Bai Qingyan was still in a coma. Her eyes were closed, and her face was still sweating. Although Poria has given her a needle to calm her mind, it is of no great use after all.

Her brows were tightly locked, and she was still immersed in a dream, which was still a white fog, with no end in sight. I don't know where I came from, and I don't know where I'm going.

She sat down on the ground. The days of the past have been flashing back to my mind all the time. It's like a flowing painting. She felt her brain explode, but there was no way, these things kept flashing and lingering.

Who have I loved for more than ten years? She seemed to be reflecting and blaming herself.

Mother, she cried silently in her heart. There was no answer, no sound, and she didn't know how to meet her. For it is said that death is like a lamp that goes out, and when the lamp is extinguished, it can be rekindled, but when a person dies, he can no longer be seen.

Even the spirits can't see it. Over the years, she had never even dreamed of her mother in her dreams, even if there were times when she played the flute given by her mother, and her heart missed her. However, after years of life and death, the soul has never come to dream.

The second thing that came to mind was Bai Yan, this person who was like a teacher and a father, she had never seen the people in the rivers and lakes before she met Bai Yan again, but after seeing Bai Yan, she had a kind of admiration for all the people in the rivers and lakes. She revered him. And he treats her very well.

But why, should he not have stepped into this troubled world, but because of the person he admires the most, he fell into it? Thinking about it, it is also the will of heaven to make people, since it is the will of heaven, how can she get a glimpse of it.

Qiao Changfeng, her eldest brother Qiao, he will appear every time she needs it, no matter when, she is in danger, she is injured, what she sees when she opens her eyes is Qiao Changfeng's very worried eyes. She didn't know why, and sometimes wondered if he wasn't busy.

But this is obviously not the case, she always feels that he is very busy, and sometimes he is full of heavy worries, but he never tells her, probably because he is afraid that she will be worried when she sees it. She didn't mean to know, but she was often curious.

He had known her for a long time, but why did he meet him when he was in trouble? She was puzzled, but she had to think about it in turn. Because there are too few people you meet along the way, everyone is worth cherishing, so everyone should think about it carefully.

It seems that the memory suddenly stopped here, and Bai Qingyan still didn't wake up. But the names of other people just flashed quickly in my mind, Li Fu, Han Yue, Wen Ruqing, Poria Cocos, Magnolia, and Pastoral. These people cared about her.

She lay in the white mist and wanted to close her eyes, feeling very tired and tired, and wanted to rest here, forever. If you only feel that your two eyelids are heavy, you have to close the same. But no, she could always hear voices in her ears.

The voice was full of worry and fear, as if it was close in front of him, as if it was far away in the sky, and it seemed to hover around his head, as if it had been imagined by his own heart for no reason. "Don't sleep, you can't wake up when you sleep, don't sleep......"

She pricked up her ears and wondered, hadn't she been awake all the time? It's just that it doesn't look like it's in the world, but like it's on a lonely and helpless desert island. She didn't fall asleep either, she felt that her consciousness was clear, but she always felt very tired and tired.

I want to lie down like this, lie down forever and ever, rest forever and ever. But the voice called her more and more urgently, "Qingyan, wake up, Qingyan, Qingyan, wake up......"

She stood up and listened to the voice, who are you? She asked. But no one answered. She kept running and searching in the white mist, as if she had been doing it for so many years. She didn't want to lie down anymore, she was going to find the exit to this place. But where to look? Even she didn't know about it.

She ran, and the wind got up, whistling and whistling, as if to blow her whole body into the air, she realized that she had been walking against the wind all along, she changed directions, but found that no matter which direction she changed, she was walking against the wind.

She kept walking, she didn't know how long she had walked, she had never laid down, she knew she couldn't lie down, or she would die in this ghost place where she didn't know where. She walked and walked, and she felt hungry, she felt thirsty, she felt that if she fell down again, she might not be able to get up.

At last, she saw the end, a large lake, set in the white ground like a great sapphire. There was no fog near the lake, there were flowers, there was grass, all the colors of flowers she could see were there, all the colors of grass she could see were there.

She drove very arbitrarily, opened a lot, almost surrounded the whole lake tightly, she sometimes was afraid of the lake, afraid of water, because she didn't know water, but she fell into the lake, she had a cold disease, she was afraid of all cold things.

