S-Class Exclusive Warm Pet Wanted

Chapter 882 He's under my cover (1)
The farther you go to the south, the thinner the snow, and the original plain terrain began to produce small hills.The Laptev Sea is in the polar night for three months a year, and now it is the end of spring, when the sun reaches the southern part of the Laptev Sea smoothly, there will be a nine-month polar day period.

Dragging his broken body, Sidney struggled to walk on the barren ice field. He looked up at the day and sun hanging in the sky forever, and couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking his lips that had been wrinkled by the wind and snow. .

Even in the extreme daylight season, the temperature in the air was still frighteningly low. The temperature was about seventeen or eight degrees below zero. The clothes on his body were too thin to withstand the attack of the wind and snow.After walking two or three kilometers with difficulty, Sidney finally couldn't hold it anymore.

Finding a rising ice and snow hill, Sidney sat down on the bottom of the hill.

"call--"

He put his hands in front of his mouth and took a breath of warm air, then put his palms together and rubbed them vigorously for two to three minutes. When his palms became hot, he put them on his cheeks.There were traces of blood on the broken cheek, and the warm palm touched the wound, causing the wound to burst into pain.

"hiss--"

Sidney frowned, and he tried to bend his right foot. He used his fingers to pull out the thin trousers, and glanced at the ankle casually, only to find that the ankle had swollen to the size of an ordinary soup bowl.

Pressing the swollen ankle with his fingers, a deep pit was immediately sunken. After the pit was sunken, he never got up again.

Sidney frowned, and if he didn't get treatment, his right foot would freeze to death sooner or later.

Sidney hugged himself into a ball, then leaned against the place where the sun could shine, and took a nap with his eyes slightly closed.The strong ultraviolet rays of the sun in this area made his eyes very uncomfortable. Sidney blocked his eyes with one hand, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he felt very tired.

Knowing how irrational it would be to fall asleep in such a dangerous place, but he was so tired and sore all over, Sidney couldn't stop the drowsiness after all, and fell into a deep sleep.

...

Waking up again, Sidney felt that his eyelids were heavy.

He lowered his head and glanced at the watch on his left wrist, only to find that a layer of icy slag had formed on the surface of the watch.Sidney blew hot air on the surface, and when the ice slag melted, he wiped off the ice slag with a towel.Squinting to look at the time, the hour hand points to 34:[-].

He glanced at his watch quickly before going to bed, when the hour hand seemed to be pointing to six o'clock.Judging from his physical fatigue and hunger, he should have slept for more than three hours just now.Sidney licked his tongue and looked up at the sky. The sun was still hanging high in the sky. He couldn't tell whether it was day or night in country C.

Gritting his teeth, Sidney patted his right ankle, stood up again, and walked forward.

...

Standing beside the ice mound, the man lowered his eyes and glanced at the ground.

He squinted his eyes, bent over to pick up the hand towel left by Sidney, with resentful cold eyes, full of murderous intent and eagerness.

"There is still temperature..."

He stood up, climbed onto the ice mound, looked around, and finally, the man's eyes stopped at the southeast position.There, there was a man in colorful clothes, staggering forward alone in the snowstorm.

"Tsk—"

The man jumped off the ice mound, and with a slightly eager pace, he pressed the person in front of him to catch up.

...

Pfft!
Sidney couldn't support his right foot, and his whole body fell on the snow-covered ground.

(End of this chapter)