Wen Zuo had only glanced at it twice and hadn't even had a chance to comment when he noticed that the inexplicably appearing red dot was moving at a speed visible to the naked eye. Judging from its movement, its target should be one of the oases in that direction.
Mo Shuwan's expression became incredibly complicated. "It must be those monsters. Their speed... is really fast."
Seeing the speed at which the red dot moved, Yang Zhou and the others had incredibly complicated expressions. "I hope they stay in that oasis and don't come out!"
Yes, just as they were saying those words, the red dot reached the oasis and stopped there.
"Let's ignore them for now. We're running low on water and food. We need to get to the oasis as quickly as possible. As for those monsters... we'll deal with them later."
Because of the monsters' terrifying speed, Mo Shuwan didn't put away the map this time. While traveling, she would take it out from time to time to check the monsters' location. Fortunately, the monsters seemed to really be heading to that oasis to settle down. After they stopped, they didn't move for several hours.
In the past few hours, Mo Shuwan and his group have only been halfway to the oasis. If they continue their journey without stopping, they should be able to reach the oasis by noon tomorrow.
Of course... that's absolutely impossible.
At midnight, the temperature, which had been normal, suddenly dropped to an extremely terrifying freezing point. They had to stop, huddle together, clinging to their hope and the stratosphere, shivering from the cold.
"Damn it, what kind of weather is this! Can't it be normal for once?!"
The desert they were in, created by the game, had nothing but sand before they reached the oasis. There was no way to start a fire, and they had already experienced the temperature at the bottom of the sand—so cold that it could freeze their blood in a very short time.
So at this moment, they really had no other choice but to endure the cold up there.
Yang Zhou, shivering, squeezed next to Chen Jiaxu, said, "It would be even worse if it were normal. At least the daytime temperature is normal now."
Chen Jiaxu said with a mournful face, "I wasn't talking about the normal temperature in the desert."
The sand beneath her was bone-chillingly cold. Mo Shuwan withdrew her stiff fingers and took out a fire-attribute longsword from her storage space. "I'll try to raise the temperature of the sand later. If I can, I'll rest here tonight."
After saying that, he put his hand under Hope's belly. Once his fingers were fully free to move, he stood up, gripping the fire-attribute longsword, and shakily swung it fiercely at the sand on the ground.
A few minutes later, Mo Shuwan stopped and turned to look at Wen Zuo, who was testing the temperature with her hand. "How is it?"
Wen Zuo nodded in surprise.
"That's good." Mo Shuwan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly started wielding her fire-attribute longsword again. She worked for more than ten minutes and felt that even the surrounding air had warmed up before she stopped and sat down next to Wen Zuo.
Wen Zuo unzipped his jacket, pulled Mo Shuwan into his arms, and tucked her icy hands into his shirt to warm them against his skin.
Mo Shuwan was startled and was about to pull her hand away when she saw Wen Zuo slap her hard, like a fish thrown onto the shore, probably because her hand was frozen.
"puff."
Wen Zuo glanced awkwardly at Mo Shuwan, who was laughing, and then, after placing his hope in her arms, he quickly bent down and scooped up the warm sand to cover Mo Shuwan's feet.
Held protectively in Wen Zuo's arms, her hands touching his warm skin, Hope lying on her lap, her feet covered in warm sand—it's no exaggeration to say that Mo Shuwan was enveloped in warmth from all directions. She was reluctant to pull her hands away and whispered, "Aren't you cold?"
Wen Zuo: It's alright.
Upon seeing those two words, Mo Shuwan blinked, deliberately turned her hand over, and placed the still icy-cold back of her hand on Wen Zuo's stomach, feeling his muscles tense up instantly. She then lowered her head and laughed.
"Single people have been hit with a critical strike of 10,000 points."
Yang Zhou turned to look at Chen Jiaxu and saw his envious expression. He couldn't help but whisper his opinion, "The captain and Wen Zuo have been together since the beginning. They had no choice but to get on the bus. But you are different. You came to the bus alone. Don't even think about it. You can't even protect yourself, how can you protect your girlfriend?"
"...Can't I even fantasize a little?"
Although Yang Zhou deliberately kept his voice very low, the others were sitting very close together because it was too cold. Mo Shuwan, who was laughing, stopped laughing and turned to look at Yang Zhou and Chen Jiaxu.
Yang Zhou, unaware of her gaze, was whispering, "Keep dreaming until you're sure you're strong enough."
Chen Jiaxu pouted in frustration and looked at Liu Dongcheng, who was sitting next to him with an indifferent expression, "What about you? Do you have a girlfriend?"
"I've got it."
"...I thought you wouldn't talk to me."
Liu Dongcheng glanced at Chen Jiaxu, but ignored him as he had hoped.
Mo Shuwan looked away, glanced down at her hand still tucked inside Wen Zuo's clothes, and then looked up.
Hmm... this pose... is indeed a bit ambiguous.
Wen Zuo also looked down at Mo Shuwan. This time, he unusually did not avoid her gaze. After exchanging a few glances with her, he withdrew his hand from her shoulder and looked down to open his phone.
Without Wen Zuo's arm draped over her shoulder, Mo Shuwan inevitably felt a chill. She looked down at Wen Zuo's slender fingers as he typed and found her heart suddenly pounding.
Because she was leaning against Wen Zuo's chest, she could feel his heart pounding wildly.
For some reason, Mo Shuwan felt a flush on her face. She stepped back from Wen Zuo's embrace and stared nervously at his fingers as he typed. Although she couldn't see what he was typing, seeing him frequently pressing the delete key made her nervousness subside.
Frustrated, Wen Zuo deleted the misspelled pinyin and slowed down even more, finally managing to type out four words, albeit haltingly.
Ding-dong—
Wen Zuo: I like you.
Mo Shuwan instantly felt a wave of heat wash over her, burning her from head to toe. She stared at the four words that had taken Wen Zuo at least three minutes to write—no, four words followed by a period!
Four words followed by a period!
Wen Zuo actually took more than three minutes?!
He only typed four words and a period, yet it took him a full three minutes!
Mo Shuwan's mind was completely occupied with this single thought, so bizarre that even she couldn't believe it.
Wen Zuo, who was nervously standing next to Mo Shuwan and dared not look at her, hesitated for a moment before reaching out and holding Mo Shuwan's hand. He originally wanted to put her hand inside his clothes, but found that her hand was actually a little hot, so he reluctantly let go of her hand, but the next moment Mo Shuwan grabbed his hand back.
Wen Zuo: !!!
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