"Hey!"

A thick wooden door was pushed open, and the cold wind was filled with snow falling in, and then a child dragged a broken green robe.

The wooden door was closed, and the child dragged the young green robe into the innermost room. It was said that the room was a corner of the house, and it was only because it could block the wind and snow.

There is a thick layer of thatched grass here, probably the bed of a child. At this time, the child has difficulty moving the youth into the thatch.

Then the child checked the youth again, but he became more and more confused, because the child found that there was no trace of injury in the Qingpao, but it was cold and weak.

This makes the children with little knowledge nowhere to start, but at this time the child's stomach screams and makes the child shine.

Immediately, the child took the wood that had been prepared for the winter in the house, piled up a campfire next to the youth, and then set up an iron basin on it, and grabbed a small amount of coarse rice to cook it.

The huts are simple but extremely thick, can cover most of the cold, and have a flame to warm up, and the surrounding temperature rises quickly.

The child's mouth is smiling, it seems to be feeling warm, and the thick hat on the top of the head is taken down to reveal the hair that is yellow due to malnutrition. It is a little girl.

Soon the coarse grain porridge on the bonfire was cooked. The little girl tried two of her own. I licked the dry lips and looked very satisfied.

However, the little girl did not continue to eat, but took the porridge to the young man in front of the green robe and fed it skillfully. Obviously it was not the first time to feed.

But soon the little girl was angry, because no matter how the little girl feeds the young man, the unconscious youth can't get out of it, and it flows out of her mouth, and the little girl is so sad that this is her extremely precious ration.

"Hey, wake up, you will die if you don't eat something, you are dead, I am not willing to bring you back?"

The little girl flushed the young man's cheek and wanted to wake it up. The result was obvious. The young man still had no movement.

"You don't eat me, I eat? You can eat without food."

The little girl seems to threaten to say that the look is fierce, but there is no trace of fierceness in the child, only innocent.

"You don't want to waste my food, this is my food for the day!"

The little girl did not die to feed the youth, but the youth still did not swallow, which made the little girl anxious.

I tried it several times. Finally, the little girl looked at her hand and had a small amount of crude porridge. She did not insist on drinking it directly.

"belch!"

After playing a non-existent fullness, the little girl leaned on the bonfire and looked at the crystal-clear but cold-blooded Qingpao man, squinting and wondering what he was thinking.

In the end, the little girl’s scorpion flashed a slap in the face, mourning in her mouth:

"Grandpa always said that he saved a man's life and made a seven-level float. Since I met, I can't watch you die, but it's just that I can't stick to it this winter."

The little girl’s mouth was stunned, but the thin body was moving in the small room. First, the dry firewood was swept in a corner and the bonfire was enlarged.

Then the little girl opened a small two-foot-tall terracotta pot on the side, which contained the thick rice that the little girl had accumulated for the winter, with half a tank.

Although the half-cylinder looks like a lot, it takes a long winter, even if the little girl only drinks a small bowl of very porridge every day, but barely reaches the end of the winter.

But at this time, the little girl poured out half of the half-cylinder rice, without any hesitation, and did not seem to care about whether she could spend the cold winter.

She put the poured rice in the iron basin and added some water to boil it. After a long time, the fragrant rice was cooked, and the little girl holding a large pot of rice in her hands smelled a few mouthfuls.

Even without the slightest oil and salt, she still smells the most fragrant things in the world, and her face is full of satisfaction and reluctance.

I looked at the Qingpao who was lying in the thatched grass like a dead man. The little girl suddenly closed her eyes and slowly picked up the thick rice.

She ate very slowly. It seems that it is not as simple as eating. She ate more time than cooking. The rice that was bigger than her stomach was eaten by one.

The weird thing is that the little girl's stomach does not rise a little, and the body does not heat up after eating too much food, and there is no satisfaction after eating.

On the contrary, the little girl brows up, the thin body becomes a little thinner, her face is pale, and she trembles slightly, and she has a strange volatility.

Soon, the little girl suddenly opened her mouth and spit out a round bead, but the size of the fingernails, crystal clear and exude a strange vitality.

The little girl took the crystal beads and put them directly into the mouth of the Qingpao people. Immediately, the beads turned into airflow and flowed into the throat of the Qingpao people.

