Huaiyu's heart was beating like a drum.

Through the ice, she could clearly see that the rose's fibrous roots were milky white. Usually only new, active roots would be this color, and once they withered, they would turn black and then slowly shrink.

In this world of ice and snow, only the slight warmth from the beating hearts of living people can make the rose take root in winter.

Then... Lin Xuefeng...

Huaiyu was so nervous that his breathing became heavy.

No, I can't think like that. I need to calm down first. What is the connection between Qiangwei and Lin Xuefeng? Although I don't know how far this place is from the outskirts of the wasteland, it is obviously impossible to go straight here as soon as I enter the wasteland. A lot of time must have passed in between.

During this period, as a water-based mutant, Lin Xuefeng must have taken good care of the roses.

But when he came here, the last of his supernatural power turned into the wind and snow that enveloped this dangerous soil, and he himself turned into a monument that would never wither. Would he still have the energy left to nourish the roses with his water supernatural power?

It's impossible?

Moreover, the exposed leaves and flowers of the rose have even frozen over, which freezes the bright pink and white color. If there was enough energy to protect it, it should have grown in the cold wind and would not be in its current state.

These thoughts kept entangled in circles, almost making her mind a mess.

The burning cheeks and the scorching temperature of her breath made her head swell up. As she stared at the white hair roots, Huaiyu couldn't help but imagine again -

Could it be that... Although Lin Xuefeng used the last of his powers to isolate this world and turned it into a monument of ice and snow, he himself did not completely lose his vital signs? The living, weakly beating heart with a hint of warmth, the blood pumping out of it attracted the rose, and then it gradually grew roots, firmly piercing its heart under the ice...

No, no, roses are not fond of human hearts.

Then, Huaiyu looked at the black tree trunk that pierced his heart from his back.

Could it be that the branch pierced Lin Xuefeng's heart, causing the fragile organ to rupture and bleed profusely? And the rose followed the warm blood and planted its roots all the way into the heart, mending the last bit of life?

No matter which guess it was, it sounded a bit far-fetched, but the milky white color of the hair roots kept reminding Huaiyu that maybe the other party still had a chance of survival! She could no longer maintain her composure, and now quickly returned to the statue, restrained and carefully pressed on his arm covering his chest.

A thick layer of ice enveloped Lin Xuefeng, making him look like he was wearing a set of armor that was difficult to penetrate. The ground was a dull yellow. At such a temperature, few plants could grow.

"Lin Xuefeng!"

She murmured, as if she was having a desperate and lonely dream in this deserted wasteland: "Lin Xuefeng, are you still alive?"

Her cheeks, hands, and heart were burning: "Are you still alive? You are so powerful, you will definitely not die so easily!"

But if Lin Xuefeng still has a chance of survival, what should she do to maintain this chance of survival? Should she quickly find the right direction and go back to bring people? Without her own wood-type ability, Zhou Qian would never be able to break through the layers of blockades and reach this center. Although she couldn't remember everything that happened after she fainted, she activated so many plants, and it must be a mess there...

What's more, the garrison's exploration missions are regular and quantitative, and it is impossible for them to break through here without reason.

Just look at the persimmon tree and you’ll see that even if the plant itself is neutral and willing to reason with them, it can’t easily resist the initial contact.

She was panting, feeling anxious at the moment.

Fortunately, this is a vast plain. Although there are trees blocking the view, as long as you stand high enough, you can still see quite far.

The yellowish and soft soil beneath her feet spread out to a diameter of about two to three kilometers, which was indeed quite large. Although she didn't know why there was no grass growing here, she could still grow sunflowers with her supernatural powers! She took a breath, and although she inhaled the cold air, the air she exhaled seemed to burn her throat. Huai Yu realized it later and guessed that she might have a fever.

But now, in this place where there is no grass, you have to walk two miles to find something to eat, not to mention that you can't see anything except trees along the way. If you stop, it will probably make things even worse.

It would be better to check the far end of the forest as soon as possible to see if there are any clues.

