Apocalyptic Forecast

Snow is getting bigger and bigger.

Seems to be endless.

Huai Shi finally knew where the water vapor evaporated from the terrible drought the other day had gone.

But with this endless snowstorm, the temperature becomes colder and colder. In the end, the thin layer of fluff on Fu Yi's body is no longer useful.

Under desperation, Huai Shi grabbed several silly roe deer, after peeling, after using the earth method and his special good iron juice to carry out the roughest tanning, Fu Yi quickly sewed himself with the power and spike A crooked leather jacket, put on the body ...

Seems like a ball.

——This phrase did not dare to say it.

The temperature is getting lower and lower, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, as if never ending, the eyes are pale.

They have been facing Blizzard and walked forward two days, tirelessly ...

Mainly because Huai Shi was tireless, anyway, his teeth were so good that he could eat anything. Drinking water when you are thirsty and hunting when you are hungry.

And the terrifying body temperature completely resisted the severe cold from the outside world, and the motive power was not affected much at all.

Just like that, they have been walking forward for two days.

When looking forwards and backwards, the dense snow flakes still saw a vast snowfield.

Lonely is like being abandoned by the world.

After the day went dark, Huai Shi rammed the snake-back iron pile with the tail into the ground, piled up some trees in the vicinity, and spit sputum skillfully, and the fire was vigorously lit.

"Light heating is equal to fire, fire plus song is equal to me, if me and song plus you, the temperature will increase more ..."

Singing old songs in a mess, Huai Shi dug a deep pit without incident, piled snow in, and spitting boiled hot water to start a foot bath after a tiring day.

Well, now it ’s useless to use my own body to bathe my feet ...

Fu Yi picked up the meat pieces stored in his bound space with spikes, and repeatedly roasted the frozen meat pieces on the fire.

"Well, I want to sleep in a big soft bed."

Huaixi soaked his tail in the water, and stirred it comfortably twice, letting out a sigh of relief: "I still want to play the game. After playing, Uncle Fang's supper is ready ... After finishing supper, I continue to play the game ... you can go to sleep after playing the game ... "

Fu Yi sighed listlessly: "I just want to eat a barbecue."

"Then sleep quickly."

Huai Shi shook his head: "I have everything in my dream ... Or simply click the button for safe exit. Your father and mother will definitely satisfy you when you want."

"Just thinking of a way to not take me to play, right?"

Fu Yi rolled his eyes: "You really hate this person."

Huai Shi did not speak, as if he had fallen asleep in hot water.

This guy is not afraid of catching a cold ...

Is it true that the Husky is possessed?

No, according to Fu Yi's speculations these days, it is not what animals will become what they become, but what they will become.

So ... are you a hedgehog?

And Huai poetry, is it Husky?

To some extent, it's really appropriate.

Fu Yi sighed and turned back to tell him to be careful not to fall asleep like yesterday and wake up in a hole dug by himself.

After looking back, he froze in place.

Behind her, there is no hot pool, and there are no giant beasts.

Huai poem is gone.

"Ok?"

She was stunned for a long time. Soon, she reacted, read her motivation, and radiated all around. Then, she looked down at her map plug-in: "Huai Shi? Where have you been?"

No one responded.

"Huai Shi!"

She shouted and looked around, but when she turned around again, the fire behind her disappeared, as if she had never appeared.

In the silence, only the sky and snow fluttered.

The raging wind seems to be gradually slowing down, and as countless snowflakes fall down, the scenes beyond dozens of steps are finally revealed.

A wooden house suddenly appeared in front.

The soft light shone from the little wooden house, and the smoke from the chimney rose slowly from the chimney.

The warm breath is close at hand.

Fu Yi was dumbfounded.

Was in silence. With a squeaking noise, the door was slowly pushed open. Some elderly women in the apron were gentle and calm, looking at Fu Yi outside the door.

She has a slightly fat body, a kind face, and six long beards falling from her mouth.

Looks like a chubby old cat.

"Is it a lost child again?" She smiled and beckoned to Fu Yi: "Come in and get warm, I just stewed the soup."

"......"

Fu Yi was silent for a moment and shook his head. The ferret's thought was suddenly shocked. He took her up into the sky and flew to the distance like an escape.

This kind of place that knows that there are ghosts, will people with mental illness go in?

When she fell to the ground and was exhausted, she turned around and saw a warm wooden house that seemed not to have moved.