She could feel that the lake was cold, because she felt the chill just standing far away from the lake, and the chill was coming at her from all directions, and she couldn't hide from it, and she didn't know how to resist it. But she felt in her heart that she wanted to approach the lake. It's just that the lake is not very willing to accept her.

"Cold ......" Although Bai Qingyan's forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, he still spit out the word cold from his dry mouth, Qiao Changfeng sat on the edge of her bed, called her a few times just now, and found that she didn't have any reaction.

Poria told him that she was in danger now, and they couldn't save her, and they even thought that she was likely to die if she lay down like this. She had a point, she had been weak since the last time she had been subjected. dragged a broken body that had not been fully raised all day long, and forced himself to practice swords.

But Qiao Changfeng was not willing to accept such a reality at all, he felt that since she had survived so many hardships, she would definitely be fine if she went mad now. He believed her, and though he had doubted it, he preferred to tell himself that she would wake up.

He had been watching her for a long time, almost three days, and he fed her some water, and although she couldn't drink it at all, her face became more and more pale, pale as paper, and it looked really scary. But why did God treat her so unfairly? She's really suffered a lot.

Qiao Changfeng felt that he should have dreamed or heard it wrong, so he leaned closer to listen, and did hear her say, cold. But the quilt on her body was very tight, and sweat broke out on her forehead. Qiao Changfeng stretched out his hand to wipe her sweat, which was about to freeze.

He quickly went and fetched a handkerchief, dipped it in hot water, and rubbed it on her face. The beads of sweat that were about to freeze melted and he wiped them off. When he finished wiping, there were no beads of sweat on her face, but her face was as cold as a block of ice. To touch her body, it was still cold.

Qiao Changfeng remembered that when a person was about to die, his body would become cold, and he was scared, entangled, and even about to cry out in a suppressed manner. She's not going to die, she's worked so hard, she's definitely not going to die. But the fear in his heart did not diminish in the slightest, and he didn't know what he should do.

He called her name, and in the most powerful voice, he wanted her to wake up quickly, and he felt remorseful, why couldn't he help her in the slightest at this time? He hated himself, why didn't he take a good look at her in the first place, why did he let her suffer this kind of pain alone!

But now that she was cold, Qiao Changfeng reminded himself. She's cold, but what to do? She was cold, he ran to his room, as fast as he could, his heart was already in a mess, and he was already anxious and couldn't help himself. When he went to hug his quilt, the hand that had been holding the sword for many years was already shaking as if he couldn't hold anything.

He hugged the quilt on his body, but he felt that he was hot, so why not be able to transfer his heat to her! Qiao Changfeng quickly covered the quilt on her body, she was still very cold, Qiao Changfeng went to call Poria Cocos. Poria opened her eyes and quickly put on her clothes.

At this time, Li Fu also passed, and they felt in their hearts that there must be something wrong with Bai Qingyan, so everyone slept very lightly at night because they were worried. At this time, Poria frowned tightly. Her face became unapproachable with fear and worry.

But Qiao Changfeng was also very worried, so he stepped forward and asked Poria Bai Qingyan what was wrong. Poria shook her head slightly, feeling that she didn't know about this situation. "Brother Qiao, I have been practicing medicine for decades, and I have never seen this happen."

Bai Qingyan's face was already covered with layers of frost, and the frost on her face made her look terrifying, like a monster. Poria didn't know what to do anymore, she had never seen anything like this. Moreover, she didn't understand the illness of these powerful people in the first place.

"Brother Qiao, let's make a fire in the house, she must be cold, you see why she is still freezing on this hot day!" Poria said. She only knew that when it was cold, she should use heat and fire to keep warm, and she couldn't think of what made her so cold. It's summer, and it's midsummer.

A few days ago, when she practiced swords, she was sweating because it was too hot, but now it is so cold and frozen. Poria had never seen a single person freeze. It's just that Bai Qingyan has an inner person, and she is practicing the Cold Moon Technique, an extremely cold kung fu, and it sounds normal to freeze when she goes crazy.

As long as it's not on fire, if it's on fire, the whole person may be burned directly.