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Rue Xiang had been frozen by the extreme cold aura on Feng Xingying's body and lost consciousness, but she still held Feng Xingying to death.

Even if her temperature is limited, she has to do her best to live and die with her young lady.

Feng Xingying's consciousness also began to blur.

She didn't expect to die in this anthill.

If she had given up Rue from the beginning, she might have walked out of the anthill by this time.

But Feng Xingying does not regret it, people must always be a little persistent in life.

Rue Xiang jumped into the anthill for her, and she sealed the star shadow and would not leave her alone.

Even if the end result is two people dying together.

Her consciousness grew more and more blurred.

Time, for her, is also a kind of torture.

But she didn't want to give up the last, if perhaps non-existent, hope.

Until the last minute, never give up.

This is her code of conduct for sealing the star shadow.

Cold lips, feeling a slight warmth.

It's like a ray of sunshine finally rising on the vast ice field after a long dark night, bringing back a trace of warmth to her frozen heart.

She wanted more.

That warmth is her biggest attachment at the moment.

Her frozen lips were slowly ignited little by little. Her soul also entered a subtle sense of self-indulgence.

She knew that someone was kissing her, and the familiar touch and breath made her immediately think of his name-Qin Molin.

But she didn't want to resist.

Having experienced the biting cold, she needed warmth too much.

If you will die in the next moment, what do you want those damn reserved people to do?

He expertly pried open her cold lips and teeth and curled them towards hers, which were equally cold.

With every contact, he would be stabbed by her coldness, but he refused to give up.

God knows how he felt when he saw her frozen into an ice sculpture with no breath, and his anger burned throughout the anthill.

Those rampant demon ants had already been crushed into powder under Qin Molin's powerful offensive.

His anger was so strong that he wanted to burn up the entire anthill.

But in the face of the shadow of the stars that turned into ice sculptures, he seemed cautious again.

She was too fragile at the moment, and his fire would only melt her whole into pieces.

He wanted her to live, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

Originally, his world was cold, he was the lord of the Heavenly Pavilion who was high above, and he was the cold king who rejected people thousands of miles away.

Such days are a little boring, but they will not be difficult to accept.

But ever since he discovered her, he discovered the only kind of his soul in his heart, and his heart lake had begun to fluctuate.

If she died, it would be too painful for him to return to that cold world.

He wanted her to live.

In the face of Feng Xingying's state in this state, his palms were sweating beads in a hurry, like a young boy, carefully and little by little, he tried to use his lips and teeth to slowly melt the ice on Feng Xingying's lips.

"Feng Xingying, did you hear it, you are not allowed to die!"

He declared, domineeringly:

"If you die, I will kill your maid, I will kill all the people in Ningzhou City, and I will turn your Dali Kingdom into ruins.

Did you hear that? I won't let you die!"

She heard it.

She really wanted to reply to him: "What if you kill all the people in the world? I am dead, what does the people of the world have to do with me?"

Unfortunately, she was still speechless.

His lips were warmer than ever, melting the coldness of her mouth little by little through her frozen lips and teeth.

Carefully, he followed Rue's example, hugged her tightly in his arms, and melted the coldness on her body little by little with his own temperature.