The apocalypse is frozen and overgrown with vines.
Shen Yan is a high-level ice power user. He is cold and lonely, and has no patience for outsiders.
Wen Yan is a person who controls the cultivation of high-level abilities. He is careless and careless about team tasks.
The special team randomly trained with each other, and the two were forced into a group.
"The ice wall on the left is three meters high." Shen Yan's voice had no fluctuations.
Wen Yan held a root of grass in his mouth, and the vines on his fingertips broke through the ground in response, and accurately wrapped around the zombie's ankle: "I understand, your ice-condensing speed is only half a beat slower than mine."
Other people's team formation is stumbling, but they understand the tactics with one look and fill in the loopholes with one move.
Shen Yan looked at Wen Yan's arm scratched by the zombies, frowned and handed over a potion: "Don't show off next time."
Wen Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled, throwing the shiny old badge to him: "What are you afraid of? I can't die as long as you are here."
They are not a natural pair bound by destiny, but a tacit understanding of each other; they are not a one-sided defense, but a two-way mutual achievement.
The same frequency of ice and vine is the sharpest sword and the warmest shield in the apocalypse.
They guarded the seed bank, guarded each other, and planted hope for both of them in the desolate apocalypse.
Intention: In the end of the world, fate has nothing to do with it. Only the tacit understanding and protection of two-way choices can achieve mutual success and live together.