The system nodded: "It seems to make sense." ”

Qianji covered her stomach, the whole person shrunk into a ball, Wan Ling helped Qianji up, and found that she was very hot, and the whole person was like a stove.

Wan Ling saw that the stove that Qianji was holding tightly with his hand covering his stomach was absorbing the heat of Qianji's body, but even so, Qianji was still burning and couldn't wake up.

Wan Ling conjured up a water balloon and wanted to cool down Qianji, but when the water balloon touched Qianji's skin, it made a pull and the water balloon turned into a fog in the air.

Wan Ling didn't expect this to be the case, he was surprised: "Is it so high?" So at such a high temperature, won't the skin fall off? ”

Then a shocking scene appeared, and Qianji's skin fell off, one by one, like drying fish skin.

Qianji's brows furrowed, what a torture it should be to have this kind of pain when his skin was so hot that it fell off, but Qianji just frowned, biting his lip, not saying a word, and not humming.

Wan Ling remembered that when the time was frozen before, Wan Hao, you will feel good on the night of the full moon, as if the two queens, that is, the fifteenth, the night of the full moon, does this full moon night mean that Qianji has to experience such torture once a month, thinking that a girl like Qianji is the same age as him, and he has to experience such a burning pain once a month, his heart softened.

"Are you okay?" Wan Ling gently pushed the thousand machines, but the thousands of machines did not reflect.

Wan Ling tried to condense the water, solidify, make the water cold, turn into ice, several times was not very successful, but Wan Ling did not give up, he succeeded in freezing the water, although it was only a fleeting snow.

Wan Ling piled snowflakes on his hands again and again, and applied them to Qianji's hot skin little by little, again and again.

I don't know how many times Wan Ling put the snow heart wing on Qianji's skin, Wan Ling felt that Qianji's skin was suddenly very cold, and then looked at Qianji's feet.

Qianji's snow-white feet that never like to wear shoes have been frozen, is this hot and cold a curse? Wan Ling thought about this, controlled his spiritual power, turned his hand warm, and gently wrapped Qianji's feet.

Qianji's feet are good, white, and slippery, like an elaborate work of art without reverie, but this work of art is suffering from the cold of ignorance.

The hand stove in Qianji's hand slowly warmed up at this moment, like a warm baby that had been charged, and the fire inside was melting ice little by little, but Qianji's shoulders and back were still freezing.

Qianji should be sick and confused, and muttered: "Good brother, good brother." ”

Wan Ling listened to the sound of thousands of machines shouting good brother, and he wanted to laugh very much, this guy was sick and confused, and he was still shouting Wan Hao.

It can be seen that Qianji likes Wanhao very much, Wan Ling lies on Qianji's back, hugs her, runs spiritual power, helps Qianji drive away the cold, her hair is so long, so slippery, more comfortable than good silk, Qianji's body has a special smell, not like a floral fragrance, nor like other fragrances that you recognize, this taste is very comfortable and reassuring.

I don't know when he fell asleep, and when he woke up, he saw Qianji sitting by the river with a tangled face.

"Qianji, are you alright? Is your body still cold? Wan Ling asked.

Qianji's face was blue and red for a while, and then with a "snap", Qianji slapped Wan Ling's face, and Wan Ling's face darkened: "Qianji, are you sick?" ”