The full-level boss crosses the apocalypse and raises cute treasures

Chapter 41
After a good night's sleep, when I woke up, looking out from the thick glass windows on both sides of the submarine was endless snow-white.

The snowflakes are still fluttering.

At the dinner table, Han Yixiao picked up a cup of hot milk and put it in front of Qiao Zixi, and said warmly, "Drink more milk, don't just eat fruits."

Qiao Zixi glanced at the juicy strawberry in her hand, then at the steaming milk, and finally cut the strawberry into cubes and put it in the milk.

Han Yixiao smiled, and then picked up the bowl and started to eat breakfast.

Everyone who had already finished their breakfast looked worried at the heavy snow outside the window.

"Looking at this posture, we can't stop for three days and three nights." Tian Yuanyuan sighed, worrying about the supplies. When she was cooking last night, she found that the supplies were getting less and less.

"At a glance, I didn't even see a rabbit." Even if Lin Jun wanted to replenish supplies, he was powerless. The vast prairie meant that supplies were scarce.

"Wait, Ziyi and I will go explore the road first. Stay here and don't run around, and don't forget the danger just looking at the snow scene." Jian Chengan stretched out his hand and patted Qiao Ziyi.

The latter nodded and said in agreement, "Cheng'an is an ice element, and I am a fire element. In this kind of weather, it is most suitable for me to go scouting with him."

Yu Zhiming thought that he had the ability to strengthen his body, and it was really not suitable for him on the snow. Thinking of this, he wanted to have a matching weapon more and more in his heart, otherwise, he would be dragging his feet in the team all the time, which was really embarrassing.

After the discussion, Qiao Ziyi opened the hatch, and in an instant, a gust of wind howled and rushed in with a burst of snowflakes.

"My God, it's so cold, so cold." Jian Chengan's cold teeth chattered, wearing a thick down jacket seemed to make him feel lonely.

Qiao Ziyi immediately closed the cabin door, and ran to the living room with arms folded, shouting as he ran, "I'm freezing to death! I'm freezing to death!"

Hearing this, Han Yixiao, who had just finished breakfast, came over, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

Jian Chengan said tremblingly, "We met each other one by one, and almost froze to death."

Qiao Ziyi, who ran out wearing a quilt, continued, "The temperature outside suddenly dropped to minus fifty or sixty degrees."

After listening, the others gasped.

Jian Chengan turned around and hugged Qiao Ziyi, and also squeezed into the quilt. After warming up for a while, he said, "If we hadn't reacted quickly, we would have been frozen into ice sculptures as soon as we showed up."

Everyone took another breath.

"What should I do now, I can't get out, I can't go." Lin Jun sighed heavily,

The atmosphere fell into silence for a while.

Qiao Zixi finished eating a bowl of purple grapes that Han Yixiao had peeled, wiped her mouth gracefully, turned around and walked over.

Seeing her coming, Han Yixiao walked over quickly and helped her sit on the sofa.

Qiao Zixi lay lazily on the back of the sofa, admiring the fluttering snowflakes.

After thinking for a long time, there was still nothing to do.

Jian Cheng'an let out a long sigh, beat his chest and said with a stampede, "If I had known that I would encounter such a ghostly weather today, I would have worn a few more clothes. The inner three layers and the outer three layers, it doesn't matter even if I'm wrapped into a bear."

"It was summer when the apocalypse broke out, and the high temperature was [-] to [-] degrees. Are you sure you want to wrap yourself up like a bear?" Lin Jun rolled his eyes at him, and sneered unceremoniously.

"If I had known this, when I came here, I would have brought a few of the company's latest thermostatic clothes." Qiao Ziyi looked regretful. He worked overtime at that time just to make a sales plan for the thermostatic clothes. Qiao Ziyi's heart was bleeding from the few constant temperature clothes still lying on his desk.

(End of this chapter)