Chapter 1511

"Night gives me black eyes, but I use it to look for light."

deep in the vast forest, a small wooden house built by human beings is smoking continuously. The cold wind is bleak, and the snow covers most of the low wooden house.

In the cold forest, only the crackling sound of wood burning came from the cabin, and the orange flame brought a trace of heat to the cold snow.

In the wooden house, beside the campfire, Zhou Ying, who was only wearing a layer of sweater, put his hands close to the edge of the flipping tongue of the fire. It seemed that he could not feel the burning temperature. His two fingers also moved the triangular iron frame used to boil water.

The red iron frame contacts the skin and flesh, and the sound of "Yiyi" has an unpleasant smell of burning. Zhou Ying looks down at her blackened fingertips and rubs her trousers casually. There is no expression of pain on her face.

"Gulu ~ Gulu" a small pot placed on the tripod was steaming. Zhou Ying lifted the lid, looked at the rolling turbid hot water, took up the handle of the iron pot and poured it directly into his throat.

Hot water is enough to make a person's tongue and digestive tract seriously damaged, even if it is enough to withstand high temperature, and the powers of level 4 and level 5 will not do this kind of self mutilating madness.

"Ho --!" Zhou Ying breathed out a long breath. His eyebrows could not help wrinkling. He felt a little uncomfortable covering his throat. His right hand could not help clenching his fist, as if his fingertips were a little sore. He lifted up his sweater and looked at the ugly lines on his skin. He could not help shaking his head.

All the time speechless, the storage ring on his index finger flashed and took out a thick cotton suit.

He put it on his body in a hurry, put his hands on his mouth with stiff red, and breathed. His behavior was just like that of ordinary people, which made him even more crazy. After all, he was still a person who didn't feel any pain and heat five minutes ago.

The campfire kept burning. A little damp firewood was thrown into the fire by Zhou Ying. However, for more than ten seconds, the crackling sound of burning became louder. The firewood in the cabin had been almost burned, and the bonfire pile with small flame had accumulated a thick layer of wood black slag.

The sky is more and more dim, open the only window, the quiet forest can only see the snow on the ground.

Zhou Ying, who had not spoken for nearly five hours in the afternoon, finally stood up from the campfire and said, "it's time!" He opened the door, looked up at the towering Cangshan, and went in that direction without hesitation.

"Tick tick!" Wang Mang is playing with an exquisite pocket watch with a retro shape in his hand. The slender second hand is running accurately. Wang Mang is sitting on a comfortable soft chair, elbows on his knees, lying on his waist, quietly baking on fire. The layer of bear skin on his body is gradually covered with a layer of shallow snow.

"Creak - creak!" Snow White was pressed to shape the sound of stepping on strength, and a pair of fish skin boots sewn by two workers came towards Wang Mang from far to near.

"You're late. It's five minutes out of time!" Wang Mang lowered his head to bake the fire. When the pair of fish skin boots came to his eyes, he didn't look up. "Lord Wang Mang, it's hard to walk in the snow. I'm sorry I'm late!"

"This fire... Can you lend me a toast?" The owner of the fish skin boots didn't wait for Wang Mang to agree, so he put a pair of thin hands in front of Wang Mang's eyes.