This joy made Frode's body full of strength again. He trembled his arms and threw the wood beside him into the bonfire. The various chemical coatings on the wood were burned with a pungent smell, which made him a little dizzy. But Frode knew he didn't need to think about "saving it out".

Now he has to rejuvenate himself soon and become warmer.

Perhaps the resurrection of the Ice King will permeate Li Zhen's mind, perhaps the two of them are hiding in the eyes of the tornado, and Froud thought, then maybe there will be a chance to find a chance to escape after the temperature slightly warms up.

He made himself closer to the bonfire, and he had not forgotten to pull the little princess next to him with a blue face.

The heat from the flames quickly penetrated the heavy clothes. He felt that his feet had regained some consciousness, but itchy enough that he had the urge to cut them down and throw them into the fire.

While baking the fire, he looked out the window - no one rushed out of the giant funnel. Without knowing whether it was a psychological effect, he felt that the temperature around him had indeed risen.

Fifteen minutes passed, and he tried to stand up.

Swayed and stopped.

At this time, he found that the "snowflakes" on the ground that were blown by the strong wind were melting rapidly - those were solid carbon dioxide. This meant that it was not his illusion before. The temperature in the city of Murmansk has now risen to at least minus 60 degrees Celsius.

Frode seized the time to stomp his feet and wave his hands to speed up his blood circulation. This made him look like he was dancing, as if he was crazy. Christina must have listened to him very much, so she danced "dance" like him, and the two seemed to be crazy together.

"What are you doing?" a voice suddenly asked.

Froud stopped moving, thinking that there was auditory hallucination. But when he turned his head, he found that Li Zhen was at the door. The howling wind covered the sound of opening the door, and the other party shouted this sentence loudly.

He realized that his plan had just been ruined, but he was not too frustrated - because it was a temporary idea.

Frode shrugged and patted Christina's hand. So the girl stopped obediently and looked at him with admiration.

"I was going to run away-" Froud sighed, "It seems that I can't run away."

Li Zhen closed the door and walked into the room, waved his hand. So the sound of wind in the room stopped, leaving only the choking smell of smoke.

Frode felt a little comfortable - wherever Li Zhen went, everything became warm again. But he only looked at Li Zhen's eyes and didn't say anything. Let Christina stay by his side obediently.

Li Zhen also looked at him intently. He found a chair to sit down.

After a while, he said, "I left in a hurry before and didn't have time to ask - are you responsible for the specific cloning project?"

Li Zhen's voice was calmer - at least it sounded like that. Froud swallowed and hesitated for two seconds and said, "Yes."

He knew what the other party was referring to as a "clone" - for Kitagawa Haraki's cloning.

Li Zhen nodded and waved: "Come here."

Frode was less than two steps away from him. He looked at Christina beside him, took a breath, and said to his little princess: "Go over there and close your eyes and sleep."

Christina was still controlled by his ability, and Li Zhen did not have the right to use it. Therefore, the little girl turned around and walked to the other side of the room without any hesitation, squeezed into the middle of the two iron cabinets, and closed her eyes.

Frode slowly took a step towards Li Zhen and said, "..."

But before he could say anything, he felt confused and then he flew back two meters away in a daze.

The pain was sensed after a few seconds. Froud sat up from the ground and covered his mouth in pain. Li Zhen punched him firmly on his face, feeling that he had at least two of his back teeth were knocked off. His head was still buzzing, his left cheek hurt and hot, and he soon lost consciousness again.

But Froder endured the pain and looked at Li Zhen-he was still sitting on the chair staring at him expressionlessly, and...

It seems to be about to stand up.

So at a moment Frode was in his heart and blurted out one sentence again-

"Hero, please spare me!"

Through his blurred vision, he confirmed that Li Zhen did not stand up. It seemed that he originally planned to get up and walk past him for a moment, but this sentence changed his mind and sat firmly again.

Li Zhen showed a strange look on his face - the kind of state where he wanted to laugh but felt he shouldn't, and wanted to get angry but had nowhere to go, but he still had to be tight.

He looked at the dusty Frode, and after a while he turned his head and spat: "Why are you such a person?"

