In the white ice and snow, there is a place that is slowly collapsing.

Tiny snow and ice began to melt into a stream of water that flowed towards the bottom of the depression.

Then, from the notch, a fair, beautiful arm suddenly stretched out, and around the skin was a spitting fiery serpent, swimming freely in the surrounding snow and ice, quickly melting and loosening them.

Medea pulled half of herself out of the snowdrift and gasped for breath, as if she hadn't recovered from the natural disaster.

Then, her throat squirmed involuntarily, and she let out some kind of emotionally complex choking sound.

"Woo......"

Tears welled up in her eyes, quickly evaporating in the flames.

However, the woman soon broke away from her grief and began to turn around and frantically pick at the snow and ice.

Even if you die, at least you have to see the corpse.

She didn't have the ability to use flames, she just scraped the ice and snow with her hands, and soon her fingers turned blue and purple.

Finally, a face was revealed in the snow and ice that had been peeled open.

Medea did not blindly pull him out of the snow, but carefully cut the snow that weighed on him, and finally trembled her fingers as if she were afraid, probing his snort and the pulse of his neck.

Fingers pressed against his carotid artery and felt a powerful throbbing below.

He's alive.

At this moment, Medea seemed to be relieved, and her tense whole body was relieved.

However, she soon realized another problem.

Even though his fingers were in direct contact with his skin, he strangely showed no signs of losing control.

"That's right, the fear is suppressed by you." Medusa's voice sounded coldly from within, "You are no longer afraid of him. ”

"Is my androphobia cured?" Medea asked in surprise, and then realized that something was wrong.

"It's not like that, you're just inwardly forcibly excluding him from the 'misogyn' range." Medusa sneered, "He's a special individual for you now. It's a man, but it's not the man you subconsciously 'pose a threat to you'. ”

"Isn't that great?" Medea was keenly aware of Medusa's disgust.

"That's not good at all, that's terrible." Medusa said irritably, "I tried my best to devise a routine plan for inflicting pain with him at the core, and before I could implement it, you told you that you don't hate him now?" Are you kidding! ”

"Come on, Medusa!" Medea said impatiently, "You just can't see me better!" ”

"Aren't you the one who stripped me of me as a suffering personality?" Medusa sharply asked her, "If one day you cure your androphobia, do I still need to exist?" I might as well just reunite with you. ”

Medea ignored her, just scratched the unconscious Asker's cheek.

"I want to taste him." She said to herself.

"Can't wait, huh?" Medusa said helplessly, "I don't want to see your love and love, you wait for me to sink into the depths of consciousness." ”

Soon she stopped talking, and Medea knew she had closed off her senses.

So she leaned down and touched his lips lightly.

Warm.

"It tastes good." Medea licked the corners of her lips with a surprised expression...... and surprises.

She began to eagerly check Asker's body.

The main ones are extensive skin burns, followed by impact injuries caused by collisions with the ground during falls.

Such an injury is fatal enough for any person, but as a Lv.5 physical transcendent, he only fell into a coma, and his vital signs were barely at normal levels.

It's just extremely fragile.

"It's a shame." Medea thought regretfully.

After holding back for more than 20 years, of course, she also has normal demands, and now she finally meets a man she can touch...... She couldn't help but think of the prophecy given to her by the fortune teller of the Dragon Country that day.

After a thunderstorm, everything begins.

It's just a pity that with Asker's current burn state, he is not suitable for more strenuous exercise...... Medea stared at him reluctantly for a long time before she stood up to check her surroundings.

The two of them seem to be at the bottom of a valley at the moment, surrounded by empty white snow, with more snowflakes falling from the sky, and the temperature around them seems to be slowly decreasing.

Medea approached, reached out and summoned a ball of flame, holding down the snow-covered rock wall.

Thanks to a slight improvement in her androphobia, Flame I's abilities are working a lot smoother. In time, she would be able to digest the remnants of the potion completely.

Flames burn through the snow, revealing the mountains hidden below.

She originally wanted to melt an igloo, but she didn't expect that the rock face inside happened to have a deep depression, which could be used as a natural cave, temporarily used as a shelter and resting place.

Carefully carrying Asker on his back, Medea collected the surrounding snow and ice, blocking half of the hole where the flames had burned, leaving only a breathable gap.

So that the cold wind can't blow in.

Asker is still unconscious. Medea sat next to him, placing his hand in the palm of her own, warming his cold skin with some distress.

If only Nora were here, a thought popped into her mind.

No, no, no, it's best if no one is here, just the two of us alone. Medea thought again.

However, such thoughts were so selfish that she glanced at Asker rather humbly.

He...... You hate me like this, right?

Once again, a thought flashed through Medea's mind: she wanted to peek into Aske's heart to see what she thought of herself.

Her psychic ability is currently only Level I, and she can only read the superficial consciousness of the target, and if she continues to go deeper, she is in danger of being discovered by the other party.

However, Aske was now unconscious, unable to detect or stop her small movements, so the thought spread like a vine from Medea's heart, and it was out of control.

Just take a look at it and confirm it. She convinced herself in her heart.

Medea's mental and physical tentacles stretched out and quietly entered Asker's sea of knowledge.

Human consciousness is like an iceberg in the sea, 10% of the shallow consciousness is exposed, and 90% of the deep consciousness is sunk in the ocean of the subconscious, which is inseparable from the collective consciousness.

Now that Asker is in a coma, his superficial consciousness is almost blank, and Medea cautiously probes into his deep consciousness.

Deep consciousness, because it belongs to the subconscious layer of the human body, is composed of fragments of consciousness, and there is no logical connection between them at all.

Medea's mental tentacles looked at the fragments, patiently pulling out a book and investigating it as if she were a visitor in a large library.

It seems that Asker's past, living in some more prosperous city than Constantinople.

Medea had some impressions of the memories she had seen, some of which seemed to be from his home, some of which seemed to be at school, and people were speaking some kind of eloquent language.

That should be the "dragon language" of the Dragon Country.