Influenced by the Serbian cold current, the winter average temperature of Cangsong Snow Mountain is minus 22 degrees, and it's even colder at night.
At midnight, Feng Yi opened the tent, and saw a scene that was both laughable and tearful...
At this moment, Zi Yu was covered in frost, shivering and curled up pitifully.
"It's not that bad, it's barely minus 30, haven't you used your Qi to keep warm?"
"Not eating, no strength left."
"Then why not hunt?"
"Can't."
Feng Yi was stunned, "It's a miracle you haven't frozen to death, you're really lucky."
"Tch, Brother Feng, stop gloating over my misfortune, Zi, Zi Yu, Zi Yu isn't afraid of the cold."
"Your words aren't even coherent and you say you're not cold, are you hallucinating? Like the Little Match Girl story."
"Rekart was much colder, not to mention it was a magic attack, it was a damp cold, colder than the Colonial Planet."
Feng Yi paused, "Alright, you win."