He himself couldn't tell whether his words were expressed contempt, admiration, surprise or helplessness-

If the person in front of him is not the "first saint" of the Gate of Truth but any gangster on the street, then he will look down on him.

If the person in front of him was the "First Saint" and looked at him coldly with a sense of fearlessness like An Ruosu or Vivian.

But the key is...

This guy seemed to care about his "identity", and his actions made him feel inexplicably intimate and familiar...

This strange contradiction made him not know what to do.

Perhaps it was because... I was hesitating whether to kill them all.

After that happened before.

Froud keenly noticed Li Zhen’s current state, so he sat on the ground and replied vaguely: “Those who know the current affairs are heroes.”

Li Zhen gritted his teeth and looked at him for a while. He squeezed out a cold sentence: "You speak Chinese quite well."

"The following is the eighth Chinese language specialist." Froud replied quickly - this time he spitted out two bloody teeth, and his words became clearer.

Li Zhen still looked at him coldly and stopped talking.

Frode breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He realized that his life was not in danger for the time being.

That's it - he felt that he had gradually figured out how to get along with this person. He realized that the other party was obviously a guy who was soft but not hard and had a slight mental obsession.

If he dresses up as a tough guy, he will obviously make himself happy. But if he doesn't use those clever means or ideas to anger him - this guy named Li Zhen is a person who is very easy to get along with.

Froud sat on the ground and didn't dare to stand up, while Li Zhen stared at him. After a stalemate for five seconds, Froud said sincerely: "I don't want to die, I'm afraid of death."

Li Zhen's mouth twitched.

Frode said again: "Really - you know, the First Saint can be considered a profession... When I didn't have a job, Longinus met me and said I was a talent. Then he told me that he had a job with an annual salary of 30,000 US dollars-"

He realized that Li Zhen seemed not interested in his past. He quickly changed the topic: "Actually, I am just responsible for cloning - in fact, I also strongly opposed this practice...I think..."

"I have heard of you from Yu Qingqing." Li Zhen interrupted him.

Frode shut up and breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that at least he had never abused the little girl before, and the story Vivian told her was made up by himself.

After another two or three seconds, Li Zhen finally sighed: "Do you know someone named Yu Ziqing?"

Frode shook his head cautiously.

"Then you two really should know each other." Li Zhen said.

Frode finally shouted in his heart thoroughly, deeply, and joyfully.

The other party lets him go.

So he tried to stand up and wipe the blood from his mouth clean. Li Zhen did not object. Instead, he looked at him in a daze, but seemed to be thinking about something.

Frode was getting more and more arrogant, so he found a chair to sit far away, resting his hands on his knees, and posing as if he knew everything.

Li Zhen's eyes refocused on Froud's face and said slowly: "It is expected that in an hour, the temperature will rise to around minus forty degrees Celsius. At that time, reinforcements will come in."

"So the next period of time will determine whether you will spend the rest of your life in the Imperial Class A prison."

"I know." Froud's left half of his cheek was already swollen, which made him have a big tongue when he spoke. "You have to ask me something you don't want others to know, maybe you still need me."

Li Zhen smiled coldly: "It seems that you are already prepared. Then I asked-what do you have any plans?"

In Li Zhen's opinion, this raid was too smooth - although others might not think so. He felt that the Gate of Truth should not be so fragile, and this victory was too easy. After all, this was a huge organization. Even though it had suffered a heavy blow five years ago, even if there were various sudden factors mixed in this time, they should not be so weak.

But this time, Frode did not answer immediately.

He looked at Li Zhen, then looked at Christina. After a while, he whispered: "It's true... there is a follow-up plan. We call it a plan."

"Actually, we knew we couldn't keep here - since we knew you didn't really die. So we started to prepare for both hands five years ago, haha, let's prepare for the future..."

"But it's not a big deal, you should know it-" he shrugged again and said easily, "I know that Wang Meng has escaped from your place, that is, the plans related to them - we have created some new humans, and this is the real 'voting'. The original plan was that once the experiment of the 'voting' achieved the final results, we will all transform into that form - strong, smart, long-lived, and in this way we will slowly replace the old humans in this world..."

"I'll ask you one last time, what are your plans?" Li Zhen interrupted him, his voice getting colder.
Chapter completed!