"Little Pavilion! Little Pavilion! ”

Outside the door, Zhang Weiqing felt the coldness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow from the room, hugged his body and stomped his feet, and called the door eagerly.

"Xiao Ge, are you in there?"

In this cold silence, Zhang Weiqing's face was stiff without any expression. Not only because of the cold, but also from the cold.

Listening to the absence of any sound in the room, feeling the unusual cold and the chaotic energy entanglement in the room, Zhang Weiqing decided that he had to break down the door and go in to have a look.

Taking two steps back, Zhang Weiqing turned his true qi, and suddenly a touch of sharpness appeared on his fingertips. Slowly raise your right hand, bring your index and middle fingers together, and make a fist with the rest of your fingers. I saw a trace of sword qi erupting from my fingertips.

Zhang Weiqing stretched out his arm so that his fingers touched the door panel. Then, the sword qi instantly spread to the entire door. With the sound of cutting, the door panel turned into powder and scattered in the air.

Reaching out to block the debris of the door panel, Zhang Weiqing stepped into the room. Suddenly, the situation in the room was completely presented in front of his eyes.

Zhao Lingge was lying on the floor in a coma, exuding an extreme cold aura all over his body. Unconsciously, the body is still trembling instinctively.

Cold! It's cold!

Zhang Weiqing was in the room, feeling the coldness of his body, his eyes were looking at Zhao Lingge, and his heart was half cold.

Running quickly to Zhao Lingge's side, Zhang Weiqing ignored the chill on her body, and threw himself near her body and hugged her hard.

"Little Pavilion! Xiaoge, wake up! ”

With a slightly desperate cry, Zhang Weiqing hugged Zhao Lingge and shook it vigorously, hoping to wake her up, but it had no effect. Tried the snort with his fingers, feeling the snort that was slight, but like hope, Zhang Weiqing cheered up a little.

Holding Zhao Lingge's arm tightly, he hugged it even tighter. He hoped to use his body temperature to bring her a little warmth, even if it was a little better than just now, and that would be enough.

Hold her, hold her tightly, and feel the intensity of the energy fluctuations in her body. Zhang Weiqing used his true qi and used his body as a medium to gradually convey his true qi to Zhao Lingge in a small amount.

And with the support of True Qi, the energy in Zhao Lingge's dantian was actually a little obedient, and the restlessness was no longer violent and became more and more stable.

But there was still no sign of her waking up.

I didn't wake up, so I kept holding her. Zhang Weiqing made up his mind.

In this way, Zhang Weiqing smoothed her energy with true qi and gave her temperature with her body temperature.

Gradually, Zhang Weiqing's hands became numb, but he didn't let go. His lips were purple from the cold, but he didn't take a step. If his true qi is not enough, then he must insist on overdrawing his potential!

Under this long period of attrition, his willpower was worn out, and his physical strength was exhausted. The whole person was in a state of confusion.

But he wouldn't give up, even if he was unconscious, his body still instinctively hugged Zhao Lingge, as if he would never let go.

Slowly, I don't know if it was his willpower that touched God, or if his methods worked. In short, the energy in Zhao Lingge's dantian was no longer restless, and the temperature of his body was gradually rising.

With a slight reply from the sound of deep breathing, Zhao Lingge slowly opened his eyes. Seeing a light full of gray colors flashing in his eyes, Zhao Lingge's consciousness gradually became clear.

Feeling the warm temperature around him, Zhao Lingge looked down and saw a pair of powerful arms holding him. Then she turned her head and saw a familiar face.

"Wei Qing?"

Looking at Zhang Weiqing's handsome and dashing face full of haggardness, he felt his weak breathing. Zhao Lingge's heartstrings, which had never been fluctuated by the world, became as anxious as a burning flame.

Forcefully breaking Zhang Weiqing's arms, Zhao Lingge turned around and came behind him, his arms on his armpits, and slowly lifted him up. Carry him to the bed in three steps and two steps.

Then take out a compound potion from another dimension. This potion is an eschatological creation, and it has the effect of healing and replenishing vitality.

