Chapter 195: $11. Run, fox

The problem of food was basically solved. The tribe swept away from the downturn and began to actively prepare for the winter.
It is still possible to take care of the vegetable garden during the day, pickle vegetables, make fruit wine, and sew hides. Mutu gave all his private property to Shang Ke, including food, animal skin and various precious metals and rare minerals, and regarded him as his own help. After the cold season, he plans to formally apply to the elders to log in to the directory, and to establish a family.
Although the Lion King's choice and male establishment of the family are somewhat rare, in this era, the orcs are still recognized for the marriage between males. After all, the Lion King is not a hereditary system. Anyone with this courage and strength can challenge the Lion King.
"Fox!" Mutu walked into the room in a furry fur, and strode to the front of Shang Ke, laughing thieves.
I can still look at him strangely.
Mutu pulled out something from his arms and said with a tail, "Give it to you."
He had a pendant in his hand, shaped like a small gourd, white-toothed, small and cute.
I can still take a closer look and find that this is a bone flute carved with animal bones. Although the shape is simple, it is hand-grinded, smooth and delicate, obviously spending a lot of energy.
"This is the bone flute I made by myself. If you want to call me later, just blow this flute. I will be there soon." Mutu said with a chest.
Still silent: I first encountered myself to be a "dog flute" for myself, and I also did a big guy who was so natural and unpretentious...
He happily took the gift, hung it around his neck, looked up and saw someone looking at him with a flash of his face, and his tail was scored and happy.
Still ridiculous, holding his neck and welcoming a kiss.
Mutu is satisfied, his hair stretches like a big cat that gets touched.
In half a month, the Lions got a lot of catches in the icy lake, and the weather became colder and colder. The people decided to decide to collect the net for this season.
A group of people came to the icy lake with joy and joy, each looking for their place on the net, began to skillfully close the net.
Instead of going to help, search for nearby materials or minerals. There are many novelty things in this world, such as snow rock trees that can form salt crystals. This kind of tree grows in the low valley and absorbs the nutrients of the underground salt river. There are no flowers and leaves on the branches. As long as it does not rain for three days, it will condense the white salt crystals. The grass around it is not born, only silver and white, it is very strange.
There is also a kind of berry, the juice is thick, adding fat, like flour, can be used to make berry cake, taro, clams, dumplings and other foods with unique flavor.
There are many, and so on. All are natural ingredients, both nutritious and clean.
While searching, I suddenly heard a scream of horror in the distance. I can still look back and see the opposite side of the lake. There is a wonderful scene. The large forest is like a quick-frozen, condensing a layer of silver-white ice and spreading quickly to this side.
"It's death whirl!" The orc dropped the tools in his hand and fled in the opposite direction in panic.
Mutu rushed and yelled at the still stunned: "Fox, run!"
It is still possible to turn around and flee. The two separated across the lake, and each side quickly ran to a different direction.
Death whirlwind moves to the side at a very fast speed, a whirlwind like a skate, and a whistling sound that cuts the air with a sharp blade. Wherever passed, the ice is flashing and the cold is pressing.
Mutu watched as the fox's figure disappeared into his sight, and his heart was anxious but there was nothing to do. But for a long time, what made him even more frightened happened. The death whirls over the lake and hovered in the direction of the fox escaping.
The people who stood on one side with Mutu were out of danger. The few people who fled to the other side were in a crisis.
Still able to pull out and run wild, not even dare to return. The four fields are empty, and there seems to be only one person left between heaven and earth. I can only hear my own rapid breathing and the whistling sound of getting closer and closer behind me.
The blast is invisible and inevitable. Even if there is only one gap, it can be drilled in, let alone there is no place to shelter from the wind.
I still feel a chill in the back, and death is only a step away from him. At the time of the crisis, a small stream of water suddenly appeared in front of it. His eyes lit up and he didn't want to jump.
When the body is empty, the tip of the tail has condensed a layer of frost, only to hear a plop, death ice whistling through the river, freezing the water wave just splashed in the air, like a blooming ice flower, in the winter It flashed a cold glow.
The rushing river was also frozen into an ice stream that would still be trapped under the ice.
I can hold my breath, grab the water in one hand, and hammer the ice on the top of my head. Although the ice layer is not very thick, the body that is under water and frozen and stiff can still make no effort. The brain almost loses the ability to think, the fingers are numb, and the heart seems to stop beating at any time.
The closed and cold glaciers are filled with despair and fear. Confused, there seems to be a familiar figure in front of me. The memories of the past are coming to him like tides, happy, painful, sad, beautiful...
No, can't die!
Still able to get a good spirit, bite the teeth, pull out the dagger from the waist, use the last strength, backhand to the ice on the top of the head. With a bang, there was a crack in the ice.
It is still possible to gouge again and again, and finally successfully break the ice layer before the force is removed.
He quickly rushed out of the ice and raised his hand into the snow. By fixing the figure with a dagger, you don't want to slip into the water.
