

Without waiting for Ning Feng to say something tentative, a loud shouting voice came from a distance.

As soon as Ning Feng followed the prestige, he saw a figure like a galloping horse, bringing out smoke and dust billowing on the Gobi and throwing it behind him, slamming himself into the campfire, and sitting in the position he had just moved out, next to him.

"Fu!"

Ning Feng's eyes narrowed, the distance between the two sides was too close, and he saw for the first time that when the man sat down, a talisman flew up behind him and fell to the ground into ashes.

As soon as the man sat down, he shivered with cold, and while cursing and scolding the thief with his mouth, damn the weather, he took the firewood prepared next to him and threw it into the campfire.

"Boom~", the flames jumped higher, and everyone sitting in a circle involuntarily leaned in.

"Why don't you speak?"

The man seemed to feel a little warmer, and asked strangely.

He was shriveled and thin, five feet tall in the sky, with a goatee, thief eyebrows and mouse eyes, and he didn't look like a good person.

If such a person walks in the market, as soon as he sees him, he will instinctively cover his wallet, for fear that he will be touched if he is not careful.

"My surname is Shu, nicknamed Bailing, Shu Bailing's is. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, be polite and polite. ”

Shu Bailing clenched his fists on all sides, trying his best to straighten his chest, giving people the feeling that he was still obscene, and he still wanted to cover his wallet.

Ning Feng glanced at him, if he hadn't sat close and saw the talisman flying down, he would have thought that this was a useless old bastard, sliding the door and picking the lock of a thief.

It's strange to say, he originally wanted to say a few words to this Shu Bailing, but the words were all in his mouth, and he suddenly felt bored, and he felt even colder, and he didn't want to talk lazily.

There was silence, no one spoke around the campfire.

Shu Bailing didn't feel embarrassed at all, and muttered a lot, from what a chicken and dog jumped in the town, couldn't stay still and was ready to change places, the weather on this Gobi would kill people, and he wouldn't come next time he died, etc.

I don't know when, he gradually fell silent, and without saying a word, he approached the bonfire, trembling all over, his face was blue, and he had no interest in speaking.

A group of people sat silently around, only the sound of the campfire crackling, and the sound kept ringing.

"It's so cold around the campfire, isn't it even colder outside?"

Ning Feng felt that his consciousness was a little sluggish, as if he was about to fall asleep, so he hurriedly found an excuse and thought desperately:

"At this temperature, if you go out and don't have a bonfire, I'm afraid even I won't be able to support it, let alone Han Er. ”

"How can it be so cold?"

Ning Feng unconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to add firewood to the bonfire, but he reached out but touched a void, it turned out that the firewood prepared by the campfire had been cleaned by Shu Bailing.

Thinking of the poplar groves he had passed by when he came before, Ning Feng took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

"Brother, come with me to collect some firewood. ”

Ning Feng stretched out his hand and shook Han Er next to him, and said loudly.

Han Er's eyes rolled, as if he was a little unconscious, and he didn't understand what others were saying.

Ning Feng didn't mean to wait for him to answer at all, he stretched out his hand, dragged his arm and picked it up, and the two of them walked towards the poplar forest not far away.

During the whole process, except for Shu Bailing, who seemed to stand up and follow, immediately shrunk back, felt cold again, and leaned back against the bonfire, the others did not respond.

Like, a statue made of ice.

"It's cold, it's cold, it's cold......"

Ning Feng hugged Han Er, feeling the endless coldness that kept drilling into his bones, and he couldn't stand the cold.

"There must be something wrong, there must be a problem, what the hell?!"

"How could I be so cold?"

Ning Feng's expression was calm, but there was a voice roaring in his heart, which was about to resound throughout the Gobi Desert.

Han Er walked and walked, as if he had moved his body, his eyes were a little more agile, and he muttered to himself: "Picking up firewood, collecting firewood, it's so cold." ”

The poplar forest is next to it, and the withered branches are showing their teeth and claws, as if countless are grabbing the sky, indicating endless unwilling dry hands.

In a short period of time, the two of them each lightly picked up a full of dead branches.

