Little Radish swung to the last tree, leaped up, and landed on Li Qianxia's shoulder.

"Ugh! I'm freezing!" She jumped away as if she'd touched boiling water.

"Little Radish~~" Li Qianxia hugged it tightly as if she had seen a family member.

With an agility of 8, Little Radish had nowhere to hide and could only be used as a heater.

It kicked Li Qianxia's cold, tender face with its hands and feet, resisting in a way that resembled an infant being harassed by its father with stubble.

“Let’s keep going,” Yang Qinglan said. “Let Little Carrot find a safe place, quickly start a fire, and dry the clothes.”

Before leaving, Li Changzhou looked back once.

The place where they stood was the point of confrontation between rain and snow and sunshine.

The world is half light and half shadow, like a dream.

Four people—or so it could be said, or four primates—left the ridge and entered the dense forest on the mountainside.

Yang Qinglan tried to get down and walk by herself, but when she moved, she found that her whole body was stiff.

The moment my toes touched the ground, I felt a sharp pain, as if my foot was about to break.

A few seconds later, an unbearable, tingling, and itchy sensation spread from the tips of my toes all over my body, making it impossible to walk or even move.

If you take some time, you should be able to recover, but being soaked in wet clothes and exposed to a cool breeze could easily cause hypothermia and make you sick.

In order not to delay, she had Li Changzhou carry her on his back.

With only her right arm, she endured the numbness and itching, slowly moving it to restore its flexibility, her right palm clutching a handful of grass seeds that Li Qianxia had casually collected.

The mountain road was gentle and smooth, the pine forest was fresh, and the air was bright.

The afternoon sunlight filters through the layers of leaves, forming beams that stand out among the trees like trees of light.

"There's danger ahead," Little Radish, who was following behind, suddenly said.

Li Changzhou stopped in his tracks. Yang Qinglan was on his back, her clear, water-washed eyes unblinking. Li Qianxia gripped the blood-red steel gun tightly.

"How dangerous?" Li Qianxia turned to ask Little Radish.

"Hmm—" Little Radish squatted on the tree like a monkey, resting his cheeks in his hands, gazing at the sky and lost in thought.

After a while, she said, "The red frog jumps up the tree. It's poisonous, but it's taking the children to the little puddle in the tree."

"A close call, but no real danger?" Yang Qinglan confirmed.

"Yes, yes, that's exactly what I wanted to say!" Little Radish nodded vigorously.

“Don’t worry, if it were really in great danger, it would have run away by itself, no, by the monkey,” Li Changzhou said.

“No way!” Little Radish retorted loudly, then muttered under his breath, “You’re the most dangerous one.”

Regardless of whether Li Changzhou was in the most danger, they needed to brace themselves and face the red frog that was sending the child up the tree.

After taking a couple of steps, Li Changzhou, whose mental capacity had declined and whose concentration was waning, suddenly asked, "By the way, what kind of frog is the red one?"

"Poison dart frog. Shut up." Yang Qinglan answered succinctly in his ear, her tone flat.

They didn't pretend nothing was wrong.

In the game of value, you can never be too careful or on edge.

Since that's the case, then we might as well be fully prepared and not waste our energy and effort on acting.

Soon, the "Red Frogs" appeared: two middle-aged men dressed in sportswear and wearing full-coverage masks.

Yang Qinglan glanced around but didn't find any weapons.

Generally, participants carry their weapons with them because it takes five heartbeats to take them out of their backpacks.

The two looked at them in surprise, their gazes first sweeping over Li Qianxia at the front, and then over her steel gun.

She lingered on Li Changzhou's AK for a while longer before being drawn to his shoulder—Yang Qinglan's unparalleled beauty was right there.

After glancing at it several times, the two looked at the little radish hiding in the tree behind the three of them with some fear.

Little Radish looks like a miniature adult, about the same age as Li Changzhou and the others, but its body is only the size of a palm, white and tender like a radish, and as cute as a legendary elf.

"Who are you?" Li Qianxia demanded.

"Don't do it!" The two quickly raised their hands.

The older man shouted, "We mean no harm!"

"Then get out of the way!"

"No problem! No problem!" The two slowly stepped aside, saying at the same time, "Excuse me, do you want to team up? This game is full of bastards, they're all ruthless and kill without blinking an eye."

"Team up?" Li Changzhou asked.

"Yeah, bro, let's team up!"

Yang Qinglan lightly pressed her fingertips twice on Li Changzhou's left shoulder.

"Just the two of you? Do you have any teammates?" Li Changzhou asked again.

"No, no, it's just the two of us."

"That's good." Li Changzhou raised the AK, and bullets shot out of the muzzle in a rush.

"ah!"

A scream rang out, and a person fell from a tree on the left, along with a powerful bow.

Panic flashed across their faces, then turned fierce.

But before they could do anything, a wolf howl echoed through the empty forest like waves, surging back and forth.

Li Qianxia slightly bent her knees and moved close to the person on her left, her spear like a swaying snake, biting the neck of the person on her left.

The snake shifted its shadow and bit at another person.

The man suddenly lowered his body, his calves sank into the ground, and he continued to sink deeper into the soil.

Yang Qinglan's eyes turned blue, and the man staggered backward, his legs firmly embedded in the ground, looking like wheat that had been blown down.

Before the "repulsion" was activated, Yang Qinglan had already raised her right hand, and the grass seed she threw at that moment landed right next to that person.

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