Komatsu's Love Defense

Night quickly enveloped the earth, and the sky became increasingly dark. A blizzard, accompanied by a sharp cold wind, swept towards us. We walked hard against the wind and snow, and we didn't know how far we had walked in this vast sea of ​​snow.

In this extremely cold weather, even wearing a thick ignition tights, I could not resist the biting cold, and my pace became slower and slower.

A Lu looked back and saw that I had stopped. He walked up to me and asked with concern: "Xiao Song, are you okay? If you really can't hold on, let's find a place to rest."

"Cough cough cough... Sorry everyone, we may need to take a break." I took a breath of cold air and felt like my lungs were being cut by a sharp blade of cold wind and hot air. I couldn't help coughing a few times.

Everyone stopped walking. A Lu didn't say anything. He walked to a snowy area and chopped a big hole with his knife. No one complained because their situation was no better than mine.

Everyone jumped into the cave, ready to camp here to spend the night. Takimaru picked me up and carefully walked into the temporary shelter built by Aru.

I lay in my warm sleeping bag, my breathing became rapid. As someone who had never climbed a snowy mountain, I was completely unable to adapt to the cold air.

Takimaru took out the food he had carefully prepared from his backpack, and prepared to cook a pot of steaming porridge to drive away the coldness in my body: "Would you like some? This will warm you up a little."

I slightly opened my eyes, tried to force a smile on my face, and thanked Takimaru: "Thank... Thank you..."

Takimaru poured the cooked porridge into a bowl and handed it to me. The bowl of steaming hot porridge exuded a wisp of warm breath in this cold winter with ice and snow.

I sat up from my sleeping bag with difficulty, took the porridge from Takimaru, and took a sip.

Every mouthful of hot porridge that slides down my throat makes me feel warm and comfortable like the spring sun: "It's delicious, Mr. Takimaru, would you like to have some too?"

Takimaru waved his hand and gently rejected me: "No, I really don't need it, just drink it all!"

I tilted my head, looked at Takimaru worriedly, and asked, "But, Mr. Takimaru, you haven't eaten anything!"

Machi turned around and chuckled at me, "Hehe, he's already used to fasting. Sometimes, in order to practice the teachings of Gourmetism, he would fast for a month!"

Takimaru's words seemed to be stuck in his throat, but he did not stop pouring the porridge. He handed the bowl of hot porridge to Machi: "There is no portion for uncle, but there is a portion for uncle's subordinates. Please give it to him!"

Machi stared at Takimaru for a long time before she smiled and said slowly, "Is this the spirit of charity? Gourmetism is truly noble."

A gentle smile appeared on Takimaru's face: "No, I'm probably not as good as you, uncle."

"Don't keep calling me uncle, I'm only in my twenties!" Machi raised the corners of her mouth slightly, with a hint of helplessness in her tone.

Takimaru opened his mouth in surprise, his face full of disbelief. No matter how he looked at it, Machi didn't look like a man of this age: "Uncle, you are only in your twenties? Are you kidding me?"

"It's true." Machi nodded helplessly. His appearance was indeed easy to give people an illusion.

I held the bowl in my hand and shook my head, looking for A Lu everywhere. I hadn't seen him since a while ago. "Hey...where's Mr. A Lu?"

Machi looked up and pointed to the direction where Alu was. "As for Alu, he has been on guard up there."

I held the bowl tightly, my heart filled with worry for A Lu, and looked up into the sky: "Is the alert... to prevent attacks from wild animals?"

"This is also one of the reasons..." After saying that, Machi sat on the ground, looked up and stared in the direction of Alu, his expression became serious.

On a quiet night, snowflakes dance in the air like light dancers. The sound of the strong wind can be heard clearly, and the earth is shrouded in a cold and peaceful atmosphere.

A Lu folded his hands in front of his chest, standing quietly in the snowstorm like a sculpture, motionless. His face was covered with thick frost, and his eyes were as alert as a hawk, scanning all the movements around him.

In this harsh cold environment, except for the ice dragon frozen at the entrance, the surroundings were dead silent, and not even the shadow of a ferocious beast could be seen.