Fog Survival

Next to the glacier, in a shelter.

Zhao Cheng looked serious, staring at the "Mist Survival Manual" and muttering to himself.

"Hmph, no matter you Qi Yuan, Yang Zhenghe, or Qin Zhenjun... you will definitely not be able to figure out Zhao Cheng's true purpose! If you succeed... you will lose the most precious thing!"

Zhao Cheng's lowered eyebrows were slightly raised, revealing his deep eyes, as if he could see the stars... and the sea through his pupils!

With the "Mist Survival Manual" in hand, a large number of messages have been sent out in the private chat channel.

The content is extremely obscure and profound!

Zhao Cheng: "Mai Yun, I'm sorry to see you so late today. Can I talk to you, girl?"

Zhong Maiyun: "?"

Zhao Cheng: "Mai Yun! It's our first time meeting you. Why do you want to harm me?"

"?"

Zhao Cheng: "Why do I like you so much! Compare my feelings!"

"Are you sick?"

Zhao Cheng: "That's right! After meeting you today, I started having diarrhea. Do you know why?"

Zhao Cheng: "Because I want you to poop again and again!"

"..."

Zhao Cheng: "I am glad that you are ill, but there is no cure for it. The disease is called love, and you are responsible for the disease!"

"..."

Zhao Cheng: "Miss Mai Yun, my love for you is like a tractor going up the mountain, with great force!"

[Message sending failed, please add friends first! 】

Zhao Cheng smiled evilly: "This little girl is still shy. Let's see how I treat you tomorrow!"

…

After forming an alliance with each other, everyone had their own hidden agendas, but this alliance ultimately went according to Qi Yuan's plan.

After thinking about his future plans, Qi Yuan went back to the bedroom to sleep as soon as possible.

But tonight, it won’t be a comfortable night!

It's night time.

In the quiet shelter, a slow figure was moving.

He crawled on the ground, like a floating ghost, silently crawling across the yard and towards the house.

In the dark living room, a pair of black eyes peered at everything around them.

The fireplace was burning with charcoal, sending out a flickering light that fell on the bed in front.

Two women huddled under the firelight, sleeping soundly.

The black shadow passed by the two people, and after staring at the black pupils for a few seconds, the cold eyes did not change at all.

It seems that these two people are not 돗's target, so 놙놆 glances at 깊 and turns around to leave.

He glanced around and finally focused on a door.

Right bedroom!

Slowly approaching, his sharp claws easily destroyed the door, and he walked in easily.

At this time, Qi Yuan, who was on the bed, did not notice anything unusual in the room and was still sleeping.

The black shadow crawled all the way, moving slowly and silently, aiming directly at the bed.

Climb up easily with sheets hanging from the edge of the bed.

The layers of cotton quilts and two extremely thick winter quilts exude comfortable heat.

The black shadow had a clear goal. He climbed directly from the end of the bed and got in along the quilt at his feet.

Qi Yuan spread his legs and walked forward. During this process, Qi Yuan didn't notice at all.

Heels...ankles...calves...knee joints...thighs...

All the way up.

Finally, something seemed to block the way, and there was no way forward.

He raised his head, his small eyes shining brightly, staring at the thing in front of him.

It looks like... very similar to my own head!

After tilting his head and thinking for a while, 돗stretched his neck, aimed at the target, and opened his mouth slightly...

In an instant, he moves like a runaway rabbit and moves like lightning!

"Ouch...fuck!!!"

The silent shelter suddenly heard an extremely shrill scream!

…

Ten minutes later, Qi Yuan covered his lower body, his face was as black as an iron pot, and the anger in his eyes was about to burst out like fire.

In his hand, he held a small blue turtle, which had already retracted its limbs and head into its shell.

Isn't this the same little turtle that was fished out of the river before?

I don’t know how he escaped from the pond, ran all the way to the bedroom, and even took a bite of Qi Yuan’s private parts.

What a heinous crime!

Qi Yuan looked ferocious. This little thing looked harmless and naive, but he didn't expect it to be so vicious!

Qi Yuan was so angry that he threw the turtle to the ground. As a result, not only did nothing happen, but it also made a dent in the ground.

He threw 돗 into the fire, but 돗 crawled out on his own.

Throw it into the pot to make soup, bite the pot lid directly, and then drill out.

Clutching the bastard tightly, Qi Yuan stared at it angrily, feeling angry but not knowing how to release it.

At this time, a crisp voice sounded: "Boss Qi, although I don't know what I did wrong, I am a turtle and I definitely didn't mean it."

Qi Yuan had veins on his forehead and stuffed the little tortoise directly to Zhou Yue: "Here, give it! You have to keep an eye on 놖 and let 돗 run 깊 if you want 놆! The pain 놖 has gone through must be experienced by you once!"

Zhou Yue took Wu Gui and said unconcernedly, "Don't worry, boss, there will be no problem!"

After this incident, Qi Yuan no longer felt sleepy.

He went back to the bedroom, took out a bottle of healing potion, and carefully applied it on the wound, but he still grimaced in pain.

"It's really unlucky. I didn't dare to do anything wrong! I keep my integrity, I am kind-hearted, and my character is gentle..."

Qi Yuan was speechless. He never thought that he would encounter such a thing. Who could believe it? !

After bandaging his wound, Qi Yuan left the house and practiced archery in the yard.

The temperature has risen recently, and it has not snowed for two days, so the temperature in the yard is still bearable.

It was not until the sky was slightly bright that Qi Yuan stopped his movements.

Continuous practice made Qi Yuan's physical energy consumption very great, and he planned to go back to have some breakfast.

He went back to the house and went to the warehouse to take out the storage box with food, and was about to take out the frozen steak.

But he suddenly thought that, in fact, at present, good-level food has very limited effects on his improvement.

Even if it is water-based, it is difficult to improve his strength in a short time.

Then, the hand holding the good-level steak suddenly dropped, and picked up a crystal rice instead.

Qi Yuan has not tasted the crystal rice for more than half a month.

At first, because the energy of good-grade food was sufficient and difficult for him to absorb, he did not consider eating excellent-grade crystal rice.

Moreover, there was not much crystal rice. He also hoped to sow and harvest more crystal rice.

But now, the first batch of crystal rice is growing well and has entered the ear-bearing period. The final mature harvest is inevitable.

Therefore, there is no need to deliberately keep the remaining crystal rice. You can taste a few grains.

The most precious ingredients often require the simplest cooking methods.

After peeling the shells of the rice, washing it with clean water, and steaming it directly in an iron pot.

After just a few dozen minutes.

A very rich aroma of rice wafted out from the kitchen and drifted throughout the shelter.

When Qi Yuan smelled the wafting rice aroma, he felt refreshed and his appetite was greatly increased.

window._taboola = window._taboola || ; _taboola.push({ mode: 'thumbs-feed-01', container: 'taboola-below-article-thumbnail---300x250', placement: 'Below article thumbnail - 300x250', target_type: 'mix' });