I'll give the big guy a warm quilt 09

When night fell, the main hall was brightly lit, Yan Hongguang turned a page of the book, and saw Bai Xiaoxiao, who was dozing little by little on his legs, his eyes were slightly narrow, he put down the book and got up to pick up the person, and walked slowly towards Bai Xiaoyao's small attic.

Putting the person on the small bed, Yan Hongguang sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers still wandering on the girl's cheek, following the perfect arc, gradually going down, stopping in front of his heart.

A heart as pure and kind as she is....

The girl whispered, Yan Hongguang's fingers touched Bai Yaoyao's soft and delicate skin, and just wanted to move, he suddenly frowned, and a burst of heartache hit him, so he had to get up immediately and walk out quickly.

Yan Hongguang walked out of the door, Bai Xiaoxiao opened his eyes suddenly, sat up lightly, glanced out of the door, and slipped out of bed.

There will be no one in the main hall at night except for her and Yan Hongguang, and even Ash Yi can't easily enter and needs to be told outside, Bai Yaoyao is not worried about being seen by others at all.

Out of the small attic, Bai Xiaoyao saw Yan Hongguang's fleeting back from a distance, and hurriedly lifted his skirt to keep up.

The main hall was very large, and out of the place where the lights could shine, the surrounding environment suddenly became secluded, and the tall and lush trees made the shadows of teeth and claws in the moonlight, and the cold wind whistled to make Bai Xiaoxiao shiver.

Where is this, why is it so cold...

Bai Yaoyao was a little scared.

She wanted to go back, but when she turned her head, she found that she had already gone out of the scope of her understanding, and even the way she came had disappeared at some point.

She's done.

Bai Yaoyao thought with red circles in her eyes, why did she come to follow her, isn't it good to lie in the house and sleep comfortably.

What is this called, is this called death?

Another gust of demon wind, blowing up countless leaves and rushing towards Bai Yaoyao, with a faint peak roar, like several sharp knives, Bai Yaoyao screamed and hugged his head and was about to run, and the next second, he fell into an embrace with cold air.

"Tracking? Well? ”

Yan Hongguang waved his hand, the leaves fell back to their original places, the wind calmed down, and Bai Xiaoyao escaped.

But Yan Hongguang, who was holding her, was obviously more difficult to deal with than these broken leaves.

Bai Yaoyao shrank his neck, was carried forward by Yan Hongguang all the way, turned around, bypassed a rockery, and a deep cold air came to his face, freezing Bai Yaoyao shivering.

Yan Hongguang didn't pay any attention to the cold tremor of the person in his arms, and walked towards the cold pool with Bai Xiaoxiao in his arms step by step, and as soon as he let go, Bai Xiaoxiao fell into the waist-deep, steaming cold pool!

The cold pool is made of thousands of years of frozen stones, leading to the coldest spring in the world, not to mention ordinary people, even ordinary immortal cultivators can not easily resist the cold of the cold pool.

Bai Xiaoyao was thrown into it like this, and almost froze back into the sea of stars.

Yan Hongguang was wearing a wide ink robe, and stood on the shore like this and watched coldly.

Bai Yaoyao's teeth couldn't stop shivering, he held back the shouts in his throat, fluttered up from the cold pool, stood up tremblingly, looked up at Yan Hongguang on the shore whose eyes were colder than the pool water, and his voice was as weak as a milk cat, "Lord? ”

Yan Hongguang was unmoved, and his voice was extremely cold, "Who sent you?" ”

".. Ga? ”

The problem is beyond the outline, after all, the original master of the information system did not give it to me.

Maybe it was Bai Yaoyao's stunned appearance that dispelled Yan Hongguang's suspicions, or maybe Bai Yaoyao's frozen face without a trace of blood was too pitiful, before Bai Yaoyao lost consciousness, the last thing she saw was Yan Hongguang's figure walking towards her.

My brother hurts me a little more.