After the destruction of Snow City, all the originally tall city walls were demolished. Not only were the many city slaves and the people in the Snow City Lord's Mansion dispersed everywhere with their spiritual power, but many people of Ji and spiritual practitioners were destroyed and driven away from Snow City.

Snow City no longer exists. Today, Snow Town is just a refugee for some people from the former Northern Ice Kingdom. They lived in this way with the houses in Snow City that have not been completely destroyed.

Today, Xue Town is short of food and has little resources. There are even people who freeze to death every day.

Ling Xiaotian's spiritual power cannot help the people fill their stomachs in the wind and snow, but he can help the people repair their houses and rebuild their homes with his tall figure and strong body.

Everyone is a refugee who is forced to go north. As long as someone helps, they will be grateful.

It took Ling Xiaotian less than a year to become the most popular person in Xue Town.

Everyone knows this young man who is tall, beautiful, always has a cold face, but never refuses anyone to ask for help, and is deeply grateful to him.

Feng Ming saw Ling Xiaotian in such a situation.

What followed him was also a batch of supplies sent by Daqin.

The people were obviously wearing cotton clothes that were so worn that they had leaked air, but they still chose the best set from the supplies and sent them to Ling Xiaotian first.

"Child, it's cold. We have clothes, this is yours, you can't freeze." The person who brought the clothes was an old man with a gray beard, leaning on a crutch, but there was a slight fluctuation of spiritual energy on his body. He was obviously a low-level spiritual practitioner.

It is also the old man who speaks a little in the snow town.

Ling Xiaotian took the clothes and nodded. The old man looked at Feng Ming, who was standing beside Ling Xiaotian and wearing thin clothes: "Young man, don't rely on your health. If you are a spiritual practitioner, just don't take your body seriously. Then there are cotton clothes, please follow me to get a set."

Feng Ming looked at the old man's clothes and took out a fox fur and cloak to put it on the old man, but was rejected.

"Your clothes are expensive, and I can't wear such good clothes. Since you have clothes, I won't care about you. Talk to you, and you chat. Xiaotian, remember to have dinner with everyone tonight, don't forget."

Before leaving, the old man also gave a message.

"good."

Ling Xiaotian responded with a cold face, but Feng Ming was surprised enough. He turned his head and looked at Ling Xiaotian for a long time, as if he was carefully identifying whether Ling Xiaotian in front of him was the person he knew.

Ling Xiaotian didn't care about Feng Ming's intention, but just held the cotton jacket, turned around and walked into the dilapidated room.

Feng Ming followed closely behind.

Ling Xiaotian entered the room, immediately took off his old and torn cotton jacket, changed into new clothes, and turned to see Feng Ming sitting aside and looking at everything in his room.

"I said, Qin Mufeng and Feng Zhao, I always want to see one. It's useless for you to guard me here."

Feng Ming nodded: "I have sent your meaning back to the valley, and there should be news soon."

Ling Xiaotian sorted out his empty cuffs of his right hand, picked up a shovel, and ignored Feng Ming, and went out to shovel the snow in the yard.

In the far north, snow falls all year round, and shoveling snow is a must-do thing for every household every day.

Although Ling Xiaotian had only his left hand, his movements were neat and straightforward, and he made a bunch of snow shovels in the yard one by one.

Although it is a yard, there are only half of the broken walls and crumbling wooden doors outside, which actually have no blocking effect.

After shoveling the snow, Ling Xiaofeng began to light the fire and boil the water. He squatted beside the stove, staring at the firewood in the stove motionless, as if he was a wood carving.

Feng Ming thought about it, but still walked out, wrapping his hands around the door.

"To be honest, I can't figure out why they chose you."

"They?" Ling Xiaotian threw a dry firewood into a stove made of just a few stones: "Qin Mufeng, Feng Zhao, and Feng Qing?"

How many months after he was born, he naturally knew who had the final say in the Dragon Continent.

Ling Xiaotian's pride comes from his bones. Even if Feng Qing is the strongest among the three people he mentioned, Ling Xiaotian never regarded Feng Qing as an opponent.

Because the other party is a woman.

Ling Xiaotian admitted Feng Qing's strength, but he never thought of talking to Feng Qing directly.

In his eyes, Qin Mufeng is the most suitable person.

As for the things that happened back then, they were already finished in the Haotian Tower, and he never cared about it. In Ling Xiaotian's eyes, nothing is more important than cultivation, especially these things that can be solved by fighting.

As for the destruction of Nanling.

The flames in the fire were reflected in Ling Xiaotian's eyes.

"Yes." Feng Ming said: "You are indeed powerful, but I don't think you can be competent for the priming leader."

Feng Ming and Ling Xiaotian are both straightforward and will not turn around at all. If you have any questions in your heart, you will ask in person.

"But they all think I will agree and can do it well." Ling Xiaotian grabbed a handful of snow and threw it into the fire, extinguished the fire, picked up the kettle and walked into the house, poured himself a bowl, and slowly started drinking it.

Feng Ming reached out to pick up the kettle, looked around, but couldn't find a bowl to pour water for himself, so he gave up.

"I'm not good at using these roundabout thinking. I'll do whatever they say. Second brother and Xiaowu are the smartest. Since they chose you, it must make sense."

"You are so happy." Ling Xiaotian raised his eyes and looked at Feng Ming.

Feng Ming, who was in the Haotian Tower before, was very similar to him. He had a stubborn personality and was stubborn and did not turn back easily. Although the two of them suffered a lot in the Haotian Tower, they were all their choices and they were willing to do so. After so many years, Feng Ming was still the Feng Ming that he used to have no change in his mind.

However, Ling Xiaotian is no longer the Ling Xiaotian he used to be.

Being able to maintain one's character all the time means that Feng Ming has been doing well over the years. What is this not happiness?

Feng Ming frowned and looked at Ling Xiaotian. Although he did not understand the profound meaning of Ling Xiaotian's words, he saw that Ling Xiaotian was different.

"You have changed."

It became completely impossible for him to see through, and this feeling was a bit like seeing the second brother and Qin Mufeng.

Ling Xiaotian slowly drank the hot water, and as the movements of distributing supplies outside became less and less, he put down the bowl.

"If you want to stay for dinner, you have to work. Can you chop firewood?"

Ling Xiaotian stood up and walked out.

Feng Ming frowned and had no choice but to follow.

It was not until Ling Xiaotian led to a group of people that Feng Ming heard Ling Xiaotian’s cold face introduce to everyone: “I have to worry about having more people to eat tonight, and he can help chop firewood and change food.”

So, Feng Ming was led by a lame man to a pile of firewood like a mountain.

"This is the firewood that comes with the supplies of Daqin today. You must be careful to deal with it and don't ruin it. Our firewood is life."

Feng Ming frowned.

Why did he have to have supper?
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