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Song Yuan woke up.

Waking up in excruciating pain, he never knew that the extreme cold would be like dense needle pricks, almost giving people the illusion of being burned by a raging fire.

You can faint at the moment of extreme pain, but the continuous pain makes you have to wake up.

Fortunately, Jianxiu was the most patient. He lay on his back with his eyes wide open, but the top of his head was still the familiar cave roof.

The flow of spiritual power was approaching to nowhere. When he probed his consciousness, he was horrified and desperate to find that his dantian had been frozen. Fortunately, he was still alive, and there was always some hope. Song Yuan exhausted all his physical strength and managed to get up.

The stiff body slid down something like a quilt, he looked down and found a few furs, like those of a bear or a fox, bloody, staining his clothes.

Before he had time to think about where he came from, he grabbed these layers of fur and looked around his body. The necrotic cold made his breath chill, his mind became more and more dizzy, the desire for life was strong, but the shadow of death was deep and wide.

He raised his eyes and saw that there was no bedding or tools in this small cave. It was a place to praise the savages, but not far from him, there were some herbs piled up.

Song Yuan was ecstatic, at this moment he didn't care how the cave owner would punish him as a thief when he came back, so he climbed over with difficulty.

Immediately, he was slightly startled.

In this small pile, there are not only the Buzhou lotus for which he was born and died, but also rare treasures such as Juxue bergamot, Lingshan Mixiao, etc. However, the spirits born from Buzhou snow mountain must be cold, but it is useless to him at this moment. .

Song Yuan's face was as pale as paper, and he shook his hands trying to find something milder.

The head-shattering top-quality quilts outside are so complex and beautiful that they are as dazzling as a courtship stage set up by a male bird, but they are pushed away layer by layer by his thorny efforts to survive.

His body is already extremely low temperature, and his vitality has been sapped again and again, but the advantage is that he can feel hotter things around him.

Under the layers of grass leaves and petals, there must be a hot spirit.

He dug it out.

A handful of bright red, unknown spiritual objects that are as clear and beautiful as crystals, but warm like flesh and blood, Song Yuan felt in a trance that this was like a living thing

But it's really hot.

Song Yuan seemed to be bewitched, the warm touch from his fingertips made him unable to think too much, he sacrificed the medicine cauldron in the treasure bag, and decided to refine it first, but then found that he was no longer able to refine it.

Even if it is made into a liquid medicine, it is impossible to make it, so there is no choice. Song Yuan can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor. After hesitating for a moment, he held up the blood-red spiritual object, and slowly parted his pale and dry lips.

It tastes amazing. Although it is as clear as a spar, the taste is as soft as a berry. When you sip it lightly, it will burst out rich and hot bright red juice, which will flow over the root of the tongue and down the throat, and deliver it to every place dutifully. warmth.

It's a taste that's indescribably delicious, yet brings unparalleled satisfaction.

As if addicted, Song Yuan couldn't stop for a while, and devoured the food like a barbarian.

But the gentleness of this spiritual creature at the beginning was like a deception, and the moment it landed in the belly, it was like scattered sparks, using the internal organs as firewood to start a raging fire.

There is nothing more powerful than this.

Song Yuan knelt down on the ground again, but at this moment his despair dissipated a little, hoping to gain the upper hand.

If you can't find the antidote to the poison, then fight the poison with the poison and strive for survival in balance.

He had a very painful night, his body was repeatedly tortured by cold and scorching heat, and his sea of ​​consciousness was turned upside down. The spiritual creature was tyrannical, far stronger than the cold spiritual energy he ingested, and it was endlessly alive. The rest of the Snow Mountain Spirit Grass was devoured to balance it.

All night, even when he woke up, he couldn't open his eyes. Hope and despair took turns taking the upper hand, and he even harbored a will to die for a while.

After all, it is a person who has been abandoned, so what's the point of lingering.

In the second half of the night, magma overflowed the ice field. It seemed that for a while, Song Yuan felt that something cool touched him, and a gust of cool dew slipped into his throat. The ice and fire were balanced, and he gradually stabilized.

The next day, actually couldn't tell what day it was, Song Yuan just thought it was the next day when he woke up.

He felt comfortable all over, except that his spiritual power was still stagnant, he had no other symptoms, as if the pain last night was nothing more than a nightmare.

But not.

Because he saw a person, to be precise, not a person.

The human snake was curled up in a corner of the cave, with its thick and long tail forming a circle, and the head and neck rested on its tail and fell asleep.

This puppet-like face was really pure and handsome when he fell asleep. Although Song Yuan was still very frightened, there was no killing intent or fleeing thoughts in his heart immediately.

If he guessed correctly, this place should be the home of the human snake, although the home of the human snake can be said to be a barren house in the true sense.

Song Yuan did not forget what he did last night. He devoured all the spiritual objects carefully collected by the man-snake, and perhaps unconsciously drank its elixir last night. He has never done anything evil to him, but he used other people's treasures for nothing.

He hesitated whether to run away, but approached the human snake with a strange thirst for knowledge.

I have never seen such a alien species before, I only heard about it in some untestable myths, such as human ancestors, but if they are descendants of human ancestors, why did they appear on this icy and snowy Buzhou Mountain.

Wait, Bu Zhoushan.

The former water god Gonggong clan threw himself into the sky pillar with supreme power and surging anger.

Song Yuan froze.

Not only because of the shocking thought circling in his mind, but also because of his approach, he found that the human snake was injured.

There was a deep bloodstain on its arm, which seemed to have healed slightly, but the flesh and blood inside could be vaguely seen.

Song Yuan never forgot that people and snakes came to him that day, with his upper body naked, it can be said that he was naked in the wind and snow without changing his face and with a calm demeanor.

It is definitely not an existence to be provoked.

Even the terrifying wind and snow couldn't hurt it naked, but now it came back with a deep bloodstain, sleeping quietly in the corner.

If he was a backup meal and saw him stealing food, how could he not be angry and kill someone, but curled up in a corner aggrieved, and the source of his fur is also worth thinking about.

Song Yuan realized that maybe some things were different from what he thought.

Maybe it's not that old.

Song Yuan is actually very sensitive to other people's malice, and he remembers that even when he swung his sword at the snake, the snake never had any emotions such as anger. If there is emotion, it seems to be closer to confusion.

Thinking of this, Song Yuan hesitated for a moment, took out the healing powder and pills from the pouch, put them down, and planned to leave quietly.

Although he doesn't know where he's going, the most dangerous thing is staying with a completely unknown alien species.

Unexpectedly, just as he got up, the alien woke up. Although the red pupils were as clear as an innocent child, Song Yuan was terrified and took a few steps back.

The human snake stood up, stared at him blankly for a while, lowered his eyes, turned around silently, and cruising away.

What does it mean?

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Yuan Yuan (Grim Friar Version): Save... If you don't eat, you will die

Pure Shaoshexue (expressionless): He not only accepted me

Pure young snake snow (with no expression on her face): She even ate all the flowers I gave to my spouse

Pure Shaoshexue (excited inside): He is so nice, I want to hunt for him all my life