The group of people quickly groped their way through the forest until the sky brightened and they entered the mist forest. Only then did they get rid of the pursuers chasing after them.
"I don't think they'll be able to catch up now. We'll have to rest for a while before we find a way out," Xia Hou said.
Feng Jingyi looked around and murmured, "Are we still going out? I don't want to die here. It's too cold here..."
"What are you talking about?" Xia Hou looked at her little face, which was frozen red, and could not help feeling a little distressed. He reached out and brushed the wet hair on her face.
In the morning, the forest was full of dew. As they ran all the way here, their bodies were all wet. This guy was afraid of coldness and death, so he naturally couldn't stand it.
Feng Qin
