As the weather got colder, Zhuge Canglan clearly felt that the ice was rising, and she even felt that the distance from the top of her head to the sky was getting closer and closer.

The vast ice field around was desolate, and it seemed like endless despair. Zhuge Canglan was walking back and forth on the ice. She had received this training to survive in extreme cold conditions, so she was not panicked. The more she wanted to stay calm, the more she wanted to stay calm at this time. A calm and rational brain was necessary for every killer, and more often this was more focused than the killer's own abilities.

Zhuge Canglan must maintain the temperature of his body, keep his limbs in a very flexible state, and always be alert to possible changes.

She held the little fox and said to it from time to time: "It's okay, I believe we can definitely get through..."

The little fox had just left her mother's body and followed her and had not drunk breast milk. Her body's resistance was obviously very weak.

Since discovering that there was an ice field around, Zhuge Canglan watched the little fox become worse and worse, and sometimes she didn't move for a long time.

This situation made Zhuge Canglan very worried. She sent a little spiritual power into its body every day, but she didn't dare to lose too much for fear that its body would not be able to bear it.

Zhuge Canglan didn't know how long it had been. There was no so-called day and night here, only the eternal cold, which was colder than the second.

At first, Zhuge Canglan could hold on, but later it was so cold that it was far beyond her physical limit. Her limbs moved slowly and her breath became heavier. The little fox was in a worse condition and had already begun to fall into a coma. Sometimes she didn't open her eyes for a long time.

As the situation became worse and worse, Zhuge Canglan's mood became less firm as his body slowly collapsed as he was initially suffering.

This change is a necessary process for Zhuge Canglan.

Just imagine, no matter who it is, whenever I open my eyes, I see an ice field without any life. People who have not experienced that kind of life will never feel it.

This made Zhuge Canglan's originally quiet heart gradually become anxious, his eyes began to become a little dizzy, and sometimes there were short-term blind spots.

She remembered that the little fox said she would wait and not do anything, but the more she did not do anything, the more anxious it would make people feel, the more uneasy it would make people feel.

Facing such a white ice surface that is always only one color every day, Zhuge Canglan's eyes became more uncomfortable, and the damage to her vision made her mood worse.

Finally, she couldn't help but take out the marten cloak that Hengbo Sword had thrown down, wield the spiritual power in her body, and waved her somewhat stiff arms and chopped down hard on the ice.

The sharp sword energy cut on the thick ice surface and made a "double" sound. The cut ice slag splashed out, and two pieces fell on Zhuge Canglan's face, which were cold and cold. The cold Zhuge Canglan's mind was extremely clear in an instant, and his irritable mood instantly calmed down.

Zhuge Canglan regretted his actions just now. The little fox said nothing to do, just wait.

She shook her head twice, withdrew the Hengbo Sword, bent down to pick up the cloak that fell on the ground, straightened her waist, and suddenly felt dizzy in front of her. The moment she fell down, Zhuge Canglan still had a trace of residual consciousness...
Chapter completed!