After doing all this, he couldn't make any effort, gasping with exhaustion, and a faint white mist exhaled from his mouth. A cold wind blew through, bringing a piece of snow. His hair, eyelashes, tail, arms and upper body quickly formed a thin layer of frost.
It was surrounded by white and there was no vocal. Half of the body is still on the shore, and the other half is still underwater. He couldn't speak, couldn't ask for help, and could only helplessly lick the snow on the shore, and it shivered with cold.
Is it going to end? Still not reconciled, if he can, he does not want to experience the inexplicable life and death. In the past, I just used the task as a way to survive. Now, he feels that every world is his own life and should be decided by himself.
mD, system, you let me die, I have to die? I want to live to show you!
The anger caused Shang Ke to recover a little more strength. He used his spare hand to find out how to get out of trouble. At this moment, his finger touched an item, and looked down, it was actually the bone flute that Mutu gave him not long ago.
In the eyes, he suddenly ignited his life. He shook his bone flute into his mouth and blew it hard. A crisp and long flute sounded immediately from the flute, echoing between the heavens and the earth, and a circle circled into the distance.
Mutu has followed the trajectory of the ice to trace the traces of the still. The death ice-skating range is extremely wide, and it is divided into several strands from time to time and spreads around. Coupled with the cold climate, it seriously affects the orcs' sense of smell. Mutu can't make an accurate judgment immediately, and can only find clues along the way.
As time went by, Mutu’s mood became more and more urgent. The longer you drag, the more hope you want, but as long as you don't see the corpse, you won't give up.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of flute in the distance, as if the road was light, and the world of Mutu was illuminated in an instant.
His heart beats violently, his eyes are full of excitement, his feet are burning, and he rushes in the direction of the flute.
Fox, fox! His heart is constantly calling his name.
However, when Mutu rushed out of the woods, the flute suddenly disappeared. He came to a small river and the rushing river was frozen.
Mutu’s heart was tight and he went down the glaciers.
However, for a long time, he had a footstep, and there was a splash of ice that had condensed into ice. He looked down the water to the shore and saw a figure crouching on the snow, covered with a thin layer of frost and snow. It seems to be dead, and there is no interest.
Mutu's pupil slammed abruptly, then quickly rushed to the side of Shangke, kneeling to the ground, twitching his hand and gently sneaking into his breath.
Although weak, but still alive!
Mutu almost wants to scream in the sky and vent his joy.
Trying to press the excitement, he carefully took the can from the river.
Seeing the ice cave on the river, Mutu could probably guess what the fox had experienced. In that case, he still survived strongly. Mutu thinks his fox is really amazing!
The body in my arms is cold and stiff, breathable, and the skin that was originally white, looks more icey at the moment. The soft hair lost the fluffyness of the past, and it condensed a layer of frost. With a light tap, it was possible to drop a little snow.
Mutu felt distressed. He saw that he still had a dagger in his left hand and was trying to take him down, but he was stopped by a cold hand. Looking down, I found out that I was stunned and didn't know when I woke up.
"Fox, you woke up! Great, I will take you home right away." Mutu delighted him into his arms and warmed him with his body temperature.
Still greedily grab his temperature, listen to his heartbeat, and feel the joy of regaining new life.
"I will help you take the dagger first." Say, Mutu is going to take the dagger again.
Can still avoid, shook his head.
Mutu did not understand at first, and then found that the hand of the dagger had already been glued together, forcibly opened, and might even tear his flesh together.
He wrapped his stiff hand with his own hand, his eyes were hot and his heart was colic.
This feeling of distress is not the first time, it seems to have been experienced a long time ago, and it is repeated.
It was as if he could perceive Mutu’s emotions, and he shook his tail with difficulty, and gently swept his cheek with his tip, which seemed to be comforting.
Mutu stared at him deeply, his eyes filled with the pain of depression.
I can open my mouth and say a word silently: Take me home.
Mutu’s eyes were soft, and he lifted his waist and took a big step toward the tribe.
Back to the tribe, the lions immediately surrounded them with surprise and asked about the situation.
Mutu didn't have time to deal with them, ordered people to send hot water, carefully took off the clothes on the body, and then warmed his body a little with a hot towel. After all the ice on his body melted, he was placed in warm water.
There were many frostbite in the skin, and the wound he had healed before was cracked, but there was no pain in his face, and he had a shallow smile from beginning to end.
"Fox, sorry." Mutu touched his wet hair and said, "If I can find you soon, I will be fine."
The fox was soaked for at least two hours in the cold river, and there was no way to ask for help. I don't know how desperate it was. He is not only his own family, but also his own lover, but he can't always protect him.
Can slowly pick up the bone flute hanging on the neck, put it on the lips, kissed him, then leaned back to Mutu’s lips and looked at him clearly: Thank you, Mutu, you send Give me the bone flute and save my life. So don't blame yourself.
There is still a feeling that the control of fate has become weaker and weaker. One day, one day, they can truly master their own lives, and they don’t have to repeat the painful life and death.