Chapter 34 Villages that Don't Eat Hot Food

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The Meizu belongs to the Miao clan. They believe in the great god of Senak, that is, the giant snake god. They originally lived in Balstu in the middle of Yunjiang. Later, in order to avoid war, they hid in the perennial cloudy strangers by the Zhijiang River. There are no more than 400 men, women and children in the whole family.

Many men and women are young, beautiful and good at singing and dancing, but they behave like cold-blooded animals. They are drowsy and have no appetite at low temperatures. Therefore, before winter comes, the people will enter the only valley in the Moland called the Holy Spirit Domain, which maintains a constant temperature to avoid the cold.

At this time, in the territory of the Holy Spirit, the hot springs that have been erupting make the surrounding air warm. Even if the snow flies outside, the people in the valley do not feel a trace of cold.

This year's Li Meizu did not have the previous singing, dancing and laughing, and everyone was immersed in sadness, because their most beloved Kamo patriarch had been selected as a servant by the god Snak and will soon be taken away.

All the people gathered in front of the stone house in the easternmost part of the valley. The man looked sad, the woman sobbed, and the child was held by his parents and told not to play, so he could only stay quietly.

"Dad!"

A young man with cyan earthen clothes and trousers and a green veil knelt down on the jade-colored white stone bed. His slender and white hands and the withered hands of a middle-aged man who were weak and powerless to return to the sky tightly grasped his hands. The overly feminine Danfeng's eyes were full of tears, but she resisted it from falling.

"Dad, Dad, open your eyes and look at Qingfeng, Dad, Dad... I'm Qingfeng, Dad..."

He choked and shouted in a low voice that the man who had raised him for 18 years and had always been loving and powerful for him. Since he was a child, he has been hunting behind his back and teaching him to read and teach him to know the world. The only relative in his life is like a candle in the wind, with only a breath left to maintain. There was sadness and helplessness in his heart, and he watched his most beloved father in his life be attacked by illness but could do nothing.

He hates it! I hate why he can't save his father with medical skills, why Snak chose his father as his servant, and why every patriarch can't live to be 45 years old.

"Dad!"

A hot tear finally escaped the shackles of his eyes, slowly sliding down his white cheeks, dripping on the back of the middle-aged man's blue-streaked hand, splashing a small splash, and then one drop, two drops... gradually converged into a thin stream of water and spread.

I guess he felt the sadness of the young man. The gray-faced middle-aged man coughed gently and slowly opened his eyes.

"Feng'er..." He raised his hand with difficulty and patted the teenager's hand comfortingly. The middle-aged man, Kamo, the patriarch of the Mei clan, reluctantly opened the corners of his mouth and forced himself to pull out a smile. "Why... cried again... cough..." Before he finished speaking, he immediately coughed violently, and his purple lips cracked like Dry land, "It doesn't mean... okay, man... cough, man... husband... cough, yes... can't you cry... cough cough..."

The teenager quickly greeted him and stretched out his hand to comfort his chest, "Dad, Dad, speak slowly, don't be excited, Qingfeng, Qingfeng won't cry again...woo..."

He waved his hand to signal the young Qingfeng to stop, and Kamo shook his head faintly, "Dad...cough, Dad may really go to see Si... Nak God... I...cough... I... never... cough..." Blood has overflowed from his mouth, and the dazzling red with a broken face, very It's shocking.

"No, no! Dad, you'll be fine, Dad, Dad, Dad, don't talk about it, Qingfeng... Qingfeng will go and beg the god Snark not to take Dad away. Dad, you will get better... Dad!" His eyes turned red, and the tears that had just stopped gushed out again. The green phoenix wiped his face randomly and stood up eagerly to walk to the spring in the middle of the valley, because it was the place where the statue of the Great Sinak was worshipped.

"Feng...Feng'er, come back...come back...cough..."

He anxiously propped up half of his body to call back his walking son. Kamo couldn't lift it in one breath, and coughed again, "Feng... Fenger... back... back... cough... cough... come back..." His right hand covered his chest as painful as a tear, and the patriarch Kamo stretched his left hand and waved five fingers at Qingfeng's back in vain.

Seeing this, Qingfeng immediately ran back, knelt down by the stone bed again, and stretched out her hand to hold Camo's back. "Dad, Dad, what are you doing? Qingfeng... Qingfeng just went to beg the god... Dad..."

Kamo grabbed Qingfeng's hand with his backhand and held it tightly. His turbid eyes were not worried about his son but deep and endless fear. He shook his head gently, gasped fiercely, and his purple lips moved a few times, but he couldn't say a word.

"Dad..." The teenager held his hand, and tears in his eyes were about to fall, but he quickly reached out and wiped it away as if he thought of something.

Camo turned his head and looked at the strong man standing next to him. The latter immediately stepped forward, dismissed the crowd around him, and quietly retreated.

"Feng'er..."

Camorra took Qingfeng's hand and motioned him to move forward, "Feng'er...come here."

The beautiful teenager Qingfeng forced her tears and slowly turned her ears towards the middle-aged man who looked more and more painful.

"Feng'er,... Next... Cough... What you heard... All of them are... Cough, really... Cough." Cough was so strong that Kamo took a few breaths to continue, "Next... No... No matter what Dad said... What... You... You... You... have to... Do..." < /P>

"Dad..." With tears to prevent it from flowing, Qingfeng suddenly had an ominous foreboding, so she closed her mouth stubbornly and refused to agree.

"Promise Dad... Feng'er, cough... Promise me..." Even if his vitality is close to losing all, Kamo still insists on his meaning and has to get the answer he wants to feel at ease.

Qingfeng turned her head and didn't look at Kamo, bit her lower lip to prevent herself from crying, "A...Dad, you'll be fine, Qingfeng...Qingfeng..."

