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  Bai Qingqing reached out and touched that spot. Clearly, this spot was colder, but it didn’t turn to ice.

  She then turned her vision towards the ice droplets floating in the air.

  She stared fixedly at them for a moment, before reaching out to poke at them.

  “Don’t move!”


  From behind came a male’s urgent-sounding voice. Bai Qingqing’s hand froze in mid-air as she turned her head.

  Turned out it was Mitchell returning with a bundle of firewood and animal skin coats.

  Mitchell tossed aside what he was carrying and hurriedly pulled her away. Bai Qingqing’s skin was terribly cold and nearly came off as he pulled her away. She could feel a piercing pain in her skin now.

  “Are you tired of living? One touch of this ice droplet and you and the female baby in your arms will instantly turn into ice!” Mitchel howled at her, the rage evident in his tone.

  The shocked Bai Qingqing retreated a few steps and didn’t dare to go near it anymore.

  Mitchel cast a glance at her delicate feet, which were so cold they turned purplish-green and pale. He lifted her helplessly and placed her on an iced rock farthest away from the ice droplets. After draping a few animal skin coats over her, he started a fire in the ice house.

  The glow of the fire illuminated the entire ice house but wasn’t able to melt it. Though, it made one feel warm simply looking at it.

  The shivering Bai Qingqing moved to crouch down beside the fire, then placed An’an on her lap and stuck out both hands to warm them up by the fire.

  Mitchell took out a bloody-looking piece of meat and a handful of wild grass stained with sand and dust, then handed them to Bai Qingqing and said, “Here, eat it. The meat and grass I’ve just obtained from outside. They’re fresh.”


  Staring at the piece of meat dripping with blood, then turning her vision towards the bunch of long grass which obviously looked tough as rope. Even if she wasn’t picky with food, she couldn’t bring herself to eat those.

  She found a relatively smooth tree branch from that pile of firewood and poked it through that piece of meat, then put it to roast on the fire. As for the grass, she didn’t even cast a second glance at it.

  “So troublesome.”


  Mitchell mumbled. He tossed the grass before Bai Qingqing and said, “Aren’t you fond of eating grass? In order to come back quicker, I didn’t pick the type that you like. Even if you don’t like it, just make do with it. I saw that a lot of herbivorous animals like eating this type.”


  The corners of Bai Qingqing’s eyes twitched as she complained inwardly: Do you think you’re feeding a rabbit?

  But when she heard him mention that a lot of animals ate this, Bai Qingqing decided to give it a try. She picked up a leaf with two fingers and wiped off the dust upon it, then placed it in her mouth and started chewing it.

  Spit! It was indeed old, aside from being bitter and astringent.

  Mitchell instantly said disdainfully, “So picky.”


  He had deliberately brought this back for her seeing as this was a favorite among herbivorous animals. Alas, Bai Qingqing refused to eat it. How picky.

  Bai Qingqing ignored him and flipped the meat over the fire from time to time, to the point that her hands were frozen stiff.

  Mitchell couldn’t bear to see her in this state and snatched the roasted meat from her and started roasting it, as though he really knew what he was doing.

  Freed from the task, Bai Qingqing would alternate between warming up her hands and glancing over at An’an.

  “Oh, right. I saw that Chris had smashed all the baby scorpions to death. How did you survive?” Annoyed that she was scratched, Bai Qingqing wanted to annoy Mitchell back.

  Indeed choked to hear this, Mitchell said with a dark countenance, “Among so many scorpions, there had to be at least one lucky one. I’m that lucky one. While the others died, I somehow managed to come out of it unscathed.”


  Bai Qingqing nodded in assent. “As the saying goes: ‘Good beastmen don’t live for long, but the bad ones live on for a thousand years’.”


  Mitchell: “.……”


  “How old are you?” As Bai Qingqing spoke, she feared Mitchell would mistakenly think she was interested in him, so she explained, “I merely wish to find out how long ago that incident took place.”