Pouring the potion into Zhang Weiqing's mouth, feeling the potion play a role in repairing his body, Zhao Lingge slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

In this way, it won't be long before he recovers.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Zhao Lingge looked at Zhang Weiqing's lips were white and his eye sockets were deep. looked at him who had never been so ugly, but he was closer than before.

Maybe it's because the mustard in my heart has been unraveled. Zhao Lingge thought wildly.

Slowly stretched out his hand, touched Zhang Weiqing's cheek, felt the temperature of the life-saving benefactor's body, and stroked his smooth skin, Zhao Lingge's mood calmed down. Slowly closing his eyes, Zhao Lingge had never felt so at ease.

Suddenly, a painful moan sounded from Zhang Weiqing's mouth. Zhao Lingge hurriedly withdrew the hand that was caressing his cheek, and a touch of blush rose rapidly from his neck, and then covered his entire cheeks, and his fair and translucent skin rubbed a shy red, full of strange temptation. It's a pity that our classmate Zhang passed by the beautiful scenery in this world.

With a violent cough, Zhang Weiqing raised his heavy eyelids.

"How are you feeling?"

Zhao Lingge asked eagerly.

Zhang Weiqing showed a smile, and then said slowly: "It's okay Xiaoge, it's okay if you're fine." As long as you're okay, it's worth it when I die. ”

"Don't say anything that doesn't die. You have a good rest. Zhao Lingge felt some strange emotions slowly growing in his heart, and then interrupted Zhang Weiqing's words, gave a sigh of encouragement, and left.

Haha, ahem!

Zhang Weiqing felt that Zhao Lingge's tone and approach were different from usual, he smiled a little cheerfully, but he caused the injury and coughed violently.

Zhao Lingge stood still against the wall in the corridor, feeling the strangeness in his heart, shaking his head, dispelling this feeling.

It was only at this time that Zhao Lingge had time to accept the results of his trip to the Ghost Gate.

I saw her right hand form a fist, swinging her arm forward, and a ripple of air rushed forward with the fist wind. I jumped upwards, and I easily jumped to the height that I would normally be able to jump to with all my might.

nodded with satisfaction, his harvest this time was really good, and now his physical fitness is no longer comparable to that of ordinary external martial artists, but he has just entered the external strength. It shows that this torture has brought benefits to itself.

Although it is beneficial, Zhao Lingge never wants to come a second time, and it is better not to come when this kind of fateful time is dead.

Turning around and returning to the house, Zhao Lingge came to the bedside and looked at Zhang Weiqing. Seeing that he was recovering, he took out another dose of compound medicine. Stretched out his hand and handed it to Zhang Weiqing.

Zhang Weiqing raised his hand to take it, but he didn't wait to speak. Zhao Lingge directly said in a stiff tone: "Drink directly." ”

Nodding, Zhang Weiqing opened the potion and drank it bitterly.

Seeing him finish drinking, Zhao Lingge told again: "Sleep well, tomorrow will be alive again." Thank you for today's incident, I, Zhao Lingge, owe you a life. ”

"Which of us is with whom, don't talk about that." Zhang Weiqing obviously didn't want to hear this, he didn't like Zhao Lingge being polite to him, so he waved his hand and dealt with it.

Zhao Lingge had no way not to mention it, she had never owed others such a big favor, but Zhang Weiqing didn't like to listen to it, so she could only suppress it in her heart.

She knew that Zhang Weiqing was not only seriously injured in order to save herself, but also overdrew her potential, if she didn't handle it well, maybe he wouldn't have any entry in this life. And this overdraft is not so easy to compensate.

Fortunately, in his previous life, he had been in the last days for so many years, and he had become a good doctor after a long illness, and now he is half a doctor, and he has heard of this kind of medicine that replenishes potential.

But those materials are very rare, and it is not an exaggeration to describe them as unattainable, and they can only rely on chance.

Sighing silently in his heart, Zhao Lingge left the bedside, sat on the sofa in the room, closed his eyes and recuperated.

She was really tired, she had gone through so many battles, went to so many dangerous places, and experienced a trip to the Ghost Gate, and the cold made her exhausted a long time ago.

Zhang Weiqing saw that Zhao Lingge had finally rested, smiled slightly on his face, and also turned his head and closed his eyes. His head rested on the pillow that Zhao Lingge had pillowed, and his mind drifted far, far away.