Qi Shunhua, who slowly gained a little consciousness, seemed to have had some nightmare, her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings taking off, her resolute thick eyebrows wrinkled deeply, her head shook uneasily twice, Qiqi half got up and took out a hand, gently placed it on his forehead, and rubbed his eyebrows with the tip of his thumb.

  The good-looking thick eyebrows seem to be stretched out with a sense of security because of the careful comfort.

  After his emotions were safe and stable, Qiqi withdrew the palm placed on his forehead, returned to his sitting position, and continued to transmit spiritual power.

  Suddenly, Qi Shunhua stretched out her hands and pressed her soft hand attached to his body, her heart trembled, and the smooth back of her hand immediately sensed the rough skin texture, but she didn't move, and let him hold it quietly, anyway, it didn't affect the release of her spiritual power.

  Since the blood loss reached a certain amount, Qi Shunhua fell into a coma, he felt that he had fallen into the icy water, and wanted to struggle, but he had no strength, so he could only let himself sink slowly. The chill of the icy water penetrated the skin and reached the bones, and the body seemed to be frozen without any sensation, and only the sound of the heart beating could be heard in the silence around him.

  All this is like an accident that happened to someone who accidentally fell into the water, but Qiqi was present at the time, and she was desperate to save him. But now there was no sound of water near him, no incessant shouting. She is not by her side, and she will not be there in the future, why do you miss her so suddenly, I want to see that bright smile as soon as I open my eyes.

  The abyss of light beckoned to him, his body sank deeper and lower, and he struggled to reveal a thin slit in his eyes, and saw a black shadow coming, could it be death? The eyes that were rarely opened closed heavily, and before he could see the true face of death, he regretted in his heart, what a pity.

  There was a buoyancy coming from his back, and Qi Shunhua felt as if he was being dragged up by something. Quickly floated up from the ice pool, and the body seemed to be surrounded by the warm winter sun.

  The scene where Lan You waved his feathers and hurt him was very real, but it seemed that the warm sun he was feeling at the moment was a dying dream, beautiful and short-lived.

  Frowning fiercely, the pill Lan Er had taken no longer had its effect, because the wound from which Qi Qi's spiritual power was recovering brought him bursts of pain, and that pain made him seem to fall into the ice valley again.

  The warmth fell between his eyebrows, gently massaged along his eyebrows, the touch was so real, he finally felt that the warm sun was no longer a dream, but really by his side.

  The warm current enters the body to drive away the chill soaked into the bones, and the whole person is warm. He had the strength, and subconsciously reached out to grasp the heat source, as if it was a hand warmer, and it was soft and slippery, so that he was reluctant to let go.

  With sufficient spiritual power input, the wound that was cut open had healed. Qi Shunhua's pale face improved, his bloodless lips also became ruddy, he was like a sleepy baby, breathing evenly and sleeping obediently.

  Qiqi glanced at him deeply, with feelings hidden in her eyes that even she couldn't see clearly, and gently took out her palm from under him, and then shook his palm and pinched it, before standing up with confidence.

  Qi Shunhua was finally rescued by himself safe and sound, and his happy expression jumped on the surface, "Tan Tan." She shouted at the goose-yellow girl with her high breasts.

  With her hands clasped in front of her chest, leaning against the corner, her cold single eyelid focused on their Tantan, and when she heard Qiqi call her, she stood up straight.

  The girl pulled her hair in a bun, two elegant beaded flowers decorated the bun, goose-yellow bell sleeve skirt and over-the-knee lily skirt, a green waist rope hung with white lily of the valley, orange boots stepped on the ground, jumped to her side, spread out a smile, and said in a crisp whisper: "Sister Qiqi." ”