I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Above the glacier, it was still dark.

Ning Ruan didn't leave again.

She took out a small wooden stool struck by lightning and sat down on it.

The iron pot spontaneously combusted without firewood.

The pot contained stewed spirit beast meat that was braised by Mo Feng.

Mo Feng is the name of the Soul-Devouring Clan cultivator.

He can cook.

But it won't do much.

Ning soft is not picky.

Just wait for him to do it.

"So, after entering this small world, you headed north? You didn't change direction the entire time?"

"Yes."

Mo Feng nodded, "Then the sky suddenly became dark, and the cold suddenly became heavier."

"Luckily, when I was in the Eternal Realm, I happened to eat a spiritual meal that was entirely of fire attribute, otherwise I wouldn't be able to hold on until now."

Having said that, he obviously still felt cold.

When cooking, I would constantly take advantage of the heat from the strange fire.

Ning Ruan casually threw out a spiritual fruit and said, "Eat it."

Mo Feng took it, hesitated and didn't eat it.

"Are you afraid that I will hurt you?" Ning Ruan asked.

Mo Feng shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, Fellow Daoist Ning is stronger than me. I was there when you fought the Silver Wing Clan before."

"You want to kill me? It's easy."

"Why don't you eat?" Ning Ruan glanced at him.

Mo Feng no longer hesitated and quickly stuffed the spiritual fruit into his mouth.

The fist-sized spiritual fruit can be eaten in one bite.

As soon as the fruit flesh entered his stomach, a gentle yet pure fire spiritual power quickly spread to his limbs and bones, dispelling some of the coldness that had invaded his bone marrow, making him so comfortable that he almost sighed.

The pair of tentacles on the top of the head, which had been trembling slightly due to the cold, also stretched out slowly.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Ning."

Mo Feng thanked him excitedly.

He also felt guilty for his previous malicious speculations about Fellow Daoist Ning's thoughts.

Ning Ruan ate some melon seeds and said softly, "Do you know which direction I'm going?"

Mo Feng had a bewildered expression.

Ning Ruan said: "South."

Mo Feng, who had just stuffed the remaining spiritual fruit into his mouth, almost choked, "South... South?"

"Yes." Ning Ruan narrowed her eyes slightly, "We are from the south and the north, and we actually met each other. Isn't this a coincidence?"

“…”How can this be a coincidence?

This is simply impossible to happen!

Mo Feng's expression was dull, "I...were we teleported to another place?"

Ning Ruan spread her hands, "Isn't this obvious?"

No wonder everyone around me disappears as soon as it gets dark.

I'm afraid they were all randomly teleported to other places.

In fact, she had already had some doubts since she met Mo Feng.

Judging from the speed they were moving, they were obviously faster than Mo Feng.

Even if they were going in the same direction, she would never meet Mo Feng.

What's more, they are in two completely different directions, one in the south and one in the north.

"How could this happen? In this case, aren't we completely lost?"

Mo Feng began to get anxious. The most frightening thing on the glacier was getting lost. Now he couldn't even find the exit.

"Is my food ready?"

Ning Ruan suddenly asked.

"..."

Mo Feng was brought back to reality by this somewhat abrupt question, and he hurriedly checked the stew in the pot.

The rich aroma became even more fragrant, and the meat pieces took on an attractive reddish-brown color, bubbling under the continuous heating of the strange fire.

After carefully examining it, he nodded and said, "Fellow Daoist Ning, it's OK."

Ning Ruan turned off the engine with satisfaction.

Mo Feng quickly scooped out a large bowl and respectfully handed it to Ning Ruan, "Fellow Daoist Ning, would you like to try it first?"

Ning Ruan took the bowl, not afraid of the heat, blew on it and took a small sip.

With the blessing of the strange fire, the meat is stewed to be very soft and melts in the mouth, with a unique burnt aroma and the sweetness of spiritual materials.

Although it is not as good as Han Ze's cooking skills, it is still delicious in this strange glacier.

"It's okay." She made an objective assessment and continued to work hard.

Mo Feng breathed a sigh of relief. After getting Ning Ruan's consent, he also filled a bowl for himself and squatted beside her, eating in small bites.

The warm food dispelled some of the coldness and uneasiness.

But her heart was still heavy. Logically speaking, if she followed Ning Ruan, she would definitely have to face those powerful people who were coming towards her.

But don’t follow...

Mo Feng held the bowl.

He really didn't dare to leave now.

"Fellow Daoist Ning," he said hesitantly, "then what should we do next? If we're completely disoriented, won't we be like headless flies?"

"And this cold air. It's not so bad during the day. It's only colder in the south where you guys are. But now it's so intense. I don't know if it's because I was transported to the south, or if the cold gets worse after nightfall..."

"Why are you panicking?" Ning Ruan said calmly, "Since we can get in, there must be a way out. Just because the direction is messed up doesn't mean there is no way out."

"But...but where should we go?" Mo Feng looked blankly at the boundless darkness around him. As far as his spiritual sense could reach, there was nothing but ice, not even a reference point.

"Wait." Ning Ruan said concisely.

"Wait?" Mo Feng was even more confused. "Wait for what?"

"Wait until dawn!"

After daybreak, you should be able to understand the reason for the heavy cold.

Ning Ruan didn't feel it was heavy.

Because the further south you go, the colder it gets, and it gets very cold before nightfall.

It’s pretty much the same as it is now.

So she couldn't judge whether she was still in the south at this moment.

We should know after daybreak.

After dinner.

The cleaning task was left to Mo Feng.

Ning Ruan took out his flying bed.

The flying bed floats in the air.

She flew over and lay flat on it.

Mo Feng: “…”

The nights in Xiaocanjie seem especially long.

Ning Ruan has fallen asleep.

Mo Feng just felt that Fellow Daoist Ning was really generous.

Even if this small remnant world is normal, she can't just fall asleep like this.

All the powerful people who entered Xiaocan Realm this time came for her.

Even he is... but he is not qualified to think about the immortal weapon.

I just want to come in and take a look, and get some experience.

Time passes little by little.

Just when Mo Feng thought that this dark night would never end——

A trembling sound suddenly came from a distance!

Mo Feng awoke instantly with a start, his tentacles erected straight up, his compound eyes darting around in panic: "Fellow Daoist Ning, Ning! Did you feel it?"