He turned around and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Ignore this for now. It's getting dark and the snow is falling rapidly. I'm afraid it won't stop for a while."

"I'll go find some dry firewood and let's make a fire to warm up our clothes first!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

In normal times, the most indispensable thing in the mountains is firewood.

But right now, there is snow everywhere outside, and the mountains and plains are dyed white. Even if you find branches, you won't be able to burn them for a while.

Fortunately, there are a lot of discarded wood and branches piled up in this ruined temple.

It is estimated that this old beggar moved here before.

Luo Fengtang carried some over and lit a fire.

The dancing red firelight immediately illuminated the dim ruined temple.

Then Luo Fengtang went out for a trip, and when he came in, he had a large piece of tiger meat in his hand.

The skin and bones have been shaved off and cleaned.

"Are you hungry? Let's bake this!" He smiled at her and said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded happily.

Take out the seasonings you carry with you, sprinkle them on, then use branches to stand on top of the fire and let them bake by themselves.

The two people sat down next to the fire, and Zhuiyun also lay on the ground next to Yang Ruoqing.

He stuck out his tongue, looking at the sizzling tiger hind leg meat in front of him for a while, and then raised his head to look at Yang Ruoqing.

The purple pupils were full of joy and expectation.

Yang Ruoqing took one look at its appearance and couldn't help but laugh.

He reached out and patted its head: "The process of waiting for delicious food is always long, so be patient!"

It must have understood what she said, so it stuck out its tongue and licked the palm of her hand.

The structure of a wolf's tongue is a little different, with something similar to barbs on the tongue coating.

But it doesn't hurt anyone.

When I licked her hand, it was numb and felt very strange.

She chuckled, retracted her hand, and began to warm the fire seriously.

Feeling the warmth brought by the fire, she couldn't help but sigh that human wisdom is really amazing.

This frozen body, the blood that is about to solidify.

Under the warmth of the firelight, the cold air was dispersed bit by bit, and the body slowly regained its vitality.

"Is it freezing?" Luo Fengtang asked.

He knocked the snow off the hat she had just taken off and set it aside to bake.

He stretched out his hand again and warmed his own hand first.

Then, he grabbed Yang Ruoqing's ankle and began to take off her deerskin boots.

"What are you doing?" she asked in surprise, subconsciously pulling her feet back.

Seeing her little move, he smiled gently.

"After traveling for such a long time, my feet must have been frozen and my shoes were wet. I took them off to warm them up," he said.

"Well……"

While she was hesitating, he had already neatly taken off the deerskin boots on her feet.

"My feet are so cold that my socks are wet."

His voice reached her ears.

When she came back to her senses, one of her feet was already in his palm.

His broad palm gently rubbed her frozen feet.

"Don't...my feet are dirty..."

She was a little embarrassed and wanted to pull her foot back.

Just imagine, the eye-catching tiger couldn't break free from his hand, let alone her foot?

"It's not dirty. My Qing'er's feet are not dirty even if they haven't been washed for ten days."

He smiled and said, his eyes full of doting.

The wide palms wrapped her feet in them and placed them by the fire to bake.

He lowered his head, and his handsome side face, illuminated by the firelight, was now full of softness.

She could not find any trace of disgust or concealment on his face.

It's full of heartache.

Her frozen feet gradually regained consciousness under the heat of the fire.

Her heart also warmed up little by little.

The strong wind brought blizzards raging outside the house.

The whole world was wiped out.

In the small ruined temple, she felt a warm sun rising.

She didn't say anything, and he didn't speak either. Zhuiyun laid his head on the ground and squinted his eyes.

The purple pupils rotated several times from time to time.

For a moment he stared at the sizzling roasted tiger meat, and for a moment he glanced at the two people beside him.

The tail hanging down behind him flicked slightly from time to time.

The fire crackled loudly.

The small ruined temple, except for the old beggar hiding behind the Guanyin statue, was still chattering around, which was a bit unharmonious.

Others are really quite cozy.

"Are your hands sore? Put my feet down and bake them yourself."

After a while, Yang Ruoqing spoke again.

Luo Fengtang smiled, and indeed put down her foot, but then took the opportunity to hold her other foot.

"A bowl of water must be leveled, and both feet must be taken care of."

he joked.

Her face turned red again.

He raised his hand and pinched him gently.

Wearing such thick clothes, it didn't hurt even if she twisted it, and she wasn't willing to twist it really hard.

He laughed again and didn't hide away, letting her twist her, as long as she liked it.

At this time, Zhuiyun's ears suddenly moved while he was lying on the ground, and then he suddenly raised the upper half of his body.

A trace of vigilance flashed across his eyes.

The two people who were having fun also concentrated on catching the slightest movement outside the ruined temple.

After a while, Zhuiyun lay back down again.

Yang Ruoqing asked Luo Fengtang: "What did you feel just now?"

Luo Fengtang frowned slightly: "It seems that something more dangerous is eyeing this ruined temple. It had murderous intent, but it retreated back, and now it's gone."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, this was the same feeling she captured.

"Maybe I saw the fire in this ruined temple, and maybe I saw there were two of us and Zhuiyun, so I was a little scared!" she analyzed.

Luo Fengtang nodded.

"Both you and I know the fighting power of Zhuiyun."

"Judging from Zhuiyun's injuries, I suspect that the eye-catching tiger we killed earlier may have other accomplices," he said.

Yang Ruoqing looked thoughtful.

"Maybe that dangerous aura just now was the companion of the dead tiger," she said.

Luo Fengtang said: "It's very possible."

"It seems that there are really hidden dragons and crouching tigers in this mountain."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "It's not advisable to stay here for a long time. We'll leave when the snow gets lighter."

"Okay!" He agreed.

By this time, the tiger meat was almost roasted.

The fat is baked out by the high temperature and then falls into the fire below.

Adding fuel to the fire undoubtedly made the fire a little stronger.

The skin of the tiger meat has changed color, revealing the unique golden color of barbecue, and in some places, there is a little black and slightly burnt.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing's move to get the barbecue, Zhuiyun immediately stood up.

Wagging her tail, stretching her neck, and chasing her hand with bright eyes.

Yang Ruoqing really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Many times, she had an illusion.

The majestic guy in front of me is not a wolf king, but a Erha.

However, Zhuiyun's spirituality and combat prowess are not comparable to Erha's.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, you'll have something to eat soon!"
Chapter completed!