Quiet! Absolute silence!

Wan Linggen could even hear the sound of blood flowing in his body.

The biting cold in his back didn't make him feel uncomfortable, but the person he was protecting under him was silent, which made him feel anxious in his heart.

That's a kid! He couldn't see his face, but he could feel that the little space he had built was just big enough for him to curl up in.

It was dark in front of him, and he tried several times, trying to open his eyes to observe the situation around him, but no matter how hard he tried, it was still dark, and his super eyes were useless.

The cold sensation began to spread from the back to the whole body, even to the fingertips, the speed of blood flow slowed down, and the consciousness in the mind gradually blurred.

Are you going to die?

He barely gathered his faint consciousness, feeling the silence that preceded death.

If you die like this, you will be frozen in an instant, and maybe you will be resurrected in a few years, right? He suddenly had such a strange thought, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Scenes from the past suddenly came to mind, Xiao Liuzhuang, Mei sisters, Guo Jia, Liu Xiu, Ding Xiaohui, Tong Dalin, his only sister, and his like-minded little brother Xiao Weiran...... as well as the boundless Pu Weidang and the empty tomb of Sister Weiwei, the two places that once rained thunder and made him different......

And that thunder sea golden light......

His consciousness grew weaker and weaker, like a candle flame that would go out with the wind at any moment!

And in the depths of his consciousness, an even fainter point of light was struggling to light up, it changed from far to near, from small to large, from weak to strong, and Huo Ran turned into a radiant fiery rising sun, rising from a golden ocean!

Under the golden light, the thunder in the sky was shining brightly, and in that golden ocean, large swaths of crystal blue jade were gradually liberating from the ice, stretching their pure blue branches and leaves!

At this time, the golden light of the whole body was released, and the ice and snow attached to the body quickly melted into mist and disappeared in the increasingly dazzling golden light.

He moved! It's just that the movement is very stiff, the body slowly stands upright, sits down with his legs crossed, his hands together, and his eyes closed, as if an old monk is in a meditation.

The golden light became stronger and stronger, and the surrounding ice and snow melted more and more, gradually forming a huge circular space, and the temperature began to rise gradually.

I don't know how long it took, Wan Linggen's eyes slowly opened, and the seven-colored light flickered in his two pupils.

His eyes turned slightly, and everywhere he went, the ice and snow melted, and the fog steamed.

"You...... Are you a god? A childish and faint voice sounded beside him, and the seven-colored light in his eyes flashed away and returned to normal, but the golden light emanating from his body became more and more intense.

Wan Linggen's gaze narrowed slightly, and fell on the small body curled up next to him.

"I'm not a god!" He smiled, his voice a little empty, "We're stuck until the snow falls. ”

"No, you're a god!" The boy struggled a few times to get up, but his hands and feet only moved slightly, and he was sweating profusely.

Wan Linggen stretched out his left hand and gently held the child's cold little hand, and a warm current instantly surged through his body.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked, retracting his hand.

The boy nodded, struggled to his feet, and turned his head to look at the Ten Thousand Souls.

When their eyes touched, both of them were stunned!

Wan Linggen's heart was shocked, between this child's eyebrows and eyes, that form and appearance, it turned out to be so familiar, Xiao Weiran?!

The child looked at him stupidly, tears suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his mouth trembled, "Daddy...... are you my daddy?!" ”

There was a roar in Wan Linggen's brain, and even the round of golden yang hanging high in it trembled, he shook his head, and said in his heart, how could there be such a similar person in this world?

The boy burst into tears, barely stood up, stumbled over to him, and fell silently into his arms with his thin body.

"Daddy...... I'm so sleepy!"

The child leaned in front of him, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly, and fell asleep sweetly.

After a long time, Wan Linggen was still in a state of concentration, and the child in his arms stretched out his arms and opened his eyes.

"Daddy, are we in heaven?" The child's bewildered voice fluttered in his ears.

Wan Linggen opened his eyes and patted his head gently, "Child, I am not your father, and we are not in the sky, but ...... underground. ”

"You're not my daddy?" The boy raised his head and leaned closer to his face to look at it carefully for a while, "Sure enough, it's not, my father is not as good-looking as you!" ”

Wan Linggen smiled, "If I were your father, how old should I be?" ”

The kid was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and his expression darkened, "Are we dead?" He obviously also thought that the person around him was so young that it could not be his father, and in disappointment, his big bright eyes suddenly lost their brilliance.

Wan Linggen gently held the cold little hand, "Don't worry, we're not dead yet." ”

"Then if you are not an immortal, how can your body glow?" The kid asked, his eyes wide open.

Wan Linggen had to smile bitterly: "I have a treasure on my body that can shine in the dark. ”

"Oh!" The child nodded.

"What's your name?" Wan Linggen asked.

"Me...... My mother calls me Cong'er, and they also call me the Holy Child of the Snow Land! ”

"Cong'er? Snowy Holy Child? Wan Linggen was stunned, "This is not a person's name, just a title, what is your surname?" ”

The child said: "I don't know, they said that I picked it up from the top of the snowy mountain, and my mother's surname is Zhang, and I didn't die on such a cold day, so I called me the Holy Child of the Snow Land." ”

Wan Linggen thought for a moment and asked, "How old are you this year?" ”

That Zhang Cong said: "Five years old." ”

Wan Linggen thought that it should look similar, and asked again, "Do you know why they went down the mountain to grab food?" ”

Zhang Cong tilted his little head and thought for a while and said: "I heard them say that there is no grain on the mountain, there is grain under the mountain, and I have to borrow it from the mountain, and I don't understand anything else." ”

Wan Linggen guessed seven or eight points after a little thought, I'm afraid that Hu Qihua used some tricks to lure them to grab food, just to add some chaos to themselves! When he thought about it like this, his heart suddenly became extremely relaxed, and he said to Zhang Cong: "Cong'er, you rest for a while, I'll think about some things, we have to find a way to get out." ”

Zhang Cong hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Then...... I...... Can I not leave you? ”

Wan Linggen was stunned and said with a smile: "Okay, you sit here and don't move." ”

Zhang Cong nodded vigorously, leaned his body against him, and closed his eyes slightly.