I don't know if it's because Song Huaizhu is now hypothermia, the snow that has fallen on the man has not melted, and his whole person seems to be buried by snow.

"Song Gongzi? Song Huaizhu? Zhu Luan withdrew his hand and shouted twice, but the man in front of him lay motionless in the ice and snow.

Zhu Luan bent down close to the man's face, and his ears could tell that he was still breathing, but his breath was so disordered.

With the realm of a grandmaster, this is a very difficult situation.

Zhu Luan listened carefully and found that the man looked calm, but in fact, he could hear the creaking of his teeth.

The voice was extremely depressing, Zhu Luan was familiar with this kind of voice, this was the voice that only people who were extremely able to endure would only make when they were suffering extraordinarily.

A cultivator with a strong will, even if ten thousand arrows pierce his heart, can not say a word, and when he makes such a sound, it seems that this person is experiencing some kind of pain that ordinary people cannot bear.

Song Huaizhu was wearing a white jade mask on the upper half of his face, and Zhu Luan couldn't see his expression.

And the exposed half of the face, as always, thin lips tightened, look closely, you can see the man's beautiful jaw floating a grain of Xiaoice beads, presumably condensed by cold sweat.

Zhu Luan brushed away the snow on Song Huaizhu's arms, and then found that the man's hands were clutching the ground, and the ground that was frozen as hard as iron actually left deep finger marks, which looked shocking.

Listening to the sound of clenched teeth, Zhu Luan's heart was filled with a chill, although she did not have a deep friendship with this man, but she knew that he must be a person with a strong will as steel, not the kind of person who could not stand the pain and could not endure the cold, it is conceivable that the pain he suffered at this time must not be described in words.

Zhu Luan looked around and didn't see anyone, and the junior brother who had been inseparable from Song Huaizhu was nowhere to be seen.

The cold on the man in front of him became heavier and heavier, and his breath became more and more disordered, and he began to gasp.

The more depressed it is, the deeper the pain becomes.

Zhu Luan quietly looked at the man lying alone in the depths of the mountain forest on a snowy night, as if he saw a fierce beast that was unwilling to put down his glory and hide in the forest to heal his wounds at any time.

Zhu Luan squatted down and touched the veins on Song Huaizhu's hand, wanting to find out what was wrong with him, but as soon as her fingers touched his wrist, the man's cold body was like a bottomless pit, and the heat on her body seemed to be sucked away in an instant.

The cold qi that can make the Unknown Realm Grandmasters end up like this is really extraordinary.

Zhu Luan, who rarely felt such coldness, didn't care about experiencing this fresh feeling, she tried to mobilize the true yuan, but she still couldn't fight against the coldness coming from her fingers.

What's even more terrifying is that the temperature around the two of them is also dropping rapidly, and Song Huaizhu's eyelashes are covered with frost.

Zhu Luan didn't know what Song Huaizhu's sudden illness was, and he didn't know if this young grandmaster would be okay under such cold.

Although she proved with her own personal experience that the Grandmaster would also die.

She was burned to death in her previous life, not frozen to death.

She didn't want to try this new way of dying in her life. Looking at Song Huaizhu's appearance, it doesn't look like he will die soon.

The wisest choice now is just like what she said to A-Yuan before, that is, just treat it as if she didn't see it, and just go back to the fire.

Zhu Luan maintained his previous posture and quietly stared at the man in front of him.

Not only is it that you can't resist this cold, but you can't even control the stormy power, and this cold will even affect others.

Presumably because of this, this man chose to avoid everyone and survive in such a place.

For the first time in her life, she felt such a chill to the bone, and staying by his side was like falling into an endless cold abyss.

And he should be struggling in this abyss now.

Even if there is no one around, this person still gritted his teeth and said nothing, but he is still a man.

No matter how powerful they usually are, everyone has their own hell, he has it, and she has it.

The surroundings were getting colder and colder, and there was white haze rising from Zhu Luan's mouth and nose.

After all, he is a life-saving benefactor who has saved his life, and it would be too impersonal if he left like this, Zhu Luan said to himself in his heart.

Zhu Luan looked down at her purple fingers that had been frozen on the man's wrist.

Even though it was so cold when touched, her fingers never left.

Zhu Luan sighed, then took another breath, calmed down, and began to try to mobilize the Vermilion Bird Spirit.

Because Miss Zhu Jiu's body is too fragile, after the turmoil in the British government, Zhu Luan has always avoided awakening the divine soul, because when she did not temper this body, letting the soul of Suzaku fully awaken in this body is equivalent to injecting the sea into a small container, and the container will burst before it is finished.

Zhu Luan carefully adjusted his internal breath to avoid the complete awakening of his divine soul, and tried to control it within the range he could bear now.

With her wheezing, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and a trace of warmth finally rose in her body, and her frozen bruised fingers gradually regained their ruddy and became conscious.

Zhu Luan breathed a sigh of relief and began to check Song Huaizhu's pulse.

However, after Zhu Luan carefully felt Song Huaizhu's pulse, his fingers, which had finally regained consciousness, froze again.

"How so?" Zhu Luan's fingers pressed on the man's pulse, and he was stunned for a moment.

Then she mobilized the true yuan and probed more deeply.

A strong backlash came, and Zhu Luan coughed violently, and his fingers quickly left the man's wrist.

Zhu Luan struggled to control the churning blood in his chest, and looked at the man in front of him with his eyes closed with a complicated expression.

Even if she fell into a coma, this person's defensive psychology was still extremely strong, she just wanted to go deeper, and she was immediately bounced back by his vast internal breath, if she hadn't kept an eye on it, and the speed of withdrawal was fast enough, she could have suffered extremely serious internal injuries at that moment.

Zhu Luan looked at his fingers and twisted them slightly.

Although she hadn't been able to go deeper just now, the familiar feeling was enough for her to recognize what this chill that even the Grandmaster couldn't bear was.

It is more appropriate to say that it is cold, but it is better to say that it is cold poison.

She had watched this kind of painful pain from a very close distance, so if it was her, Princess Yingluan, she would not be mistaken for this poison.

Just now she felt as if this man was in an endless cold abyss, in a sense, she was a prophecy.

Because this chill does come from the endless cold abyss.

Coming from the darkest place of the Great Zhou, it is only one of the prisons that imprisons the most heinous criminals, the Cold Ice Prison.

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