Players' NPC boss

Hebi sniffed her red nose. The [Bear Baby Suit] protected her body, which was always warm, but her face was exposed to the cold wind, and she was almost paralyzed by the cold.

In addition to her face, when she lifted her skirt to release the heat, the cold wind whizzed under her skirt, freezing her twitching, but if she didn't release the heat, she might be suffocated.

But Luen was more uncomfortable than her. She was looking around anxiously.

"Don't worry about your children. People in foreign lands are very reliable." Hebi said, and gave a few examples.

But just like Blaze's previous statement that the blessed can be resurrected from the dead, the examples Hebi gave sounded like fabricated stories to Luen.

Hebi looked at Luen and saw the doubt in her eyes.

It's not that the stories are unreliable, but that the world where these stories happened is too far away for Luen and the people of Jinlungabei.

"Why don't you tell us clearly about the Jinlunga people?"

"..." Luen regained her indifference and calmness, and after a long time she answered, "What should I say? Tell you that you are pushing the Jinlunga people into the fire pit?"

"You are just trying to help us, a group of people who are malicious and unwilling to accept us. You have done nothing wrong. If you insist... it's our fault."

"How can it be your fault?"

"It's our fault... I said that the Jinlunga people can only live to 10 years old." Luen emphasized and lowered her eyes, "One year older , even if the Jinlunjiabei people have never felt any warmth, they will have an impulse to seek warmth without any instruction, and that invites Loki. "

"I have only been born for eight years, and I have seen countless Jinlunjiabei people become bodies that are convenient for Loki to move, or throw themselves into the river and disappear. "

"Stay here until your skin becomes as dark and cold as this black fog, until our bodies lose temperature and shatter like ice, this is the best ending. "

"Really..."

Hearing Hebi's sigh, Luen became irritated for no reason.

"Don't tell us that we are pitiful!"

She is indeed an 8-year-old girl, a wounded little girl, curled up like a hedgehog, pointing her sharp thorns at people who approach.

Because she is not only a child, but also the mother of more children, which almost crushes her.

"No, you are indeed pitiful."

Hebi said as if he was deliberately looking for trouble, and the response to her was naturally Luen's strong push. She did not resist, and was pushed into the snow with a slap.

"We are born like this, it is the law of nature! We don't need outsiders like you to make us feel pitiful!" Luen shouted with her fists clenched, and more white dust fell from the white cracks.

The dust fell on Hebi's mouth with the snow, and melted into liquid in Hebi's breath.

It was the salty taste of tears.

"Don't you love those children?"

"No! Only in this way will I not crave warmth, and will not be robbed of my body by Loki, and only in this way can I..." Luen's excited voice fell, and she remembered the children laughing around the fire.

But she didn't have much time. She could feel the growing flames in her body. Soon she would either become Loki's container or be attracted by the flames of the giant volcano and jump into the Kinlunga Chasm.

She should have chosen the next mother, but she was reluctant. Being a mother means risking her life to pick up the children from the Kinlunga Chasm, and knowing that the feeling of being pricked by a needle is painful.

Sometimes the person who knows warmth is the most painful person in this black fog and snow.

She left the warm flame again and again, taking the child to the freezing black fog. The temptation and self-blame were torture.

She didn't want other children to feel this pain, nor did she want those newborn children to become a piece of ice.

"You can warm each other, hug each other and change little by little."

"Do you think this body can warm each other?!" Luen lifted her fallen animal skin sleeves, revealing a dark blue arm covered with white cracks.

It was like a piece of ice, a piece of ice colder than the giant snowfield.

But Hebi laughed and lay in the snow a little wantonly. She didn't think the problem was difficult. It was difficult for people in the maze to get out of the maze, and in her eyes as an outsider, Luen had found the answer.

Look at this plump body, what exactly made this child who was no different from other Jinlungabei people grow so much flesh and blood.

Hebi climbed up, then took out a bottle of thick soup from the magic bag and handed it to Luen. Of all the Jinlungabei people, only Luen had never drunk this kind of food that could make people warm.

As expected, Luen reached out and slapped the thick soup away.

It wasn't that she didn't want to drink it, the desire in her eyes could not be deceived.

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But just as she was afraid that her love for the Jinlungabei people would be the last straw that broke the camel's back, making her completely unable to control her desire for fire, she was also afraid of feeling more temperature.

Even if it was just a sip of thick soup, she felt the most insignificant happiness.

"You are pitiful. Even this cold world and cold body can't freeze your feelings, but in Loki's desire, you regard this precious thing as a disaster." Hebi took off his gloves and stretched out his hand to Luen.

"I will save you and let you live past the age of ten, twenty, and thirty. There are still many things in this world worth seeing."

"Don't say such a thing..."

"Have you thought of any way to melt it?"

"No, I'm not someone who can control the temperature."

The quarrel of the two men who were not good at attacking the Blizzard Dragon King interrupted them. They had to look over and then their eyes stayed on the thick soup on the ground with thick smoke.

The ice surface of the Giant Snowfield was melted.

These thick soups seemed to not only warm the body, but also melt the ice of the Giant Snowfield.

Hebi opened the God Bag, which contained a lot of thick soup in bottles and jars. These were all used by Blaze to keep her warm, but she didn't expect them to come in handy in this place.

"Blaze, catch it!"

Hebi held a bottle of thick soup, shouted, and threw the bottle of thick soup towards Blaze. Then the bottle of thick soup broke on the ground two meters away with a click. Judging from her strength, throwing it so far was already an extraordinary performance.

Blaze knew what was happening without even looking back.

"Don't waste food! It's expensive!"