Cold smoke gradually rose from the surface of the pool, and the water was covered with thin ice due to the sharp drop in temperature, and occasionally there was a small and crisp sound of ice backlog breaking. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qianjun still closed his eyes, unmoving, and as safe as a rock. A thin layer of frost enveloped his deep and handsome face and majestic upper body, unable to hide his majestic and majestic kingly aura.

These days, he has been drawn by an inexplicable feeling, and his mind will jump out of his white and light face for no reason.

He had been accustomed to controlling his emotions for thousands of years, and this state of detachment became more and more serious every day, and it seemed that he could not restrain himself and could not take it back, which made him deeply disturbed.

According to Mo Haoran, there is a forbidden place in the back room of the courtyard where he lives----- Hanshan Pond, which is said to be the place where the golden immortals practiced in the past, where they could abandon all their troubles, empty their spirits, and achieve a state of detachment in order to practice better.

It's just that the cold of the pool water is too domineering, if you don't have deep immortal power and cultivation, you can't resist the frozen pool water, and the worst will be eroded by the cold poison and die, and the light one will get lost in the pool and can't extricate himself.

Bang! The white stone door was suddenly slammed open, Bai Ruodai's eyebrows tightened, and she flew in in a panic, and she didn't have time to look around, and went straight to the pool where Qianjun was alone. Without thinking about it, she stepped on the thin ice and dipped into the pool.

The pool water was cold and eroded his bones, and Bai Ruo suddenly felt that most of the immortal power had disappeared, and his lips instantly lost their blood color and trembled unconsciously.

Bai Ruo endured the cold of the pain of the skin, and swam close to the statue of Qianjun.

She tried to pull him out of the pool, but found that she couldn't use any strength, and her immortal power had been eroded and devoured by the cold poison.

The soaked skirt sticks to the body, outlining the white and delicate curves. She clinged to Qianjun with weakness, holding his face with her simple little hands, and calling him over and over again: "Qianjun is alone, Qianjun is alone, you wake up, you wake up......"

"Since I can't wake you up, I'm destined to live and die together, let me take a good look at you again." Bai Ruo muttered to himself, his breath turned into frost, and he forcefully pulled the corners of his mouth up an arc.

As time passed, her pale little face was also covered with a layer of frost, and her white and desperate eyes showed a look of exhaustion, and she felt that her eyelids could not support it.

Bai Ruo tightly hooked Qianjun's lonely neck with his arms, leaned on his cold and solid arms, and fell asleep listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat.

That's fine, that's fine! Bai Ruo didn't feel that this was a catastrophe, she was sincerely satisfied, and it was a blessing to be able to die with her beloved.

Although he was asleep, there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, peaceful and beautiful, like a lily frozen in ice, holy and beautiful that people could not bear the slightest blasphemy.

At this moment, the bell in Bai Ruo's hand began to ring loudly, and the spirit creature sensed that its master was in danger.

Where did the ringtones come from, it sounds very distant and familiar. Is she in danger? I'm going to wake up, I'm going to wake up. Qianjun frowned fiercely, suddenly opened his eyes, and found that Bai Ruo was leaning on his arms, dying, and the breath in his nose was like a gossamer.

Qianjun suddenly felt a suffocation in his chest, and then a dull pain in his heart that made him breathless.

With a leap, he hurriedly picked up Bai Ruo and took him away from the cold mountain pool.

When everyone rushed to the door, they found Qianjun holding the lifeless Bai Ruo tightly, and her blood-red eyes were cold and resolute.