There is also an old lady standing quietly at the door waiting for the wind and snow.

"Come in, child." She smiled: "I made hot soup."

Fu fled in the wild.

And the warm light chased behind her from beginning to end, slowly approaching like a tarsal maggot.

Until the end, Fu Yi had no strength to escape again.

Fell in the snow.

When looked back, he saw the gentle smile of the old woman on the steps.

The cat chef suggested again: "Just now the stew is ready. If you don't mind, how about eating together?"

"......"

In the long silence, Fu Yi closed his eyes and moved his consciousness away from the red ‘safe exit’ icon for the last time, opening his eyes.

She said, "Okay."

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Huai Shi felt lost in the snowstorm.

Suddenly, the sky turned around and Fu Yi disappeared.

He was thrown into a deep pit, and it was difficult to jump out of the cliff of hundreds of meters high.

When he turned around, he smelled the stenchy wind coming from the depths of the darkness.

Low footsteps sounded.

Accompanied by a whispering trembling in the beast's throat.

Soon, two giants walked out of the crack, and the amber vertical pupil looked at Huai Shi with a natural awkward look, grinning his mouth, and dripping hot iron juice at the corner of his mouth.

Huai poems froze in place for a long time.

Simply suspected that he was looking in the mirror.

Because the two giant beasts look exactly like him, there is no difference.

"Eh ..."

Huai Shi narrowed his eyes, looked at them, and suddenly asked: "Then you will not say, from the body to the character, everything is the same as me?"

"exactly."

Two giant beasts resembling mirrors said in response, their voices overlapped in one place, but if they listened carefully, it was not like one or two voices, but more like dozens of voices overlapped together.

"That's really great ..."

Huai Shi grinned and moved, and asked in a low voice: "That means ... do you know what I am thinking now?"

Then, the two wolf beasts showed strange smiles.

The wind and snow came suddenly.

Covers everything.

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In the wooden house, the flames in the fireplace were burning, and the stew hanging from the fire made a boiling sound, and a sweet flavour rose up, spreading around with the stirring of the spoon.

Fu Yi sat at the cozy dining table and looked around.

Oil lamps, tables and chairs, tableware.

Everything seems to be created in accordance with her aesthetic and intentions. It is heart-warming. Even if you know it is strange, you are not willing to blame it with this cute dress.

Only a faint sound kept ringing, as if whispering in a low voice.

The oil lamp said, "She is watching me ... My arm is so itchy, can I scratch it?"

"Can't move, you are an oil lamp!" The table reprimanded in a low voice: "Can't you stick with it for a while, what if the filling is exposed?"

"Shut up!"

Tapestry interrupted their messy whisper: "She seems to hear us talking!"

"Yes, not allowed to speak!" The vase interposed and showed a sense of his presence.

Oil lamp is not angry: "So what are you doing, fart!"

"Enough!" The cabinet jumped angrily: "Shut up, shut up, don't allow speech ... she looked over ..."

The voice of whispering disappeared.

Soon, the steaming stew, the roasted meat steaks, and even the sweet and sour appetizers were placed in front of Fu Yi along with a huge wooden plate.

"Please use it, boy."

The cat cook raised her fleshy claws and touched the ferret's head: "You're welcome, you must be hungry?"

"I am hungry."

Fu Yi looked at the surroundings and compared his father ’s manual of “Hell Accident Rescue Handbook ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~” that he had learned from his childhood.

"But isn't all this fake?"

She picked up the fork roughly, poked a piece of meat, lifted it up, and started to tear it, and the piece of gravy dripping was dissipated like a bubble.

"Why did you invite me to dinner, or did I invite you to dinner?" Fu Yi looked at the kitchen lady coldly: "For me and my friends, I'm afraid it's just food, right?"

The cat chef looked at her stunned for a long time, sighed helplessly, pulled the chair and sat across from her, filled herself with a bowl of stew, and looked up and asked her: "Do you mind if I say it while eating ? "

"Do I have room to resist?" Fu Yi asked indifferently.

Didn't anticipate the fierce rush, and the cat chef took a fork and tasted her stew. She was graceful and gentle.

"Relax, boy, nobody here wants to eat you."

Maid Cat looked up and looked at the nervous ferret: "Do you think we are the kind of barbaric creatures that will be treated as food when they encounter living things?"

"Then why did you catch me here?"

"You broke in, didn't you?"

The cat cook smiled helplessly: "And we, just want to save you."

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