I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

The background music was long and the female voice was singing in the distance.

Fulilian bent down and reached out to pick up the suitcase.

Hugh Tark and Ferren checked their belongings.

Fulilian turned around and looked at Zain who was walking out of the village. The stubborn old woman in the distance watched the four of them leave.

The music was a bit nostalgic and sad.

Zain had a calm look and his steps were a bit heavy.

Seeing Zain's appearance, it seemed that something was wrong. Fulilian blinked, "Do you know where the gorilla went?"

Zain walked over and looked at Fulilian and the other two.

"Tuya..."

On the map.

Tuya's location was to the north of their destination, east of Visast.

"A commercial city in the middle of the northern countries."

Fulilian seemed to know that place, "It's far east from here."

"It's in the opposite direction of Visast."

[I see, no wonder Zain looked so unhappy. ]

[We're going to say goodbye. 】

Zain's face was gloomy, and he said, "Yeah."

Shuttark and Fearon understood.

They were going to separate.

Zain looked embarrassed, "What should I do..."

The screen turned black.

Subtitles appeared.

- Episode 17, take care of yourself.

Zain's voice came.

Suddenly.

A hesitant voice came from the audience.

- "Ah, Zain already knows the location of his friend, so next, they are going to separate."

- "To be honest, I quite like Zain's personality, and he is leaving just like that.

- "No feast will last forever, and we will always separate. Didn't I say that at the beginning?"

On the screen.

The photo box pendant, a photo of Zain and his friend the gorilla, appeared in front of him.

"This is the purpose of my trip." Zain's voice appeared.

"Meet up with my best friend who set out on the trip ten years ago. "

Zain sat on a rock at the entrance of the village.

Phelan and Fulilian, both stood in front of Zain.

Shuttark came over from the direction of the village.

"Fulilian... I set out to catch up with the gorilla..." Zain sat on a rock, lowering his eyes to look at the ground.

Fulilian turned her back to the setting sun and smiled, "I understand."

Phelan turned his head.

"It's almost dark now."

"It won't be too late to draw a conclusion tomorrow, right?"

Shuttark came over, "The villagers said they could lend us a small house."

"Let us use it as we please."

"Thank you." "Flillian thanked him.

Zain sighed and put the matter aside for the time being.

It was already dark.

Zain held the firewood and prepared things with Philen.

In the room.

Flillian sat in front of the fireplace, with a white blanket covering her legs and a magic book in her hand.

Beside her.

Hugh Tark used needle and thread to patch up the hole in his red coat.

'Creaky' the sound of the door opening.

"The firewood is here." Zain held the firewood in one hand and opened the door with the other.

Philen behind him closed his eyes, holding a bag in his arms, and his whole body trembled slightly with the movement.

"I bought the ingredients for dinner."

Put the things down.

"My hands are so cold..." Philen stretched out his hands miserably, and in front of Fulillian, he was so cold that he couldn't speak clearly.

"After all, the weather is already very cold. "Flillian stood in front of her and reached out to touch Philen's hand.

Really...

"So cold, maybe it's a new record."

Flillian felt the temperature of Philen's hands.

Philen was shivering and panting from the cold.

[Fei Lun's mouth was frozen, so cold...]

Xiu Tark turned his head and saw Philen shivering from the cold.

"Let me try."

Xiu Tark walked over and pinched Philen's hands.

"Really, so cold..."

Xiu Tark also felt that Philen's hands were as cold as an ice cellar.

"Right. "Flillian said.

[Good guy, are they so close that they can just touch each other?]

[I knock, I knock, I knock, knock.]

"Oh..." Hugh Tark felt Fearon's cold hand and made a sound of realization.

Fearon saw this and turned his eyes to Hugh Tark's face.

The next second,

he put his hand directly on Hugh Tark's face.

'Ah~!' Hugh Tark was startled by the cold.

"=o= Stop it!" Hugh Tark quickly begged for mercy.

[How cute these two are.]

[Laughing like an auntie, ahahaha.]

[They get along like family, I feel so relieved...]

"It's a new record, right?" Flillian was still making a noise.

"So stunned."Hugh Tark's face was also numb from the cold.

In front of the fireplace.

Zain added firewood and listened to the laughter and playfulness behind him.

"Really."

Zain also laughed, feeling helpless.

After dinner.

The chimney of the house continued to emit black smoke from the burning firewood.

White snowflakes gradually fell from the night sky.

Like the shape of goose feathers.

"It's snowing." Philen stood in front of the window and looked at the sky with Fulilian.

"Will we have to stay here for the winter again?" Philen couldn't help but speak.

Fulilian also looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky, "We don't have to cross the steep mountains this time."

"It doesn't matter as long as there is no blizzard. "

Flillian knew that Philen was tired of being tripped up by small things on the road.

[Hey, as long as there is no blizzard?]

[Blizzard: Got it!!]

One night passed.

The next day.

Flillian's eyes were full of despair.

Beside her ears.

The sound of the wind whistling continued.

Even Fulillian's hair was dancing wildly, hitting her face back and forth.

In front of the house.

Shuttark and Philen stood in place, their clothes fluttering with the snow.

Flillian and Philen's hair also fluttered with the wind and snow.

"It's blowing." Philen said.

Zain crossed his arms, as if his clothes were not enough for the winter.

"It's blowing..."

"It's blowing..." Shuttark replied weakly.

In front of him, the villagers held up their sleeves with both hands, "The cold wave in this area will last for about a month. "

The village chief stood in front of them and warned: "It's best not to go far away."

[The highest realm of a magician---words come true.]

[Old woman, you are really good at talking (doge).]

[What is a prophecy (tactical retreat)]

[Very spiritual language.]

"It doesn't matter if you stay in the hut for a while." The village chief said to the four people.

After speaking, the village chief turned and walked towards his home.

"What should I do, Zain?" Fulilian said, "Are you leaving?"

"Is it necessary to ask?" Zain crossed his arms.

"Until the cold wave passes, there is no way to move." Fulilian watched the village chief.

"That's it." Zain responded.

[Fufu: Just what I want.]

"But fortunately, there are taverns and grocery stores in the village." Fulilian looked at the back of the village chief who had not walked far away, "The hut is also quite spacious. "

"It's much better than the mountain hut we lived in before."

This village chief is a good man.

Zain turned around and looked at the house they lived in.

"What's more." Fulilian smiled, "There is a magic shop opened by a mysterious old man in this village."