People are born different.

Some people are high, and some people are as low as dust.

Now she is as inconspicuous as dust.

The ghost looked at Xin Lin, who was unconscious on the ground, even if she was unconscious, her ten fingers were still slightly bent, maintaining a fist-clenched posture, immeasurable, low as dust, but indomitable.

In the blue eyes, there is only indifference and ruthlessness.

As soon as he scooped up his long arms, he rolled Xin Lin's small body into his arms.

Xin Lin's body, the clothes were wet, sticking to her small and thin body.

Slender fingers, picked open her shirt, and quickly stripped her clean.

"Cold, cold."

It was late at night, and Xin Lin, who was in a coma, felt the cold, and subconsciously pasted it on the ghost's body, and his hands and feet hung on the ghost's neck like a koala.

But as soon as he got closer, Xin Lin shivered again.

"It's really cold, big ice cubes!"

Xin Lin's little face was wrinkled, like a small bun, and his hands and feet shrank back, trying to escape from the embrace of the ghost.

Ghost Hu frowned, was he disgusted?

His body is not an ordinary person, where does the heat come from.

He snorted coldly, and his long arm fished out again, and the little little bit that had been hiding far away was also fished back and imprisoned in his arms.

Xin Lin shuddered, her eyelids moved, but tiredness hit her in bursts, and she couldn't open her eyes.

She only felt that her whole body was tightly tied by ropes, and the whole person was like being in a cold kiln.

Just when Xin Lin thought that she was going to be frozen to death, a warm current gushed out of her body.

The golden Fuxi Qi was constantly recovering, spreading to the whole body along the tendons like bean sprouts.

The cold feeling quickly disappeared, and I felt like I was soaking in a hot spring.

There was a little more comfortable look on the wrinkled little face.

The most miraculous thing is that the large and small wounds on Xin Lin's hands also recovered quickly under the action of this warm current.

"What is this?"

I felt the small body in my arms relax a little bit, and my body became warmer.

Ghost Hu only felt that holding Xiao Budian in his arms was like carrying a stove.

"Fu Tiandan is really preferential to you."

The ghost had a complicated expression and looked at the little one in his arms.

Her bloodless face had become much more rosy, and her small face was like a small apple, which made people want to take a bite.

The Fuxi Qi in Xin Lin's body rose and strengthened, increasing little by little.

She was actually in her sleep, and she could also cultivate Fuxi's qi.

The newly-born Fuxi Qi is nourishing Xin Lin's tired body at the same time, it is also silently warming the ghost's body.

Although the amount was very small, just holding Xiao Xiao, he could feel that the ghost power that had been silent for a long time was reviving little by little in his limbs.

An unprecedented sleepiness came quietly, and the ghost had not wanted to sleep for many years.

Sleep, for the ghosts, means endless darkness.

As the Lord of Darkness, what he hates most is darkness.

But tonight, because of the warmth in his arms, the darkness seemed to be a little different to him.

But at the moment when the ghost was about to close his eyes, he suddenly frowned, his eyes changed, and he looked into the distance.

"I didn't expect to catch up so quickly."

In the same late night, in the mass grave a few miles away from the ruined temple, there was another scene.