The little girl saw a weak smile, revealing confidence and satisfaction in her smile, muttering in her mouth:

"You can't die this time, or I will be really in vain. If you are really dead, your clothes are mine. With this dress, I will take a little more to grasp the next winter." ”

Speaking of the little girl's stomach and screaming, the little girl quickly grabbed a handful of thick rice and sipped the gruel.

Then the little girl checked the Qingpao people again and found that the vitality of the Qingpao people was slightly stronger, which made the little girl happy.

Adding a little firewood, the little girl took the tired eyebrows between the warm brows and quickly fell asleep.

After the little girl fell asleep, the Qing robes gradually revealed some visions. The body began to rise and swayed the green awns, and the Qing robes were dying to recover the wounds of the Qing robes.

I don't know how long it took, the bonfire went out, but the temperature in the house did not drop, but it was constant at a suitable temperature, making people feel warm and refreshed.

The little girl is still asleep, confused instinctively moving to the most comfortable place, to the Qingpao people's arms to choose a comfortable posture to sleep.

What the little girl didn't know was that when she was asleep, there was a silky blue awning that entered the body along the breath of his nose.

If at this time there are outsiders who will be exclaimed here, you must know that this Qingmang is the legendary chaos, each of which has a mountain-like weight, and it is easy to crush a cultivated immortal. , has an incredible power.

And this little girl is clearly an ordinary child who has not been repaired in the slightest, and can absorb the chaotic gas without any hindrance.

The most important thing is that after the little girl absorbed the chaotic gas, there was no change in it. It seemed to absorb ordinary air, and people couldn’t wait to swear.

The Qingpao man who exudes chaotic qi is naturally Ye Chu who escaped after the Battle of the Souls. Through the crack in the space, Ye Chu exhausted Yuan Ling and fell into a coma.

Ye Chu himself does not know where he is now. He only knows that the injury is extremely heavy. It takes a long time to recover from a slow breath. It takes a long time to wake up. Ye Chu was not sure at the time.

Fortunately, the strange beads with the little girl help, the chaotic green gas on Ye Chu automatically healed, speeding up the recovery speed of Ye Chu, even if it is not a moment will wake up.

"Well? How can I sleep here?"

The little girl suddenly opened her eyes and found herself stunned by the seriously wounded person she brought back. She was shocked and then she found the strangeness around her.

It was as warm as spring, and its state was even better than before. This made the little girl surprise and rushed out.

"Is it winter?"

However, after the little girl left the original half-length range, she suddenly shuddered, as if coming to an icy world, filled with bitter chills everywhere.

Shrinking the neck, the little girl pushed the wooden door in the strange, the outside is still a white world, the wind and snow angered, scared the little girl to close the wooden door.

"Hey? What's going on?"

The little girl was wondering, she walked back and forth in the house, and finally confirmed that the strangeness here was from the Qingpao people, which surprised the little girl.

"This is what the grandfather said about the immortal? It's so amazing, it's not afraid of the cold, but it can also warm up the surroundings and create an environment suitable for your own life."

The little girl stared at the young man who was still sleeping, and secretly exclaimed in her heart. The bright scorpion, which is extremely inconsistent with her appearance, is full of curiosity.

"Just this big brother of the green robe should not be a bad person? Grandpa has been jealous that I can't contact the immortal, but this person has been saved, but can't just throw it out?"

The little girl thought about it, and the little face suddenly tangled up. At this moment, the scream of one person rang at the door. The scorpion was great, but it was the voice of the woman:

"Little mud baby, is it dead? Didn't die and hurry out, there is a lot of clothes in the store for you to wash, don't want coarse grains?"

"Come on, come, Wang Hao will come."

The little girl heard a sudden cleverness, and quickly responded, and ran out, the little girl is a fatherless mother.

It was only in the early days of the ice and snow that an old man came to raise him, but the old man could not do it anymore, and because he had to raise a child, he couldn’t stop it.

However, the old man still found a thing for the little girl at the end, although it is not good to have at least a hope of living.

The little girl knows too, so she is extremely serious in her work. This is barely alive. Although the boss is very harsh, the little girl is still very grateful.

If it weren't for Wang Hao, she couldn't live to the present, and she didn't know that she died in the cold winter.

When the little girl went out, she saw a woman in her forties, wrapped in a thick cotton jacket. She seemed to be very disgusted with the small house. She didn’t go in, just shouting outside:

"How come out now? Where did you go before? Go and wash your clothes, a lot of clothes are waiting for you."

"I slept late today, I am sorry Wang Hao, but I will wash it."