The widow is a curse

Chapter 98 Unromantic Romance!

The snow is falling more and more.

The snow flakes falling from the entrance of the cave danced gracefully one after another.

In the entrance of the cave, the two stunning teenagers are closely attached to each other, keeping each other warm.

If it wasn't for being in a dangerous place, if it wasn't for the cold military thorn between the two of them.

Such a scene is really romantic and warm!
Duanmu Yaoyang looked down at his chest, Bei Gonghan's eyelashes were stained with water, and his heart was full of emotion.

"If your surname is not Beigong, maybe we will be good friends!"

Bei Gonghan tilted his head slightly, his eyes shone on his face.

"If you weren't Duanmu Yaoyang, maybe you would be my brother!"

Looking past his bright black eyes, she slowly withdrew the saber in her hand without making another sound.

Duanmu Yaoyang took a deep breath and didn't say anything more.

He just tightened the arm that was originally on Bei Gonghan's shoulder.

Two people who were supposed to be at odds, under this special environment, temporarily reached a tacit truce agreement.

The light in the valley is getting darker and darker, and night is coming soon.

Know that tonight is destined to spend the night in this valley cave.

Bei Gonghan stood up straight from Duanmu Yaoyang's body, bent over and searched carefully on the ground.

Finally, she found the dead branch that caused Duanmu Yaoyang to fall from the snowdrift.

Dragging the dead branch in front of Duanmu Yaoyang, she immediately stabbed him with an army.

Cut the dead branch into countless small pieces, leaving only two branches more than one foot long for future use.

Tear off two cloth straps from his body and twist them into ropes.

The two tied to one of the branches are slightly bent, like a bow.

Then Bei Gonghan wrapped the other dry branch around the bow, sharpened one end of the dry branch, and spun quickly on the dead branch on the ground.

As her movements became faster and faster, the dead branches were quickly drilled into black powder.

In the end, smoke and sparks came out faintly, igniting the broken wood on the ground.

Carefully covering the broken wood on top, Bei Gonghan blew gently.

With her efforts, the originally weak flame quickly burned.

Firelight and warmth filled the cold valley at once.

(End of this chapter)