The north wind was like sharp knives, blowing hard on the northern land of the Jozhao Dynasty.
The heavy goose-feather snow kept falling down as if it was life-threatening. When I looked around, everything was white and I couldn't see anything.
In this damn weather, God seems to be deliberately trying to force people to a dead end!
"Grandma, this is so unbelievable! I'm going to freeze to death!" Li Tieniu muttered in a rough voice, and the white breath he exhaled suddenly turned into frost, covering his face.
He rubbed his face vigorously, trying to drive away the severe cold. The armor he was wearing was as cold as if he had just been fished out of an ice hole.
Chen Mu wrapped the tattered leather jacket tighter around him and let out a breath of white air, which disappeared in the cold wind.
He raised his head and looked ahead. The west valley road looked like a giant beast with its mouth wide open, waiting to swallow everything.
