Shui Liuqing looked at the person in front of him coldly, but a trace of gentleness and warmth suddenly flashed, and then, it turned cold, and even made people mistakenly think that they had hallucinations.

Just like last time, Shui Liuqing slowly sat on the ice bed, behind the "white pupil", and slowly lifted up the body of the person lying on her back, letting her gently lean on her arms, even more gently than last time.

After some movements, Shui Liuqing slowly raised his palm, gently stroked the back of the "white pupil", and stopped at the position corresponding to the heart.

Silently closed his eyes, palms against his back, a strong spiritual power gradually overflowed, through the body, injected into the depths of the soul, that thin, with a hollow position, feeling the changes, silently searching.

The power and perception of the Hun Demon Bead are a little stronger than before, and the spiritual power injected seems to have begun to react slowly, but this power is still very unstable, coming and going, strong and fading.

Sometimes it is strong, so that Shui Liuqing even feels, and if you feel it more, it seems that you can find the soul you want.

And sometimes the faint, almost in the next second, is about to disappear, as if there has never been such a stream.

This kind of action continued until Shui Liuqing could no longer find the power of the Hun Demon Bead and could not feel the feeling of searching, so he slowly opened his eyes, slowly left with his palm, held the shoulders of the person in his arms, stroked gently, looked ahead, and his eyebrows were deep, and he didn't know where he had floated......

The fog was blurred, the slanting sun was red and yellow, quietly sprinkled on the ground, and the shallow cold wind stirred the clothes, like green waves. Silent flipping.

Mu Lingfeng stood quietly at the mouth of the cave, the breeze hit his face, and he didn't dare to go in.

This cave. It is almost a forbidden place in Zhaolai Mountain, although it is not only the head of the family who can enter it, but without the approval of the master or senior brother, ordinary people cannot break in casually.

Mu Lingfeng closed his eyes nervously, and some pictures flashed in front of him, the figure of the senior brother just now, and the words. Behavior, it's too normal, but it's too normal. Or did she catch something else, and, almost ignored it......

I took a deep breath, and my palms were a little sweaty. Mu Lingfeng paused. staring closely at the road in front of him, he finally took the first step, the second step, and slowly walked in......

The weak palm has been released at some point, and the corners of his lips are slightly open, staring at the scene in front of him in disbelief and disbelief. Reluctance to believe, even. Unwilling to face it.

The icy cave was all wrapped in ice edges, like a room made of ice, shining with a crystal cold light, and on the innermost ice bed, a white figure was submerged in the slowly rising cold air, revealing a haze.

The thousand-year-old chain of dark iron winds from the corner of the wall to the body of the man in white, cold and ruthless.

Mu Lingfeng felt that his every step was stiff, and he didn't know if it was because it was too cold, so he laboriously walked to the Bingyu cold bed step by step, and gasped for a breath of cold air, which was deep to the bones.

The person on the bed, with a familiar face and eyes closed, just lay quietly, as if he had been asleep for a thousand years.

The complexion, white as a piece of paper, wrapped in cold, light as the best white jade carving, black and thick eyelashes, quietly closed on the eyes, the delicate lip color of the past, at this moment, there is no color, and the face is integrated.

Mu Lingfeng trembled and stretched out his fingers, and his fingertips gently touched the other party's cheeks, cold, smooth, and without temperature, sure enough, like a finely carved white jade, accompanied by cold ice.

Tears, like an uncontrolled stream, flowed silently in the corners of the eyes, trembling lips, fingertips sliding gently, tentatively, carefully sliding from the face, to the tip of the nose, to the lips, pausing slightly, feeling the most feared thing.

As if frightened, the fingertips that had paused suddenly retracted, and the confirmation was generally put under his nose again, knowing that he carefully withdrew again, his heart twitched, and he covered his mouth, sobbing silently.

I don't know how long this mood lasted, Mu Lingfeng wiped her cheeks slightly, looked at the person in front of her with red eyes, and asked too many questions, but now, she could only feel sad and sad.

Slowly raised the palm, Mu Lingfeng lost his mind slightly, and the spiritual power in the palm gradually surged, gradually becoming the wind, and if it was slightly overturned, it could directly hit the body of the person in front of him.

She doesn't want to give up, she doesn't want to give up, she wants to try it with her spiritual power, in case, the other party can come back, in case, "Xiaobai" can still come back to life......

The spiritual power was slowly injected, and finally sensed a little response, the soul seemed to be very weak, but at least it proved that "Xiaobai" was still alive, Mu Lingfeng's palm exerted force, and the spiritual power was slightly enhanced, no matter what the truth was, "Xiaobai" must be rescued.

"Stop."

A cold voice came from behind him, and the white-clothed Shengxue flew by slowly, instantly interrupting Mu Lingfeng's exercises, skimming over the ice bed, picking up the person on the bed with both hands, and flying in the air, like two blooming white lotuses.

Mu Lingfeng was stunned for a moment, Shui Liuqing had slowly fallen, and the "white pupils" were still held in his arms, sitting quietly on the side of the ice bed, caressing the person in his arms with pity, like a fragile treasure, with affection in his eyes, self-explanatory.

Mu Lingfeng's heart trembled, and his voice was timid, but he didn't know where to start.

"Senior Brother......

After a long pause, he continued to speak, "Xiaobai, she ...... She's still alive, isn't she? ”

Holding the "white pupils" and slowly stopped, his eyes did not leave the person in his arms, he looked at the face of the person in his arms gently, he couldn't see the emotions clearly, and he didn't answer Mu Lingfeng's question, and in a light tone, he said,

"She's fine."

After the voice fell, he put his palm behind the "white pupil" again, slightly urging the spiritual power, Mu Lingfeng looked at the side, puzzled, puzzled, heartache, but couldn't say a word.

I don't know how long I waited, Shui Liuqing finally stopped, and slowly said that the person in his arms was flat on the ice bed, during which his eyes never left the person in front of him, until he put the "white pupils" on the ice bed, he still looked at the sleeping face, and said lightly,

"Let's go, she'll wake up."

With a wave of the cuffs, the two people who were still in the cave just now stood at the mouth of the cave, and Shui Liuqing turned around and left without saying a word.

"Senior brother!" Mu Lingfeng looked at the departing back, and finally spoke, looking at the white figure with a sad face, "What's wrong with Xiaobai?" Why didn't you tell me in the first place? Maybe Brother Gong...... It won't be ......."

Shui Liuqing glanced sideways lightly and said coldly, "She needs to rest." That Taoist priest ......"

Mu Lingfeng looked at the senior brother who flew away desolately, and there were still half of the words left, and he smiled helplessly, whether he was mocking himself or others, who knows...... (To be continued......)

PS: Which one do you want to see? What about the copies of Mu Lingfeng and Gong Yuanyu in the expenditure line, or what happened to our Comrade Xiaobai in modern times......