"Promise me!" Seeing that Qingfeng refused to agree, Kamo suddenly opened his eyes and tried his best to roar, but then there was another terrible cough, "Cough... Promise me... cough..."

The red blood gushed out, dyeing Kamo's green and thin face, which became more and more ferocious and horrible. Perhaps knowing that his life was not long, he grabbed Qingfeng's hand desperately, and the boss's eyes were covered with blood and kept staring at him, "Promise me!"

"Okay... Qingfeng promised her father," she was really forced to do nothing about it. She didn't want her father to be too painful. Qingfeng could only turn around and hold Camo's hand. "Qingfeng promised her father, what her father said... Qingfeng will definitely do it!"

"That's good... That's good..." The expression on his face was a little relaxed, but then tightened again. Come on... Come on, Fenger, come over and listen to Dad... say... say..."

Qingfeng nodded and lowered her head with tears.

Half an hour later, the horn symbolizing the return of the dead to heaven sounded. The beautiful teenager knelt in front of the bed, knelt next to the gradually cold body of the middle-aged man, watching the oldest high priest in the clan bathe his father and could not move for a long time.

Dad...

If...if what you say is true...then...

His eyes involuntarily turned to the hot spring all year round, and his eyes became extremely fierce.

If it's really doing something wrong, then for the sake of the clan, Qingfeng will definitely do what her father told her!

will never let it appear again, never let it have a chance to endanger the lives of the people, and never let Dad die in vain, absolutely!

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Just after the heavy snow, there is a faint rainbow hanging in the blue sky. Although it is very cold, the air is absolutely fresh and refreshing.

An Joya took a deep breath and felt the cold air winding in her lungs and finally coming out of her mouth. It was so cool!

"Seventh sister, why did you take down your hat again?" An Shengtu walked to her side and slowed down to keep pace with her. "You are easy to get cold like this. It's better to put it on quickly."

"No, fourth brother, what's the point of always hiding in the shell in such a nice weather," An Joa turned her head and smiled, "And ah," she pulled her hat. "It's really uncomfortable to wear such a heavy thing every day. It's really uncomfortable. It's very heavy to say."

shell? The shell?

"Seven sister, did you just say the word 'shell'?" An Shengtu scratched his head puzzledly. He really didn't understand what An Qiaoya meant by the so-called "shell". "Why didn't you see a shell on your body?"

After saying that, he inspected Anchoa's whole body again and made sure that there was really nothing that could be called a "shell". After that, he nodded heavily, "Really not!" Except for clothes.

"......==||" Anchoya's embarrassing rz, the fourth brother, is really a genius...

"Bear by the way, fourth brother, we have been out for two days. When can we arrive in the capital?" Touching the black cloak on his body, Anjoa raised his right hand wearing simple plush gloves and straightened the hair blown by the wind.

"It's far away from Beijing, and we only walked out of the cottage for two days. According to past experience, it should take more than half a month to get there." Ha?! No way!" Hearing this, Anjoya immediately collapsed, and her original high fighting spirit was also washed away. "That means that we still have half a month to sleep on the snow?" God! She wants to cry!

Originally, I thought it would be more fun to go out of the cottage. Who would have thought that freedom was free enough, but she was worried about life and living. Although she happened to arrive at the foot of the mountain on the first day and could stay at the farmer's house in the village, they left in a hurry the next morning and only She can lie behind the snowdrifts under the bushes to avoid the wind. When she gets up in the morning, she is full of snow and can't even get up. She doesn't even find a place to solve her physiological stress. She can only hide behind the bushes to solve it. It's really freezing to death, and she has to pay attention to whether there are any animals or bad morals next to her while boo. People will make raids, which is really frightened and afraid.

Less than three days after she came out, she wanted to climb back to the cottage,555555... What a shame.

An Shengtu patted An Qiaoya's head comfortingly, "Don't worry, the fourth brother has just seen it. If we walk faster, we should arrive at the Ice Valley Village before dark. We don't have to sleep in the snow there."

Hearing this, An Qiaoya's eyes lit up and immediately became energetic. Her eyes stared straight at An Shengtu, "Fourth brother, are you telling the truth?"

An Shengtu nodded, "It should be right. I passed by there last time."

"Oh yeah!" Excitedly raising her hands to compare two V's, Anjoya roared crazily, "Great! There is a hot meal!"

In the past two days, she ate dry food brought from the cottage and had a stomachache. Although Aunt Wang's cooking skills are first-class, no matter how delicious the food becomes, it will be the same as pig food. She doesn't know how much she wants to eat a really hot meal. Even if it's not delicious, she admits it as long as it's hot. Her stomach can't stand the toss anyway.

"Uh, that...seven sister."

Seeing that An Joya has been so happy for so many days, An Shengtu really doesn't want to break her fantasy, but if she hadn't said it earlier, she would have cried worse.

"What?" Before he fully woke up from the hot food **, Anchoa subconsciously replied, "What do you want to say, fourth brother?"

"That..." An Shengtu thought about it for a long time before he made up his mind to tell the truth, "Actually...that...that...the people in Ice Valley Village... never eat hot things..."

"Oh... Well, that's not a big deal, just don't eat hot food... What?!" Screaming like an old hen choked.

Turning his head in slow motion, An Qiaoya pulled the corners of his mouth a few times, "Fourth brother, you just... said what's the name of the next village we went to?"

"Ice...Ice...Ice Valley Village..." An Sheng lowered his head in shame. He didn't want to, but only that village was along the way. He also wanted to find a normal village.

Ice Valley Village, Ice Valley Village... Grains are all cold villages?!

"Don't eat...hot...things?"

"Uh... never..."

"...let me die!"