It is said that even the strongest person cannot survive for less than 15 minutes when naked at minus 40 degrees Celsius. Ezreal has the power of darkness in his body, but he does not find it difficult. Although his body feels cold and uncomfortable, he can still hold it.
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But Sivir was different. She was wearing a wet short skirt, and there was no bonfire in the cave for her to dry her clothes. Her snow-white calves and arms were completely exposed to the air, and a gust of cold wind blew in from time to time.
Sivir trembled intermittently.
After sitting in the cave for only ten minutes, Sivir's face had turned pale, obviously unable to bear the cold weather.
Ezreal didn't notice anything strange about Sivir. He remembered that when fighting Yasuo, every time he encountered a critical moment, a shield would appear on Sivir's body, canceling out Yasuo's attacks again and again.
Fatal attack. Ezreal, who was very interested in displacement and shielding talent skills, couldn't help but ask Ezreal.
"Sivir, is the shield you used when fighting Yasuo your talent skill? It feels very good."
"No, that's the special effect of equipping the Banshee Veil." Sivir nodded, "Speaking of which, the Banshee Veil is an heirloom of the Ionian Blade Family..."
"oh?"
Ezreal's curiosity aroused, and after questioning, Sivir recounted this experience.
It turned out that five years ago, the world-famous Sivir had a close cooperation with the militaristic Noxus city-state, and they jointly invaded Ionia in the south.
In a battle, Irelia of Ionia's Blade family led an escort to block the Noxian infantry. Noxus sent Sivir to fight Irelia, which was quite impressive at the time.
Childish Irelia is not Sivir
During a confrontation, Sivir caught Irelia's flaw, and when he was about to kill Irelia with a knife, a shield suddenly appeared on Irelia's body and helped Irelia block it.
Sivir's fatal blow.
Sivir knew that it was the heirloom of the Blade family - the Banshee Veil. So he tried his best to kill Irelia and seize the Banshee Veil. But it was difficult to succeed. In the end, Warwick used a long-lost
The thieving magic stole Irelia's Banshee Veil.
Hand. Irelia never thought that Warwick could directly steal the equipment from the hero. After losing the Banshee Veil, Irelia lost the ability to compete with Sivir, so the Irelia escort team retreated, and the female
The Demonic Veil was awarded to Sivir as a trophy.
After the invasion of Ionia, Sivir was deeply disgusted by the militaristic spirit of Noxus. As soon as the war ended, Sivir severed ties with Noxus and chose to serve for the War College. (ps: Sivir is used here.
Weir's background story before modification, the modified background story clearly stated that he did not participate in the war. The background story before modification was that he opposed the war but actually participated.)
There is a contradiction in language in Sivir's words. If she was using equipment special effects, how could she use them multiple times within more than ten seconds? You must know that the minimum cooldown time of equipment special effects is one minute. But Ezreal
It seems that Sivir did not notice this flaw. In fact, Sivir did not tell the truth to Ezreal, but made up a lie to fool Ezreal, because it involved a big secret of hers. How could it be possible?
Tell Ezreal?
"By the way, why did you leave Pitover and choose to play for Ionia? Remember at that auction, Mrs. Eve announced to everyone that you were playing for Hex Technology Company."
Perhaps out of fear that Ezreal would discover the flaws in his language, Sivir changed the topic.
Ezreal sighed: "It's hard to describe in one sentence. I'm afraid I won't be able to finish the story tonight, so let's forget it."
At this time, Ezreal noticed that Sivir's face was extremely pale, even his red lips had lost their color, and his body was shaking more and more frequently. Ezreal couldn't help but ask: "Sivir, are you okay?"
"It's okay. It's just a little cold..."
Only then did Ezreal realize that Sivir's physique might not be able to withstand the polar climate of the Freljord. If she was left to freeze like this all night, she would probably turn into an ice sculpture by the time she woke up in the morning.
"Are you cold?"
Sivir nodded.
Ezreal chuckled and said, "How about I let you hug me? You know, in the polar regions, hugging each other is an excellent way to keep warm."
Sivir glared at him: "Don't even think about it!"
Sivir saw his weird smile and knew that Ezreal wanted to take advantage of her. Naturally, he couldn't agree to Ezreal's offer.
Sivir's rejection was expected. Sometimes women are like this. They clearly have something in mind but say no. Ezreal didn't say anything and sat down next to Sivir. He didn't care about her.
When she couldn't bear the cold anymore, she stopped caring.
Seeing Ezreal sitting next to him, Sivir moved his buttocks, keeping a certain distance from Ezreal, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he didn't do anything out of the ordinary.
The two just sat side by side without saying a word, and the atmosphere fell into a brief silence.
About an hour later, the night was as dark as sticky ink. It was the coldest time of the night. Sivir felt cold all over her body. The biting coldness seemed to numb her hands and feet. She glanced at her body shivering.
Ezreal, who was standing next to him, saw that his clothes were thin, but his breathing was very even, and he seemed to show no signs of being afraid of the cold. He couldn't help but wonder, isn't he afraid of the cold?
While she was doubting, a big hand suddenly came over and stopped her shoulder. The next second, with Sivir's scream, she ran into a warm embrace. Ezreal actually pulled her into a warm embrace.
Into my arms!
"What are you doing!"
Sivir pushed Ezreal away angrily, trying to get away from him, as if he didn't want to accept Ezreal's kindness.
Ezreal was also a little annoyed by her and said angrily: "Stupid woman, you don't want to die? Is life more important or your vain self-esteem? Some people dare to eat shit in order to survive. I am selfless.
Opening my chest to you makes you feel like you have suffered a huge loss. You must know that heat will be transferred. If I hug you, half of the heat will be sucked away by you. I am the one who suffers. I don’t mind it, but you hate it.
What?"
Sivir was shocked by Ezreal's words. He was about to say something back, but found it a bit funny. A warm feeling spread from Ezreal's skin, making the wall built in Sivir's heart rise.
It fell apart in an instant.
So, Sivir just let Ezreal hold him in his arms. Ezreal held the beautiful woman in his arms, but his mood was surprisingly calm.
"Humph! I am really the reincarnation of Liu Xiahui." Ezreal hummed proudly, seeming a little proud of his ability to sit still, but what about the tall tent between his crotch?
