Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

Lu Yi lowered her head and took a few mouthfuls of the Eight Treasures Porridge. After the hot porridge went into her stomach, her hands and feet, which had been chilled by the cold wind, became even warmer. She ate while gazing into the distance.

Not long after, Luo Miaoyan hurried back to the shack from the other side.

It was much earlier than usual when he came back from going out.

Lu Yi burped, put away the tableware from the Clean Plate Movement, put on a pair of extra-thick rabbit fur gloves, leaned against the tree trunk, pricked up her ears and watched the excitement attentively.

Although watching the excitement in person is more immersive, every time at this time, Lu Yi still misses the small fan that can be played remotely.

But, eh, forget it, I'd better not disturb the little system that surfs the forum.

Just as Lu Yi was thinking, a sharp and loud roar came from the shack.

Not only did it reach Lu Yi's ears, but even Min Xiangmo, who was walking far away, heard the noise.

Lu Yi turned around and saw Min Xiangmo looking annoyed, limping as he walked towards the shack.

Luo Miaoyan saw the wide-open door from a distance. Her heart was pounding and she rushed in in two or three steps with hope in her heart.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Luo Miaoyan entered the shack. She looked around but did not see Min Xiangmo. She had lost even the last bit of hope!

Luo Miaoyan's eyes widened as she questioned:

"Where's Xiang Mo? Speak! Where did you take him? Open your eyes, Min Xiangkang! Don't think I don't know that you're not asleep at all! Why are you pretending in front of me?"

The person who was called remained quiet, with only the sound of heavy breathing.

"Okay, you're pretending not to hear, right? Just wait."

This place is so small that there is no place to hide anyone. She rushed back in such a hurry, but still couldn't stop Min Xiangkang from taking action.

"In that case, then no one should live!" Luo Miaoyan held the words in her mouth, with a calm and crazy look on her face as if she was going to die together.

After a commotion, Luo Miaoyan took out a wooden stick with sparks from the fire, threw it on the bedding, and watched coldly as the flames spread along the flammable material.

The smoke became more and more choking, but Min Xiangkang still lay there quietly, with his eyes closed, looking extremely peaceful.

Luo Miaoyan prepared to throw a few more burning sticks.

Just at this moment, Min Xiangmo stuck her head out of the door and raised her voice, "Sister, what's wrong? Why are you burning this? Won't we use it in the future?"

Min Xiangmo had a headache. If Luo Miaoyan wanted to kill Min Xiangkang with a look of anger at this moment, he would definitely agree with it and would even help deal with the scene.

But why burn these things?

Even if they move to a new place in the future, they will still need to use it.

Luo Miaoyan turned around and saw her beloved brother appear before her. She was stunned for a moment and even felt a little dizzy due to her emotions.

"Xiang Mo, are you okay? How come you... why didn't you tell me you were going out? You really scared me to death!"

Luo Miaoyan burst into tears, she rushed over and hugged Min Xiangmo, holding his face as if it were a treasure and looking at him again and again, then she reacted and rushed outside to pretend to be snow to put out the fire.

Min Xiangmo watched her busying around and did not say anything to stop her.

After the fire was put out, Min Xiangmo turned his gaze to Min Xiangkang, and seeing his red face, he felt only pity.

It would be nice if my sister could come back later.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and apart from the unconscious Min Xiangkang and the bedding with burnt holes, the shack was almost unchanged.

At night, Luo Miaoyan still had to go back and forth outside to fetch snow and cover Min Xiangmo's head with it to cool him down.

Yes, it was probably that gust of wind that blew this morning.

Min Xiangmo's eyes were dull and his limbs were weak due to the fever. He didn't even have the strength to speak.

How could he have a fever? He had only been out for a short while, how could he have such a high fever?

Min Xiangmo raised her red face, feeling irritable and uncomfortable. "Sister, I feel so uncomfortable. How long will it take for the fever to go away?"

Luo Miaoyan's eyes were moist and her vision became more blurred.

She shook her head, wiped away her tears casually with the back of her hand, grabbed some snow to cool Min Xiangmo down, her voice choked with sobs:

"Xiang Mo, be good. The fever will definitely go away. Just take a nap first. Everything will be fine when you wake up."

Under such conditions, if the high fever didn't subside, Luo Miaoyan didn't dare to think about the consequences. She could only keep hypnotizing herself that Xiang Mo would be fine!

Min Xiangmo glanced at Luo Miaoyan in a daze, and saw the blazing fire out of the corner of his eye. He saw that Luo Miaoyan had used all the firewood to keep warm.

How silly. This way he would feel at ease.

A weak voice came from the side. It was Min Xiangkang, "Why do I have such a headache? Do I have a fever?"

Min Xiangkang raised his hand to his cheek in confusion and instantly felt it was hot.

Luo Miaoyan glanced at him, but continued to cool down her brother without saying a word to him.

Min Xiangkang looked at what she was doing and said, "Give me some snow too? Luo Miaoyan, do you think you'll be better off if I die? You'll only be worse off than you are now."

Min Xiangkang forced himself to sit up from the quilt, holding his dizzy head, and grabbed a handful of snow from Luo Miaoyan and covered his burning forehead with it.

Luo Miaoyan said: "Then you should be strong and not die."

"I want it too."

Min Xiangmo was drowsy from a fever. When he heard this, his confused brain could no longer hold on to staying awake. He tried to open his eyelids several times, but finally lost consciousness and fell asleep.

Min Xiangkang lay down exhausted and no longer had the strength to speak.

Luo Miaoyan completely ignored him and told him that whether he lived or died was up to fate. Now that Xiang Mo had a fever, she was in no mood to care about others.

Snowflakes were flying freely in the air, and it snowed all night without stopping.

The next day, Luo Miaoyan stayed up all night without sleeping. She looked haggard and stretched out her red and swollen hand to touch Min Xiangmo's forehead, which was still burning hot.

If we continue to burn like this, something bad will definitely happen.

Luo Miaoyan's fingertips trembled as she murmured to herself, "What should I do? What should I do? Xiang Mo, wake up, can you hear me? Xiang Mo?"

Min Xiangkang was awakened by Luo Miaoyan's constant calling.

He pursed his dehydrated lips, rolled his eyes to look at Luo Miaoyan, and said helplessly:

"Crying is useless. Go find someone else and ask them to help."

"What's the point of asking someone else? In this kind of weather, don't you know how precious herbs that can cure colds and fevers are? Even if I kneel down and kowtow and sell myself, they may not give it to me!"

"You're just good at talking but can't do anything. And now you're giving me bad advice. Are you planning to send me away so you can take action against Xiang Mo while I'm away? Don't dream on!"

Min Xiangkang closed his eyes, calmed his dizzy head, and a very soft voice escaped from his lips, "Find...find Lu Yi, go and beg him."

It's a matter of life and death. He can't care about anything else. He must survive. He can't die here!