Ning Feng looked at Han Er, wanting to talk about the situation in his family, and wanted to say that he would just take him away, but somehow, he felt that there was an incomparably cold eroded into his body, and he was extremely eager to return to the campfire.

"He's so unconscious, he probably won't go with me. Looking at this Han Er, a handful of withered branches seems to be more important than the old father, and he completely forgot the purpose of jì. ”

"Also, if you can't solve the problem and the demon leaves like this, even if you save Han Er, more people will still die. No, I need to find out why, find out who the demon really is. ”

Ning Feng touched the golden talisman in front of his chest, afraid that even he couldn't tell whether he really thought so, or succumbed to the desire for warmth, and found an excuse to return to the campfire.

"It's cold!"

Both of them froze and faltered and returned.

"Huh?"

"There's one more person. ”

Walking not far away, Ning Feng was now next to Shu Bailing, and there was another person sitting.

A bearded man, with a long knife on his back, dressed as a typical swordsman on the Gobi.

He was laughing heartily and talking, with a large wine bag in his hand that was passed to everyone around the campfire.

Even if you just smell the aroma of the sake, you can feel its intensity and imagine the warmth in your stomach when you drink it.

Shu Bailing was like Ning Feng a moment ago, with a mouth like a chicken's butt, and he actually closed it, letting the bearded man talk there, and roasted the fire silently by himself.

Dahan calls himself an old knife handle, and he is a perennial knife man on the Gobi, who is cold at night, and sees a bonfire coming to disturb him.

Ning Feng came back, and after sitting down, he got the news from the old knife handle himself.

He, Han Er, Shu Bailing and the old knife handle, one after another, added firewood to the bonfire, and the flames licked upwards one person high, but everyone still felt cold.

A ** coldness came like a tide, as if it was going to knock everyone into the deepest part of the sea.

"Can't sleep!"

Ning Feng bit his tongue, sat upright, put on a five-hearted posture, and used great perseverance to complete the usual simple visualization.

- Nine deaths, state of mind.

is also good at what he has done, although he has not regretted nine deaths.

Ning Feng, who opened his eyes again, faintly had blood flowing down the corners of his mouth, which was the blood that came out of the tip of his tongue.

His eyes were clearer than ever.

"Gotta leave!"

"If I stay, my will will will be so weak that I dare not leave, and I am reluctant to leave. ”

Ning Feng finally found the problem.

Everyone around the campfire seemed to wake up in the early morning of a winter night, and they didn't have enough will to lift the quilt and go out.

What awaits them is to freeze to death.

"No wonder they said that there would be a circle of people who would freeze to death and die of sunburn, this is the situation in front of them. ”

"If you are greedy for warmth for a while, you will never have the courage to leave. ”

Ning Feng's gaze swept over, not to mention the people who were around the bonfire early, even him, Shu Bailing, and the old knife handle, all of whom looked sluggish and numb, and said nothing.

"Those people, I'm afraid they're already frozen to death. ”

Ning Feng looked at those who had not even turned their eyes since he appeared, but had just mechanically roasted the fire and rubbed their hands mechanically, and slowly shook their heads.

"Let's go!"

He staggered to his feet, grabbed Han Er's arm, and shouted loudly again: "No, it's too cold, it must be not enough firewood." ”

"Lao Shu, old knife handle, let's go, let's go and collect firewood together, the two of us can't pick up too much. ”

Hearing his words, his face turned blue, and he changed the old knife handle and Shu Bailing who had been talking about it before and looked at it hesitantly, as if he was a little reluctant to leave the warmth of the bonfire.

"If you don't pick it up, it'll be cold!"

Ning Feng spat out the last four words.

These four words seemed to hit something, and the two of them supported each other to the ground.

As soon as they stood up, exposed to the howling cold wind, all four of them shivered, so cold that their bones were cold.

"Let's go!"

"It's right next door, and I'll be back soon. ”

Ning Feng shouted loudly, dragging Han Er, followed by Shu Bailing and the old knife handle, and the four of them staggered towards the poplar forest.