An unprecedented challenge lay before him, a mere five minutes so short, yet exceedingly protracted. Li Fei felt that even if he didn't freeze to death, he might still turn into an icicle.
Indeed, the lingering droplets on his skin began to freeze slowly in the cold environment, spreading across his body without stopping. The room temperature continued to drop, well below zero degrees Celsius, probably similar to the inside of a refrigerator.
Before being incarcerated, Li Fei had left the divine bow at the Su Mansion, so Evil God wasn't with him. At this moment, the only person who could help him was himself!
Alas, one can't blame the government for their own misfortunes, nor society for their bad luck, ha!
Li Fei exhaled forcefully, huff! But he discovered that the breath he expelled was a puff of white cold air.
Could it be that he would really freeze to death here?
No, he had to think of a way.
