He shivered and lit the fire, and there was thin ice on Fang Chen's eyebrows. He reached out to bake the fire for a while before he breathed a sigh of relief.

Sun Shi and the others took off their clothes and stood there and fisted. When Fang Chen raised the fire, the others lay down and shrank into a ball to surround the fire.

Because the temperature dropped too hard, Jin Fan did not dare to stop. He took the flint from Fang Chen's hand and gave birth to three more piles. Fang Chen kept slapping the clothes lit by the fire while burning the fire.

At the same time, shouting, keeping them away from the fire.

But at most, Sun Shi and his friends refused to tremble, and none of them dared to retreat.

This air conditioner is more domineering than the fire tide, almost like a battle. Once the fire tide retreats, it counterattacks.

The speed is so fast that the ground has not even faded from the residual heat of the fire tide.

However, this residual warmth gradually disappeared in the cold air that kept floating on the river.

The ground was cold, and Sun Shi tried hard to shrink himself into a ball, but he still felt the coldness coming from behind.

He unconsciously shrank forward again.

Until a familiar burning pain came from his knees, Fang Chen reached out and pulled him back.

He opened his eyes and saw that his pants were getting stuck and he was stiff and he went to pat him.

But as he was filming, he was reluctant to take pictures, it was so warm.

Until Jin Fan slapped him on the back of the head and scolded, "You fool, don't have any chance!"

He paniced and patted the flames that had already burned to his thighs.

Only when the three piles of fire burned, did he feel the cold air on his body slowly being baked out.

Sit up from the ground, lowered his head and lay on his knees, covered his hands on his face and remained silent for a while, before punching the ground hard. Wouldn't you really leave them a way out?

The others were infected by Sun Shi's emotions, and the cold voice in their mouths unconsciously lowered.

Even Fang Chendong couldn't help but look up at the cold and lonely moon in the sky and thought, can they really survive?

But as soon as the idea arose, Jin Fan patted his shoulder.

Jin Fan didn't say anything about chicken soup, but only said, "Survival of the fittest."

Fang Chen was stunned, and then a trace of fire came out from the ashes in his heart. Yes, the survival of the fittest is the short-lived prosperous world in front of him that blinded his eyes. The vast five thousand years are just relative to the century of life. Compared with the long steps of this planet, it does not even have a trace of contemplation for a longer time.

Whether it is now or the past, survival is the ultimate goal for which we keep struggling and striving.

We are constantly adjusting ourselves to adapt to or even "conquer" the environment, and the environment is constantly adjusting ourselves. But in this short journey, it seems that humans are at a disadvantage.

But it was just a short journey. Although survival was much more difficult than before, it was not yet at the point where there was no life without death, right?

Survival of the fittest, so is he the weak who is eliminated by the environment?

No, he doesn't admit it.

The flames in my heart were like the fierce fire tide in the sun, sweeping across my chest in a blink of an eye. Fang Chen couldn't help but stand up.

And few of those who can persist until now are fragile. A brief depression is like a bunch of stumbling on the journey of life. You may be able to pass by just raising your feet, or you may be struggling to get you a lot of trouble.

But it won't make you unable to get up, and it will even make you stride more with your head held high and your steps are tougher and more powerful.
Chapter completed!