It really doesn't work...

Huaiyu gritted her teeth: If it really doesn't work, she will go back to the original place, find the sunflower, then return to the underground river, and then grope her way upstream to find where she fell.

——I hope that hole has not been sealed by the garrison.

She gritted her teeth and persevered, then placed a melon seed in the soft soil.

The high fever caused her hands to tremble slightly as she activated her supernatural powers, but her wood-based supernatural powers still unreservedly stimulated the growth of sunflowers.

The young seedlings sprouted and grew rapidly in this vacuum-like environment, but when they grew to just one meter high, Huaiyu felt that his special powers had instantly failed. Even the sunflowers, which were originally full of vitality, seemed to have suddenly been drained of energy and dried up and withered on the ground.

With a little force, it turned into dark brown crumbs.

This...what is going on?

She had never encountered anything like this before. She stood there in a daze, her gradually slowing brain working with difficulty, but she couldn't figure out why.

After a pause, Huai Yu, feeling increasingly hungry and trembling, took out another seed with great difficulty and chose a new place.

This time, she was much more careful, and even the transmission of her supernatural powers became slower. However, when the sunflower grew to 1 meter high, the feeling of sudden disappointment reappeared, and the previous scene was repeated.

Her nose suddenly felt sore. Loneliness, illness, hunger and cold made her emotions extremely fragile after all the ups and downs. She didn't understand why her supernatural powers had gone wrong at such a critical moment. It clearly felt smoother and stronger than before, and there was no essential change at all.

As I walked along the way, all the plants were still very friendly to me. There was clearly no change!

She looked up at the tall figure of Lin Xuefeng beside her. He had his head lowered, his eyebrows slightly downward, and his face was a mixture of pain and relief as before. It was hard to describe what kind of expression it was, but every time Huaiyu looked at it, her heart would beat, as if someone was holding it tightly.

This feeling was very similar to when I heard Zhou Qian say that he would leave all his inheritance to me and bury him in the Rose Corridor.

She came to Huacheng without knowing anything, and just like Huaiyu had dreamed before, she received a lot of kindness and love, and everyone was so kind to her...

But Zhou Qian is different.

Lin Xuefeng is also different.

Lin Xuefeng, who had woven straw mats for her, chopped firewood, and even cleaned up the house and woven a few small bamboo baskets on rainy nights, had also taught her late at night that when cutting grass, one must remove the roots...

That broken ice sculpture was once her thought placed on the bedside table, and later, after it was broken, it became a dream that she regretted not cherishing.

But now...

How can we save them now?

She sat on the ground, the strong wind and blizzard were all swirling and entwining in the distance, isolating the entire sky and space. It was quiet and peaceful here, as if it had never been disturbed by anyone, and any changes inside would not affect the outside.

But, how to do it?

Huaiyu couldn't help crying.

This emotion seemed to have been suppressed deep in my heart for a long time.

The vague past that I saw in my dream, the grievances and pain that another Huai Yu who was completely different from me had suffered, and the humiliation of Zhou Qian accompanying me to the wilderness but being bullied and teased by Wu Yue...

And after she finally exploded, she was accidentally drifted to this deserted place along the underground river. Even if she saw Lin Xuefeng, whom she had always wanted to save, he had turned into a cold sculpture.

At this moment, she couldn't even find saliva except for Bai Xue, let alone a way to save people. She couldn't even grow any plants with her supernatural power that she was so proud of...

At this moment, Huaiyu finally couldn't hold back his tears and choked up, "What on earth...what on earth should I do...to get you out?"

Big tears slid down her cheeks, then fell into the soft yellow soil and disappeared in an instant. Huaiyu cried and choked, and even the wind she swallowed was dry and cold, scraping her throat as if all the moisture had disappeared.

The moisture...disappeared...

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

She stopped crying, and then looked at the ground quietly. She couldn't help but touch the place where her tears fell, but she found that it was dry and there was no feeling of moisture at all.

