The wind and snow stopped in the middle of the night, but what followed was a sharp drop in temperature.
Without the power supply, the entire villa was like a huge ice cellar.
The fire in the fireplace had long been extinguished, leaving only a few pieces of blackened charcoal still showing a hint of dark red.
Reggie wrapped himself up like a giant silkworm chrysalis, half of his body even squeezed onto the floor of Tommy, and held on to Tommy's cashmere quilt without letting go.
Tommy was so cold that his teeth chattered. He relied on his survival instinct in his sleep and used Telekinesis to pull the quilt back bit by bit.
Buddy is more miserable.
Although this huge Golden Retriever had thick fur, it could not withstand the low temperature of more than ten degrees below zero. It shrank itself into a ball of hair. As a result, Reggie turned over and one of its legs was directly pressed on its head.
Buddy let out a suffocating grunt in his throat, opened his mouth unceremoniously, bit Reggie's sock, and forcibly moved the foot that occupied the ground away.
Lynn When I opened my eyes, it was already dawn.
It was sunlight reflected from the snow, and it was so white that it was dazzling.
He exhaled a white breath and felt his hands and feet were cold.
This blizzard, which only happens once in ten years, was really powerful, turning their Manor completely into an isolated white island.
He gently lifted the quilt, took the thick coat that was lying on the sofa, put it on, and prepared to relight the fire.
No matter what, we can't let these little guys wake up without even a mouthful of hot soup.
However, as soon as Lynn reached the fireplace, his movements stopped.
John is already awake.
The blond boy was only wearing a thin gray sweatshirt and was squatting in front of the fireplace.
He held a few pieces of thoroughly dry oak firewood brought in from Backyard in his hand, and carefully placed them on the embers left last night.
Hearing Lynn's footsteps, John turned around. Azure's eyes reflected the dazzling snow light outside, which looked particularly clear.
"Lynn, you're awake."
John lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of waking up the group of guys who were still snoring on the carpet.
Lynn walked over and was about to say that the matches were in the cabinet, but found a plume of smoke suddenly coming out of the fireplace.
Immediately afterwards, a cluster of flames burst out from under the firewood very naturally and quickly ignited the surrounding kindling materials.
Lynn raised his eyebrows.
"Go get the iron pot and oats."
Lynn pulled a cushion and sat next to the fire, raising his chin towards the kitchen, "There is no electricity, so we can only eat old-fashioned hanging pot porridge this morning."
John The corners of his mouth immediately raised, he nodded vigorously, turned around and walked briskly towards the kitchen.
With the fire, the temperature in the living room began to slowly rise.
An iron pot was placed in the fireplace, oats, chopped apples and a few tablespoons of honey were tumbling in the boiling water, and the rich sweet aroma spread along the heat.
This feeling of being suddenly enveloped by the aroma of warm food in a cold world has a fatal soothing power.
Reggie sniffed and before opening his eyes, he was already sitting up following the smell.
With his messy hair on his head, he approached the fireplace as if sleepwalking.
"It smells so good...Lynn Director, do you have barbecue steak? I feel like I can eat a whole cow now."
"If you can't even use the oven, how can you get a barbecue steak?"
Lynn stirred the iron pot with a long-handled wooden spoon, "After finishing the oatmeal, everyone get out of here and work. The snow outside has already buried the doorstep."
Ten minutes later, everyone was sitting around the fire, holding steaming oatmeal porridge in their hands.
Tommy looked at the black screen TV and stuffed a big mouthful of diced apple into his mouth with grief and anger.
"A world without electricity is simply a regression of human civilization. My game saves and my new cassettes were all buried by the snow."
"Mages are fragile."
Reggie drank the porridge in big gulps, even if it was hot and breathless, he said, "It would be great to go out and shovel the snow. I can run out of the yard and into a highway in one minute."
"Shut up and eat slowly."
Lynn knocked on the side of Reggie's bowl, "No one is allowed to be lazy today Superpower, Reggie, especially you. If you dare to run around in the snow and make the snow fly all over the sky, you won't have to eat the stew at noon today."
After breakfast, everyone opened the back door fully armed.
A biting cold wind blew in the face, carrying ice particles.
The sight in front of them made everyone take a breath.
The originally spacious Lawn completely disappeared, replaced by a undulating white desert, with the deepest snow even reaching an adult's thighs.
But in this vast white snow, there is a straight path, so clean that you can almost see the concrete floor, extending from the back door to the storage room and garage.
Black Noir was wearing that iconic black suit and holding a shovel in his hand, just like a tireless precision bulldozer, clearing the way ahead with extremely terrifying efficiency.
"This is simply not a human job."
Tommy held a large snow shovel that was taller than him, looked at the wall of snow in front of him, and sighed in despair.
But he still put on his gloves honestly and started digging with shovel after shovel.
Lei Gibbon came here wanting to be lazy, but as soon as he looked around, he felt a sudden chill on the back of his neck.
A snowball accurately hit his collar, and the cold snow slid down his back, making him jump with a cry from the cold.
"Annie! You actually carried out a sneak attack!"
Reggie angrily grabbed a handful of snow and threw it back.
Annie smiled and hid behind Kevin, who was still holding the goldfish Charlie in the incubator.
"Charlie said you deserved it. Who asked you to snatch the mat next to its water tank just now?"
Kevin translated the bubbles spit out by Goldfish seriously.
What was supposed to be a boring job of shoveling snow suddenly turned into a hectic melee in the snow.
John did not join them.
He was standing on the balcony on the second floor, holding a long wooden stick in his hand, and was carefully tapping the icicles under the eaves that were half a meter long and looked like sharp knives.
The icicle broke and crashed into the snowdrift downstairs, making a crisp cracking sound.
He struck very gently, fearing that he would tear down the eaves with too much force.
After finishing this period of cleaning, John put down the wooden stick and placed his hands on the balcony railing.
The cold air was sucked into his lungs, making his brain extremely clear.
He looked past Long Island Estate's Iron Gate, which was mostly covered in snow, and looked at the road in the distance.
The road was blocked by snow. Vought International people couldn't get in, and they couldn't get out.
What are the Manhattan, dozens of kilometers away, the man named Edgar, the woman named Stormfront, and the children on the 40th floor underground who are jealous of him in the dark doing now?
Hey, why does he have to think about so many things?
He is obviously just a nine-year-old child, so why is he adding so many worries to himself?
John took a deep breath, grinned, and suddenly shouted downstairs.
"Reggie, Tommy just said that your speed is not even comparable to that of a slow bastard. He can hit you with his eyes closed!"
Reggie did not refute, pointing at Tommy and provoking. "You can't run away from me, do you believe it?"