Half an hour later, Nan Yu was shaking so bad from the cold that she had a hard time removing all the Silver Needles from the three lions.
As soon as she finished, she could not stand it anymore; she collapsed onto the ground and tried to curl up to retain her body heat.
But it was useless; she was losing heat too fast—she felt as though she was in a giant ice cellar, beginning to lose the capability to perceive the outside world.
Her lips trembling and turning purple, she looked at the three lions.
"You're all fine now, hurry up and go," she said.
The Lion King, slowly regaining consciousness, no longer had the fierceness in its eyes. It turned its head, looking blankly at Nan Yu.
As if it could feel her chilling body, it tentatively stretched out its paw and placed it on her arm.
Nan Yu felt a warm surge, stunned for a moment, and with difficulty, she looked up, meeting the Lion King's obsidian-like black eyes.
She joked weakly, "Are you trying to keep me warm?"