Where is the water?

She looked up into the distance. The blizzard was still raging on all sides, but... at such a long distance, in just a moment, why couldn't a drop of water remain in the center? Huaiyu touched the soil again.

No, it's not soil.

This soft, dry thing, which appears in clusters if you look closely... is clearly moss that has turned extremely yellow!

Mosses like a moist and stable environment, and all the moisture here is sucked away, causing them to dry out.

That……

Can moss be induced to grow?!

What's the point of inducing it to be born? Is it to wrap Lin Xuefeng's body to ensure that the ice on his body does not melt, so that it will be more convenient for her to take him away? Huaiyu was instantly surprised: she could collect snow water to moisten these dry mosses. As long as they grow thick enough and enough, will there be any changes here? Is that huge dead tree with strong branches really dead? Or did Lin Xuefeng take away all the water in an instant and turned it into a dead tree? But there must be blood on its branches! When she moves Lin Xuefeng, will it be activated again, or even ignore her skills and attack again? This is not impossible. After all, even the chestnut tree with a good temper in the wasteland would hit her first before giving her a chance.

At this moment, Huai Yu had a lot of thoughts in his mind. He couldn't help but wipe away his tears and quickly wanted to tell Lin Xuefeng who was standing quietly there about his happiness.

"Lin Xuefeng, if I induce the growth of moss later, I wonder if there will be a chance—"

The speech stopped abruptly.

The dark clouds could not reflect the sunlight from the sky to illuminate this monument of ice and snow, but she suddenly remembered another thing -

Lin Xuefeng...why do you want to drain all the water here?

Was it to block the tree, so that there was no chance for any water to remain? But no matter how big the tree was, its roots couldn't possibly spread to a diameter of two or three kilometers, right?

But what you can see is that the quiet place in the center, wrapped in wind and snow, is all covered with yellowish and dry moss.

Why did he cover only this patch of moss? Moss is afraid of cold, and especially cannot live without water, but the center is dry, with no wind or snow, giving it no chance to grow or mutate.

On the outside, there are violent snowstorms, extreme environments, and plants and soil covered with layers of ice and snow... It's just like an isolation zone dug next to a fire.

Do everything possible to change the surrounding area into an environment where moss cannot survive.

Huaiyu looked around and heard his own heartbeat.

She remembered that the two melon seeds had never been grown in an extremely waterless environment, so she was not sure whether there was something wrong with her ability, or it was simply due to lack of water, or there was something in the soil...

But, if it cannot grow without water, why would it suddenly wither and dry up after growing to a certain size? Is it because Lin Xuefeng's ability does not allow water to exist here, or...

She lowered her head and stared at the moss in front of her.

Lin Xuefeng was so strong, but apart from that fatal wound on his body, there were no other wounds on his snow-white uniform.

He was indeed stabbed in the heart by a dead tree, but...

Was there really only that dead tree at that time? Huaiyu slowly withdrew his hand, stood up straight, and then stepped back to the side of the sculpture.

This time, her gaze was directed downward.

Under the long legs wrapped in the uniform, the military boots were tightly tied to the trouser legs. There were still no scars on the snow-white uniform and the black military boots.

But Huai Yu squatted beside his feet and looked at it carefully for a while, and saw a large area of ​​thick moss that was frozen by ice and snow and still had a bright green color, spreading from the heel to the side and back of the calf.

On both legs.

However, the moss was so thick that it was impossible to tell whether there was cloth and boots underneath. However, the fine spreading traces connected all the way to the ground, making the heels of the military boots bright green and dark yellow.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for moss to penetrate such thick military boots.

But Huaiyu thought of the tree full of red persimmons.

Normally speaking, it is impossible for Persimmon to penetrate the various defenses of the garrison.

But when the sticky persimmon pulp gets on people's faces and bodies, it can stick to them so tightly that they can't move.

That……

If it was a normal fight, wouldn't the moss have spread to a place like this with clear edges? (End of this chapter)