The ubiquitous snow made everything around him extremely monotonous. The dark trunks were a little bit of a simple pale embellishment. No matter which direction they looked, they saw and heard the same thing. What's more, even if they were not possessed, as a stranger who broke in without any brains, Lyon didn't know where to go. The two of them had put a lot of burden on their mounts. When they entered the place where the snow could bury their horses' legs, he got off the horse and led the reins to open the way in front.

It is always easier to hold a horse than to hold Rose. In such a difficult situation, the great hero has never forgotten to joke with himself. It's a pity that he can't share this inspirational joke with the goddess.

Lyon looked back at his companion from time to time to check his companion's condition. Rose sat upright in the saddle, her face hiding in her fluffy hood, and had almost no other movement except her chest that was undulating due to breathing.

Where did the nagging spirit in my ears go? The pit he accidentally stepped on interrupted his blasphemous thoughts, and the fantasy of breaking his legs in the snow forced the brave to turn his attention back to the road.

The snow was flying like a catkin, and it was fine to hit Leon walking. Rose was in trouble. Not long after, the white had covered her bearskin cloak, dyeing it into a color that could blend with the environment. The demon did not need clothes anyway, so the two prisoners wore more like nobles than the other. However, no matter how thick the cold-proof clothes were, there were always times when they could not stand it.

"Ah...ah...ah..." The "snowman" on the horse's back made a few sounds, and finally sent out a sneeze, which shook off the snow.

Ordinary men will immediately ask about their well-being, but he is a dragon-slaying hero, and Rose is definitely not an "ordinary woman". This sneeze reveals something. The goddess with black hair and white skin growing into a surface elf is still a physical body. God is too similar to a believer, and it is not necessarily a good thing.

"Go to the west." Rose's conversation style omitted the beginning as usual and went straight to the end, without even thinking of Lyon's answer.

Just do it, idiot. Lyon shrugged his shoulders and continued to immerse himself in the strange tone of his imagination. He was possessed for too long and thought Rose would be like Katerina and run around in his mind at any time.

Regardless of whether Lyon guessed it or not, Rose did not respond. He led the horse and just followed the direction guided by the goddess, and did not ask "What's there?" Another habit of being a puppet that had been pulled from too many threads.

The difficult journey in the snow was beyond imagination. He grabbed the reins with his hands more than once to force the horse to move forward, rather than staying there and turning into an ice sculpture with Rose. The snow hitting his face, the snow buried in his boots, the snow crawling into his clothes, and the whiteness everywhere... He was born in the Grand Duchy, and knew what "snow blindness" was, which meant that people were about to be unable to persevere.

The goddess said again, he actually saw a deserted wooden house half buried in snow and was fenced by dead shrubs. Hope was placed in front of her, and the rest of the road was not that difficult. When she struggled under the eaves, Lyon reached out to hold Rose. The goddess responded to him with extremely stiff body movements. If the heat from her mouth was gone, Lyon felt like she was carrying a frozen corpse.

The wooden house had no owner without any surprises. Local residents with normal IQ had already escaped into Barry City, but they didn't know how to live or die... He stopped the unhappy association in time. He held Luo Si with one hand and pushed the frozen wooden door with the other. The brave man was very busy and had no random thoughts and fell into the luxury of guilt and self-blame.

The dead are gone, so what can I do?

After pushing twice, he couldn't pull it, he asked Luo Si to stand up against the wooden wall, hoping to use brute force to hit him.

"Don't."

Rose didn't speak, she looked like a sculpture. The goddess turned her head and looked at the sealed door with just a look. The war horse obediently turned around and pointed it at the sealed door and raised its hind hooves.

Goddess of nature, well, Lyon suddenly admired it a little.

It is an abandoned cottage, but from the closed winter horse ring prepared for the horse to the fireplace in the house and the stack of firewood, and the animal fur on the floor, it can be said that the owner has good intentions. As soon as Rose entered the house, he shrank to the fireplace and hugged his chest and continued to daze, so from raising fire to taking care of the horse, including rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find food, Lyon had no choice but to pay attention to the hard work. In order to take care of the goddess's physical condition, Lyon put Mr. You first.

