The ice coffin of the Ant King is still the one of the previous generation of Demon Realm Monarchs. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ning Zimo has never been able to find his biological father, and seeing that the ice coffin has been wasted, the storm shadow has charged everywhere for him to fight the tribe.

Many times I was in danger, and I almost couldn't come back, so I gave it on a whim in case of emergency.

I didn't expect to unintentionally insert willows and willows, if it weren't for the whim at the beginning, maybe I would really be separated from the storm shadow forever.

The Storm Shadow must also trigger the ice coffin to activate and form a self-protection circle at the last critical moment, when it threatens his life.

It is not easy to break the death ice coffin with external force.

Otherwise, the death ice coffin would not have attracted so many people to fight for it.

In his heyday, Ning Zimo may still have the power to strike.

However, now he only has three successes left, and he really has more than enough heart and not enough strength.

His fingers kept rubbing back and forth, and there was a cold touch, as if silently mocking his incompetence.

The five fingers clenched into fists and slammed down unwillingly, venting the depression in his heart.

In a trance...

Chu Yu was woken up by the sound of a violent impact.

Uttered a whisper, "Noisy~so noisy~"

She wanted to sit up, but the pain of her whole body shattering made her brows frown deeply.

But how can it be so uncomfortable to be drunk?

Shaking his head in pain, trying to remember.

Although most of the time he is delirious, the touch and reaction of the body cannot fool the person, and a series of staccato clips follow.

Ling Chu Yu's face was red and his ears were red.

Is this a spring dream?

Before she had time to think deeply, a movement next to her interrupted her thoughts.

Ning Zimo?

Why is he here?

Only then did Chu Yu realize that he was no longer in the guest room, and the surroundings were completely unfamiliar environments.

This was the first time Chu Yu had seen Ning Zimo show a painful appearance, and it was also the first time he had seen him lose his temper like this, and he hammered the ice coffin with his hand to vent, like a helpless abandoned child.

Wrapped in the thin clothes on his body, endured the sour body, stood up, and walked in his direction.

Before he got closer, Ning Zimo sensed the breath and instantly looked back at the person who came.

Ning Zimo, who had always been calm, looked at her vacantly for the first time with bloodshot eyes.

When they first met, he was imprisoned in a cave all year round, and he would not be so out of shape.

Chu Yu paused slightly, continued to walk slowly towards him, and said softly, "Is there anything I can help with?"

In a strange place, dressed in someone else's clothes, she didn't ask, "Where is this? Why am I here?"

Instead, he spoke first and asked Ning Zimo if he needed help.

Ning Zimo's angry heart slowly settled down.

Little Nizi began to care about him.

Fortunately, there is still her.

"It's my important person in the ice coffin, but I can't save him", Ning Zimo turned his head and stared straight at the ice coffin, revealing sad eyes again.

In Chu Yu's heart, Ning Zimo has always been a powerful and ruthless existence.

He was so helpless that her heart tugged inexplicably.

Looking closely at the ice coffin, it was a large black mass, a creature that had never been seen before, and it could not be called a human existence at all.

Countless question marks hovered overhead, but Chu Yu didn't delve into it, stood beside him, stood side by side with him, and continued to say softly, "Let me take a look."

I don't know why, since she woke up, Chu Yu has been feeling hot, and she didn't pay much attention to it at first, until the closer she got to this ice coffin, the cooler she felt.

It is not the cold feeling that ordinary low-temperature objects should have, but a kind of comfort that comes from the soul.