"Not yet."

"Oh......" Ye Sheng lowered his eyes and did not speak.

I don't know if there will be any big problems with the fountain pen being thrown like this......

The system stayed in the sea of knowledge, and easily sensed the master's emotions, and couldn't help but comfort him: "Don't worry, host, although His Highness hasn't woken up yet, it's okay." ”

Anyway, if there was anything wrong with the soul fragments, he could sense it.

Until now, the alarm has not sounded, which at least means that Ji Younian has not been affected.

However, Ye Sheng did not breathe a sigh of relief after hearing this, but used the sharp part of the end of the trekking pole to stick deep into the snow and act cautiously.

Haoyue looked at Ye Sheng's movements, and was a little disapproving: "Host, are you going to find His Highness now?" ”

Ye Sheng hummed softly, and his attention was focused on his feet.

It's no better than any other hill, and if you accidentally mistake your foot, you'll almost always roll down the hill, or even worse if you're unlucky enough to fall into a soft snow cave.

The weather is cold and the earth is frozen, and the sky should not be called the earth and the earth are not spiritual, and they don't know if they are frozen to death.

The girl also knew the danger, but she couldn't settle down for a moment if she didn't find the shards, so she had to take the risk.

She comforted the system: "It's okay Haoyue, I've climbed snowy mountains before and know where to go." ”

Seeing that her host insisted, the system stopped making a sound, and secretly diverged her divine sense to help her investigate and avoid potential dangers.

The pitch-black pen should have been easier to spot on the snow, but it was night, it was dark, and there were few street lamps on the steep hillside, and it was even more difficult to find the groggy one.

Time passed minute by minute, and from a distance, a petite figure was bent over the snowy mountain, holding a trekking pole tightly in his hand, looking down for something.

Looking closer, the girl's fair cheeks were frozen crimson, her whole body was shivering, her eyes were thick, and the corners of her eyes were red and oozing physiological tears.

"Host, are you okay?"

Xiao Zhengtai's voice did not fluctuate, but it was not difficult to feel the care and worry inside.

Haoyue is a system, and he has the most accurate grasp of the data, and he detected early on that the host's body temperature was rising.

If it goes on like this, it will burn her.

In this case, before His Highness is found, the host will fall first.

Ye Sheng's throat was very dry, she could barely speak, her consciousness was already a little unclear, and she just relied on instinct to support it.

She couldn't even distract herself from the recovery of Haoyue, her upper and lower eyelids were trembling, and she shook her head to keep herself awake.

Just when the girl was about to lose her support, a pen sunk in the snow and shining white in the darkness came into her eyes.

Ye Sheng held on to the trekking poles and moved cautiously, but suddenly there was a flicker in front of her, her feet slipped and fell on the snowdrift, and the white snow seeped into her cotton clothes, making her shiver with cold.

The girl gritted her teeth and stood up, her upper and lower teeth chattering, and she knew how cold she was just by listening to it.

But her body temperature continued to rise, and the snow melted in her clothes, absorbing all the heat that the girl had, and her body became colder and colder.

At the last moment of losing consciousness, the girl finally got her wish and held the cold fountain pen tightly in the palm of her hand.

This.

She never let go again.