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Cough cough, I'll have it changed before two o'clock, refresh this chapter then.
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Across the snowfield, the sled charged forward, six robust sled dogs ran against the wind, their thick fur coated with dry snow, quickly disappearing in the breeze.
The cold incessantly attacked, limbs gradually stiffened, fingers gripping the reins nearly lost sensation, coated in frost.
The two dead deer on the sled seemed to have lost their color, a faint grey-white hue coating them, exhibiting a cold, hard gloss, frozen solid like stone.
Bi Fang's senses were accurate, the Arctic's temperature had plummeted tonight, the cold was extraordinary, he moved his stiff fingers and drew a thermometer from his bosom.
The orange liquid was striking, twenty, ten, zero, minus thirty, forty, fifty...
From his body's internal to the external environment, the column of liquid inside the thermometer underwent a startling elasticity.