Thankfully, the firewood was not all damp, and there was always something to use. The flint was placed beside the fireplace, showing that the owner did not expect to leave for so long. Another bad idea that he had to stop quickly. He cut off a thin layer of fur-covered skin from the floor, picked up the flint and rubbed it repeatedly with the dagger until enough sparks splashed out.

Lyon had no choice but to pray that the owner would go to the city to take refuge in time, rather than becoming a devil's mouth or Caterina's "drink".

First, ignite the fur, then put the firewood over and light it. When the fireplace is burned, you have to go out to take care of the horse. Rose watched Lyon's work throughout the whole process, and she moved to the fireplace again, probably as a recognition of the man's efforts.

When the brave men found a way to feed the hard-working mounts - all relying on a few hard and shriveled apples found in the basket. When they returned to the house, Rose still sat in a slanted position by the fireplace.

If an ordinary woman came in, she would have already set up a pot to make soup. Since he complained with "thinking", no matter whether the person being criticized heard it or not, silence was still the theme inside the house.

The fire warms people's body, and the warm tones brought by the fire highlight Rose is an indescribable surface elf. Her beauty is indescribable, and even if you just look at it, it can make people fall into trouble. The beauty by the fireside face is facing him, and Lyon stood there for a while and opened his mouth, feeling that everything he said is redundant.

The stove, pot, and kitchen utensils are all ready-made. After a little search in the house, there is even wine. Lyon has already skipped the psychological barrier of the thief and regarded himself as his master.

He did not forget to give Rose a bottle. The goddess looked up at him rarely, and then returned to the meditation that was suspected of autism. The drink placed at her feet was deemed as nothing.

"You'd better drink." Lyon was kind. He helped Rose over the toilet, knowing that even the goddess needed to eat and drink.

Rose's eyes circled between him and the bottle twice, and remained indifferent.

She wanted you to unscrew the cork for him, she wanted you to find him a cup, maybe she wanted you to rub her feet! With the shamelessness cultivated by countless women who have slept, he would not regard beauty as a condition for women to exchange or even threaten men. Lyon, backing against the wooden wall, enjoyed the heat of the fireplace, and drank the liquid in the bottle on his own.

With a nearly inaudible sigh, Rose accepted his fate and picked up the bottle, bit off the stopper, raised his head and drank it directly. The goddess threw the empty bottle aside, raised her head to look at the brave. The big eyes reflected the fire, and her eyes were bright and bright. It was already afternoon when the two escaped from the camp, and it was even later. In addition, the window panels were closed, and the lighting in the room was entirely on the fireplace.

The light is too dark, and it intentionally or unintentionally leads the pair of lonely men and widows to the ambiguous relationship. Besides, the distance between the two is not far enough, at least it does not meet the boundaries that gentlemen and ladies should maintain in social fields. Being alone in the humble room and escaping from death is the strongest aphrodisiac in the world.

"You are my worst believer." Before the great hero could have time to think wrongly, Rose came to the conclusion first.

Lyon is 31 years old, and many men of the same age have become fathers, so he is the same. This makes people mature and will not quarrel with women.

Lyon just laughed at the goddess' accusation, that's all.

"Don't you admit it?"

Unexpectedly, Rose pressed her step by step, and her behavior was no different from that of ordinary women, that is, in a quarrel, men would even anger women even more if they didn't respond.

"It depends on how you define the believers." Since the other party was unwilling to forgive, Lyon simply said, "You need me to save you and take you away, I have done it. Or are these still not enough, and you still want me to go out and find two living people, and then kill you with your name?"

Rose was stunned when he heard this, and Lyon took advantage of the victory to pursue him.

"If you are expecting such a thing, I will escort you to a safe place. You can walk the way you will be yourself. After you become your spider god, I will continue to be my ordinary person." The brave man said with pleasure in one breath. In the past two days, the suspicion of accidentally believing in the evil god has gradually grown and has become an increasingly heavy moral burden. Lyon is about to bear it.

"I don't mean that." The goddess rarely condescends and explains.

Rose's statement satisfied Lyon. He stopped when he saw it was right and was about to stand up and get another bottle of wine for Rose.

"And you didn't take me out."

Both of them were looking at each other, and Lyon couldn't understand what Rose meant.

"We are far from safety, far from being safe."
Chapter completed!