Xiaopang knows Nana very well. He is the most duplicitous little guy.
If Nana were here, all problems would be solved.
Nai may not even know that Xiaopang has an extraordinary...confidence in himself~
Suddenly, many men, women, and children around were looking eagerly at the cold steamed buns in Xiaopang's hand, and their eyes were a little straight.
Most of the people staying here preparing to enter the city are low-level people.
In recent years, let alone luxury goods such as steamed buns, I have probably never even seen steamed bun scalp.
Most of the people who live in the ice wilderness of the North live in groups and make a living by digging ice moss.
After eating too much cold and bitter ice moss, when I first saw something like steamed buns, my expression was quite exciting.
Xiaopang glanced at the steamed buns in his hand and gave the other two packages to them.
Alas, these people look so pitiful.
They are the same people. Those people on Xuanjian Peak are well-dressed and well-fed every day, while those in the ice wilderness in the north live miserable lives, half hungry and half full.
Xiao Nai will definitely help them solve their food and clothing problems here! Little Fatty thought confidently.
At this time, several Xuanjian Peak disciples quickly walked up to the second-level envoy, bowed their hands and said, "Sir envoy, we have contacted Venerable Huangdian, and they will be here soon."
"Very good." The second-level envoy glanced sideways at Xiaopang and sneered at his behavior of distributing food.
Do these fools who like to be taken advantage of think they are the saviors?
There are so many ants trapped at the bottom of the ice wasteland in the North. Can they be saved?
Young people are young people, and they act and speak in an extremely naive and ridiculous way.
They gave away all their buns and would not get any more food for at least a day.
You must know that walking in the ice wilderness of the North requires a lot of physical energy.
Although their power is not suppressed by the sealed boundary monument, timely replenishment of water and food will minimize consumption and keep the body full of vitality.
These innocent and lively young people will soon know what a wrong decision it is to share food.
"Eat slowly and don't choke." Xi Zhuo squatted beside the boy and handed him a bamboo tube of water with a smile.
The little boy smiled shyly at her and retracted into the woman's arms.
The woman nodded to Xi Zhuo with a grateful look on her face, "Thank you, miss. Miss, you are really kind-hearted. Thank you, thank you so much."
Xi Zhuo couldn't help but sigh.
This kind of cold steamed buns is like chewing on a stone, but in the eyes of the residents of the North Binghuang, it seems to be a treasure.
Why are there such big differences between people?
Why can they only stay in a remote corner of the North Ice Wasteland and not be allowed to leave?
The second-level messenger walked to the door of an igloo and knocked on the ice door rudely.
Seeing that the people inside did not react at all, the envoy squinted his eyes and snorted softly, then raised his legs and kicked the ice door hard twice.
With a crisp "bang" sound, the ice door was kicked by Meng, the second-level messenger, and immediately cracked a hole, and the cries of several women and children suddenly came from the room.
"Lord Messenger, what are you doing?" Xi Zhuo stood up with an angry look on his face.
Isn't this a robber?
The door is closed because they don't want to entertain strangers. You are kicking the door like crazy. Isn't this an act of banditry?
"Venerable Huang Dian will be here soon." The second-level envoy snorted coldly, "Are you going to let your venerable Lord squat in the ice and snow and wait for the city gate to open?"