Although she was buried in the snow, it did not hinder her breathing, and she moved her arm slightly, but did not lift it, and after trimming it again, she pushed it again before moving her arm a little.

This move surprised her heart, which means that the snow on her body is not particularly thick, and she can get out as long as she works hard.

And since she didn't die, Nangong Jue, whose kung fu was much higher than her, would definitely not die.

Thinking of this, Ji Xiang's body was suddenly full of strength, and although it hurt all over his body, he still kept moving his body.

Find a way to sit yourself up, and then start digging holes......

Call!

I don't know how long it took, but I finally got a breath of fresh air, and after a few big breaths, the whole person got out of the snow.

It was already dark, and the moonlight reflected the white light on the white snow, and everything was clearly reflected.

Looking up, I should still be on the snowy mountain, but I don't know where I was taken.

Looking at the snow behind her, it was not particularly thick, that is to say, when Nangong Jue threw her away, the avalanche was already left with only the aftermath.

Then Nangong Jue must be fine!

After carefully discerning the direction, relying on the last memory, he walked a few feet to the left and began to dig up the snow frantically.

She didn't have any tools on her, so she had to keep digging with her two hands.

A pair of slender jade hands had already been red and swollen from the cold, but she didn't feel it at all.

Her mind was full of the scene when Nangong Jue threw her away, and his farewell and reluctant expression were deeply imprinted in her mind.

Time passed slowly, and Jixiang, who had just woken up, was already exhausted, but he still didn't stop.

At this moment, Jixiang was like being wound up, constantly repeating an action, digging the snow in this place to the end, without him digging to the side, she firmly believed in her heart that Nangong would definitely still be alive.

Nangong Jue is different from her, her spiritual power cultivation is only at the most basic level, and it is very difficult to cultivate spiritual power, and most of them need to rely on spiritual objects to assist.

But Nangong Jue's spiritual power cultivation is independent cultivation, and as long as people still have a breath, they will take the initiative to cultivate.

This will ensure that he will not be frozen to death by the ice and snow.

As long as she can find him in time, she will definitely let him live.

This mechanical movement continued, and Jixiang's face was covered with ice marks, which were left behind tears, which condensed into ice in the air, and finally added new tears to melt them.

And her hands were already blackened from the cold, and the whole person was passively numb.

Every morning around midnight on the snowy mountains is the coldest time, and if a hunter is trapped on the mountain, she needs to light a few fires to get through, not to mention her body exposed to the snow like this.

Jixiang felt that she could no longer see objects in front of her, and her hands were numb, so she could only keep groping with her senses.

Finally, when her hand went down again, the whole person fell forward, and then fell to the ground motionless.

I don't know how long it took, Jixiang felt that her body was warmer, and her numb hands and feet regained consciousness, but the piercing sensation made her feel that it was better to continue to be numb.

Licking the snow on the tip of her tongue, she recovered a little after melting into water, and wanted to struggle to get up and continue digging, but this movement suddenly noticed that there was someone under her body!