Chapter 1663: Small Temple by the River (2)

Juhua squatted down opposite him and put aside the firewood she had picked up, saving it for later when the firewood was insufficient.

Mo Zili said in a muffled voice: "There is no flint!"

Hearing this, Juhua's expression suddenly shattered. She had been shivering with cold for a long time, and her lips were blue and purple. She had been struggling all the way here, hoping to have a warm fire to warm her frozen body. When she heard that there was no way to make a fire, the fire of hope in her heart was also extinguished in an instant, and her whole heart was cold, even colder than the wet and cold clothes attached to her body.

She was a simple woman, and her joys, anger, sorrows and joys were all written on her little face. When she learned that there was no fire, she pursed her lips tightly and was about to cry.

Mo Zili almost laughed when he saw her like this. He held back his laughter and said, "You can still start a fire without flint, but it's just a little more troublesome."

"Ah? Really?"

Juhua opened her red eyes and said seriously, "You didn't lie to me?"

Mo Zili smiled lightly, without saying anything. He just chose a larger piece of dry wood, cut a dry branch with a short knife, sharpened one end of the branch, stood the branch on the dry wood, and rubbed the branch to turn it.

After a while, white smoke came out from the tip of the branch. Mo Zili increased the speed and turned it for a while, and the branch actually caught fire.

"Wow! This works? You are so amazing!"

Juhua looked at the branch in Mo Zili's hand with surprise and admiration for Mo Zili.

The fire was lit, and the crackling sound of burning sounded like beautiful notes in the small temple. Mo Zili stood up and said, "I'll go find something to eat. It will take about half an hour. You can use this time to take off all your clothes and dry them as soon as possible. Girls are delicate. Wearing wet clothes for a long time will make you sick."

"But... your clothes are still wet... Why not wait until they are dry..."

Before Juhua finished speaking, Mo Zili had already left without looking back. Juhua wanted to keep him and chased him to the temple gate, but was hit back by a gust of cold wind. She shuddered and hugged her shoulders: "It's so cold!"

At this time, it was already evening outside and the weather was getting colder. This man went out wet like this. Wasn't he afraid of the cold?

As she was thinking, she suddenly noticed that the fire was a little small. She was afraid of wasting firewood, so she quickly closed the door, ran to the altar, wiped the altar with a towel, moved the altar to the fire, took off her clothes, and put them on the altar to dry.

The raging fire soon warmed up the small temple, and Juhua's body also warmed up. She stared at the fire intently, stirring the dry wood from time to time to ensure that the flames would ignite as soon as possible.

Her life was saved, and there was a pile of hot fire to roast. At this moment, she really felt so happy.

In fact, happiness is very simple. For a person struggling on the line between life and death, being alive is happiness; for a person who is about to freeze, having a pile of fire to roast is happiness. Now, Juhua's happiness is simply overwhelming. She is still alive, and she can roast by the fire. After tonight, she can see her parents again. Life is so beautiful!

However, at this time, Mo Zili outside is not so happy.

He was injured and lost a lot of blood. His physical strength was overdrawn a lot when he saved Juhua, so his physical strength naturally decreased a lot. At this moment, he was almost frozen and had no feeling at all.

He stood by the river, holding a sharpened branch, watching the turbulent river water intently. When a fish swam by, he quickly stuck the branch down, and the fish was caught by him.