talent predator

It is said that even the strongest person can live less than 40 minutes naked at minus 15 degrees Celsius.Ezreal has the source of darkness in his body, but he doesn't feel it is difficult. Although his body feels uncomfortably cold, he can hold it anyway.

But Sivir was different.A small wet skirt was tightly wrapped around her body, and there was no bonfire in the cave for her to dry her clothes. Her snow-white calves and arms were completely exposed to the air, and a gust of cold wind would blow in from time to time, causing Sivir to tremble intermittently.

After sitting in the cave for only 10 minutes, Sivir's face had turned pale, obviously unable to hold the cold weather.

Ezreal didn't notice Sivir's abnormality. He remembered that when he was fighting Yasuo, every time he encountered a critical moment, a shield would always appear on Sivir's body, offsetting Yasuo's repeated attacks. fatal attack.Ezreal, who is quite interested in displacement and shield talent skills, couldn't help asking Ezreal.

"Sivir, is the shield you used when fighting Yasuo your innate skill? It feels very good."

"No, that's the special effect of equipping the Banshee Veil." Sivir nodded, "Speaking of which, the Banshee Veil is still a family heirloom of the Ionian Blade family..."

"Oh?"

Ezreal's curiosity arose, and Sivir finally explained the experience after questioning.

It turned out that five years ago, the wealthy Sivir once had a close cooperation with the militaristic Noxus city-state, and they jointly invaded Ionia in the south.

In a battle, Irelia of the Blade family of Ionia led the guards to block the footsteps of the Noxus infantry regiment. Noxus sent Sivir to fight Irelia. The immature Irelia is no match for Sivir.During a confrontation, Sivir seized Irelia's flaw, and at the moment when she was about to slash Irelia to death, a shield suddenly appeared on Irelia, helping Irelia block Sivir's attack fatal blow.

Sivir knew that it was the family heirloom of the Blade family - the Banshee Veil.So he tried his best to kill Irelia.Capture the Banshee Veil.But hard to get.In the end, it was Warwick who used a long-lost magic of stealing to steal Irelia's Banshee Veil.Irelia never thought that Warwick could directly steal the equipment from the hero. Irelia, who lost the Banshee Veil, lost the ability to compete with Sivir, so Irelia's guard retreated, and the Banshee Veil It was rewarded to Sivir as a spoil of war.

After the Ionian invasion, Sivir was deeply disgusted by the spirit of Noxus militarism. As soon as the war ended, Sivir cut ties with Noxus and chose to work for the Institute of War. (ps: Sivir’s background story before modification is used here. The modified background story clearly stated that he did not participate in the war. The background story before the modification was against the war but actually participated.)

There is a language inconsistency in Sivir's words, if she is using equipment effects.How could it be used repeatedly in more than ten seconds?It is important to know that the minimum cooling time for special effects of equipment is also 1 minute.But Ezreal didn't seem to notice this flaw.In fact, instead of telling the truth to Ezreal, Sivir made up a lie to fool Ezreal, because it involved one of her big secrets.How could he possibly tell Ezreal?

"By the way, why did you leave Pittover and choose to play for Ionia? I still remember that at the auction, Mrs. Eve announced to everyone that you were playing for Hextech."

Perhaps because he was afraid that Ezreal would discover the loopholes in his language, Sivir changed the subject.

Ezreal sighed: "It's too hard to tell in one word. I'm afraid I can't finish the story tonight, so let's forget it."

At this time.It was only then that Ezreal realized that Sivir's face was extremely pale, even her red lips had lost their color, and her body was trembling more and more frequently.Ezreal couldn't help asking: "Sivir, are you alright?"

"It's okay. It's just a little cold..."

Only then did Ezreal realize that Sivir's physique might not be able to withstand the polar climate of the Freljord. Let her be frozen like this for one night, and she might turn into an ice sculpture tomorrow morning.

"Are you cold?"

Sivir nodded.

Ezreal laughed and said, "Why don't I let you hug each other. You must know that hugging each other is an excellent way to keep warm in the polar region."

Sivir glared at him: "Don't even think about it!"

Seeing his strange smile, Sivir knew that Ezreal wanted to take the opportunity to eat her tofu.Naturally, it is impossible to agree to Ezreal.

Sivir's refusal was expected, sometimes women are like this, they clearly want something in their hearts, but they say no.Ezreal didn't say a word, and sat down beside Sivir.I don't care about her, and when she can't stand the cold, I don't care.

Seeing Ezreal sitting next to him, Sivir moved his butt to keep a certain distance from Ezreal, and heaved a sigh of relief after finding that he hadn't acted out of line.

The two sat side by side like this, without speaking, and the atmosphere fell into a brief silence.

About an hour later, the night was as dark as sticky ink, and it was the coldest time of the night. Sivir felt cold all over her body, and the biting cold seemed to make her hands and feet numb. She glanced tremblingly. Ezreal next to him saw that his clothes were thin, but his breathing was very even, and he didn't seem to show any signs of being afraid of the cold.I couldn't help but feel a little strange, isn't he afraid of the cold?

While she was wondering, a big hand suddenly came over and blocked her shoulder. The next second, amidst Sivir's exclamation, she bumped into a warm embrace.Ezreal actually hugged her into his arms!

"what are you doing!"

Sivir pushed Ezreal away angrily, trying to break free from him, as if he didn't want to accept Ezreal's kindness.

Ezreal was also a little annoyed by her, and said angrily: "Stupid woman, you don't want to die? Your life is more important than your vain self-esteem? Some people dare to eat shit in order to survive. I am selfless, Open your chest to you, it makes you feel like you have suffered a huge loss, you must know that heat will be transferred, half of the heat I hold you in my arms will be sucked away by you, the person who suffers is me, I don’t hate it, you hate it what?"

Sivir was shocked by Ezreal's words, and just wanted to reply, but felt a little funny, the warm feeling came from Ezreal's skin, and the city wall built in Sivir's heart was shaken. It fell apart in an instant.

So, Sivir just let Ezreal hold her in her arms.Ezreal hugged Meijiaren, but his mood was surprisingly calm.

"Humph! Lao Tzu is really the reincarnation of Liu Xiahui." Ezreal snorted a few times proudly, as if he was a little proud of his unruffled concentration, but what happened to the high tent in his crotch? What's going on? ? ? (To be continued..)