After wearing the book, I was forced to become a fake system

Chapter 60 The only love! (build)
"Want to go together?"

Yuan Hanyi knew the meaning of these words with his knees, didn't he just want to prostitute their Sinan for nothing.

"The junior brothers of Shengyang Peak have advanced cultivation bases, we at Qingshuang Peak should not hinder you."

The second senior brother refused tactfully but firmly, but unfortunately the people from Shengyang Peak did not leave.

They fell not far from the disciples of Qingshuang Peak, and they even claimed that anyone can walk on this road.

What does the little raccoon know about the grievances between them? She stood up with her hind legs on Shang Yanting's arms, her front paws on Shang Yanting's shoulders, looking at the goddess in the crowd not far away, she felt pity for her. .

"My dear host, that pretty young lady in the back is so pitiful."

Shang Yanting turned his head and glanced back, without changing the speed of his feet, "The epee at her waist can smash you into a pulp."

Uh……

It doesn't have to be so bloody.

As they were talking, there was a commotion behind them.

People from Shengyang Peak were slashing wildly with swords and chasing something.When the disciples of Qingshuang Peak drew their swords and were about to go and have a look, they cheered——

Caught a lizard!
The lizard was half a meter long, and it was full of bright red flesh, which cheered up the hungry crowd.

"Do you want to share some with the senior brothers in Qingshuangfeng?"

Zhu Hongxiu asked Yuan Hanyi.

They did do something wrong before they came, and now they can bring something over, just to resolve the conflict between the two parties.

It's a pity that as soon as this question was asked, it caused dissatisfaction among many senior brothers.

"Why give it to them."

"Exactly! Didn't you see their shameless look just now?"

They are the best inner sect disciples of Shengyang Peak, why should they please those people in Qingshuang Peak?
What's more, there wasn't much lizard meat, and none of their disciples from this peak had enough meat.

Zhu Hongxiu looked apologetically at the disciples of Qingshuang Peak who came to check the situation not far away, and everyone shrugged.

They only ate cooked rabbit meat and chicken at noon, so they couldn't look down on this bloody stuff.

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After a day of driving, the desert was completely dark.

The temperature here will drop to an extremely cold temperature within an hour, and everyone no longer rushes to sit around to keep warm.

At this time, Jia Xitong will curl up the little raccoon into a ball before the soul body leaves, hug Shang Yanting's hands, and become a... hand warmer.

Who wouldn't be envious of such an intelligent and useful Warcraft?
The brothers who were sore every day closed their eyes and prepared to go to sleep, when a drop of water happened to hit one of them on the face.

"It's raining?"

As soon as the voice of doubt fell, heavy rain poured down.

"Get the water!"

All of a sudden everyone got up, and a container full of water was placed on the ground.

The monks who had been thirsty for a long time even stood in the rain and opened their mouths to catch it, but soon they stopped doing so.

The heavy rain drenched the robes on his body, and the cold wind quickly lost his body temperature.

Not only that, the rain is gradually turning into ice!

First, it was the size of white sugar, then the size of soybeans, and then the hailstones the size of eggs fell—extreme joy begets sorrow.

There is no place to hide at all. It is good to be hit by hail with a black nose and face, but if you have a lump of ice in the middle of your forehead, it will be over.

"Lie down in the sand and cover your head!"

Brothers kept shouting.

For a while, the sound of falling ice cubes, screams, footsteps, and digging were all mixed together and became a mess.

Among all the people, the safest one is probably only Shang Yanting.

At this moment he was covered by a cauldron.

Shang Yanting huddled in the big iron pot, and could hear the sound of hail hitting the big iron pot, occasionally accompanied by one or two screams.And the instigator of all this was lying beside him right now, with his hairy head still squeezed between his neck.

"Are you cold?"

Jia Xitong asked.

Shang Yanting shook his head slightly, "It's not cold."

He lightly touched the head of the puppet in his arms with his forehead, "Where did you get the iron pot?"

"Brother brought it out."

Can't the mount be taken away?

When the brothers were packing things, she packed some things they couldn't take away, and happened to have this big iron pot.

She originally wanted to use a big iron pot to hold rainwater, but she didn't expect to use it to carry it.

Listening to the occasional screams outside, Jia Xitong felt sorry for the seniors, and then silently stuffed two extra cotton coats on Shang Yanting.

The hailstones fell for half an hour, and the torrential rain continued until midnight.

As the night wind blew, the completely wet uniforms of the disciples almost froze, sticking stiffly to their bodies.

"cough!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

It was hit by hail again, it was rained heavily, and it was extremely cold, even the body of a martial arts practitioner couldn't resist, coughing sounded one after another.

All were pale, and some had a fever.

"Second senior brother, I'm so cold."

"Me too, I miss Eldest Brother and his cakes."

"I kind of want to go back to Cyan Frost Peak now..."

The rain stopped, and the conversation became more pronounced, occasionally laced with hunky sobs.

Jia Xitong poked Shang Yanting next to him, motioning him to get out of the iron pot.

Looking at the still dark weather, Shang Yanting asked coldly, "What are you doing?"

"Look at the brothers."

She led him by the hem of his clothes and walked, "Didn't you hear that some senior brothers were crying?"

The brothers who were originally fragile suddenly choked.

"Junior Brother Yan, are you alright?"

The second senior brother's voice sounded like a duck's voice, which sounded more serious.

It was dark all around, and the little raccoon felt that he needed a fire.Then she took out a pile of wood (← what the brothers left over from each fire), and with the efforts of Shang Yanting, the fire was raised.

The moment the flame lit up, it showed the tear stains on the face of Old Nineteen, Senior Brother Ten who was bleeding from his forehead, and a group of senior brothers with pale faces.

The male duck's voice couldn't stop the second senior brother's surprise, "Junior Yan, you are actually lighting a fire!"

More than lighting a fire, Junior Brother Yan is still in the best condition among all of them.

As for the group of sick and disabled brothers, the tenth brother was the worst. Not only was his forehead hit by hailstones, but he also started to have a high fever.

What else can I do, take medicine.

She took out the wind-cold medicine prepared for Shang Yanting, and gave each senior brother a pill.

Everyone consciously sat together around this small flame to absorb the cherished warmth.

"Everyone help, put the pot on."

Jia Xitong patted the big iron pot that made meritorious deeds, and instructed everyone to put the pot on the fire.

Add water to the pot, add firewood to the fire, and distribute half a flatbread to each person.

These things appeared so fast that everyone hadn't reacted and thought about where these things came from.

The second senior brother bit the pancake in his hand in bewilderment, and was patted by Jia Xitong.

"It's not for eating, brothers please break it into small pieces."

There is a pot and hot water, how good it is to eat steamed buns.

All the broken cakes were put into the pot, and they gradually expanded and churned in the hot water, and the aroma of the noodles spread throughout the desert.

The brothers of Qingshuangfeng stared straight at it, already impatient.

Not far away, the brothers of Shengyang Peak were also cold and hungry. Looking at the flames in front of them and smelling the faint fragrance, they swallowed uncontrollably.

A quarter of an hour later, Shang Yanting, who was standing beside him without any desires, ate the first bowl that others were thinking of.

====Now Monologue====
Its protection is stupid and funny, but I am addicted to this exclusive love.

　Ahhhhh!
　　I feel that this chapter is not well written, so I changed it many times.

　　Because there is no manuscript, everyone will just read it first~
　　I made an appointment with the editor to put it on the shelves on the 28th, and it will be changed violently at that time!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)