The moon rose a little higher, and the moonlight flowed quietly, adding another sparkle to the thick snow through the mottled shadows of the trees.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, and occasionally two beast roars could be heard from afar, and in this silent space, only the overlapping figures of the two could be seen.

In the pine bushes that fell horizontally, Song Huaizhu jumped up lightly with Zhu Luan on his back, and when Zhu Luan came, he wasted a lot of strength in the face of this pile of tree trunks like obstacles for jungle exploration, but Song Huaizhu's figure swept between the trunks and branches and leaves was as light as a feather and as fast as lightning, and his feet did not stop at all, but his movements were as precise as if he had calculated countless times in advance.

It's not at all like he's recovering from a serious illness and carrying a person on his back.

If it weren't for the fact that the man's back was as cold as a steel plate, it would be difficult for Zhu Luan to imagine that the frozen half-dead person before.

This man is simply not human.

Soon the two came to the end of the pine forest, and Zhu Luan returned to the road where Fang Cai Ayuan sent her over, but the person carrying him on his back was changed.

Song Huaizhu stepped on a piece of broken silver, carrying Zhu Luan on his back and walking towards the lights in the distance.

Although the strength of the cold poison had just passed, and his body was out of strength for a while, Song Huaizhu did not slow down.

"Are you cold?" Song Huaizhu carried Zhu Luan up the hill on his back and suddenly asked.

Zhu Luan restrained the surging blood in his chest, and shook his head on his back, "It's not cold," she said.

Hearing the woman's voice low above her head, Song Huaizhu tilted her head, her chest shook slightly when she spoke, and before the voice arrived, the feeling reached him.

His arms were frozen stiff, but his body wasn't as cold as it had been before.

The temperature of the woman on his body was really transmitted to him.

Just now, when the woman smiled and said that, he remembered that he didn't know what to say for a moment.

He rarely interacts with women, and he doesn't meet any women in the place where he cultivates, and only occasionally when he goes to the Sword Pavilion, he occasionally gets entangled with women.

But even if Song Huaizhu has no experience in contact with women, he also knows that normal women will not talk like this. That's how it should be.

Again, that's the same sentence. The woman in front of her is really ............ It's so unreserved.

When Song Huaizhu refused on the grounds that her body was too cold and she was afraid that she would frostbite her, this woman actually said that she was not afraid of the cold, but she was really too lazy to walk tonight.

It was useless to continue such an argument, Song Huaizhu had no choice but to carry her, only hoping to send her back as soon as possible.

Just as she was lying on his back, he heard the woman say with a smile in his ear, "It will be warmer to hold me." ”

It's all about what to write and what.

Song Huaizhu looked at the meditation room not far away and shook his head, as if he wanted to forget what had just happened.

Isn't it cold?

"What a woman with a mouth full of lies." Song Huaizhu said suddenly.

"What a man with a mouth full of lies." The woman on her back replied.

Song Huaizhu was silent again.

Even if the woman didn't tell the truth, there was one thing that was true.

Carrying her on her back really warmed a lot.

The scorching temperature of his back and hers gradually spread throughout his body, so warm that he actually felt a little sleepy after being tortured for most of the night.

I'll probably get a good night's sleep tonight.

Walking through the mountains and forests, a high wall covered with snow appears in front of you.

Song Huaizhu's sleeves fluttered, and he flew straight up with Zhu Luan, walking in the void like climbing a ladder, Zhu Luan saw a flower in front of his eyes, and found that he was already standing at the top of the high wall of Lingyan Temple.

Not far away, you can also see the guards patrolling outside the meditation room.

The man's aura became very light, and even if a cultivator could probe it, it would probably be difficult to spot him.

Standing at the head of the wall, the figure was scattered, and the snow on the tiles was not half brushed off.

Then there was a whistling wind in Zhu Luan's ears, and when she came back to her senses, Song Huaizhu had already jumped down with her and stood under the big tree where A-Yuan had squatted.

Zhu Luan lowered his head and found that even if he fell from such a high place, Song Huaizhu's footprints were shallower than Ah Yuan's.

A little dust.

"This is it," Zhu Luan said as he looked at the familiar windowsill, "Thank you for sending me back." ”

Song Huaizhu opened his mouth, but finally remained silent.

He walked slowly to the window, this window could only be pushed open from the inside, and Zhu Luan couldn't plug in the latch when he left.

Song Huaizhu put his palm on the window sash, his palm seemed to have suction, and the window was opened.

The warm smell came to the face, with the sweet smell of the tent incense peculiar to the palace.

Song Huaizhu's eyes flashed, and he stopped as if he was thinking about something, he adjusted his breath slightly, and then said in a low voice, "Let go." ”

Zhu Luan let go when he heard this, and his body slid down Song Huaizhu's back, falling into the snow in such an unsuspecting situation, it must have been very miserable.

The sky swirled, the jade tassel on Song Huaizhu's waist crossed an arc, the cold arm supported Zhu Luan's back, and took her to flip in the air, Song Huaizhu turned around, and Zhu Luan was wrapped into his arm.

Song Huaizhu's movements were extremely fast, touching and retracting, and quickly hugged Zhu Luan to the windowsill.

It's like getting rid of some kind of flood beast.

Zhu Luan inexplicably remembered the king of Xin'an County, who was at a loss in Duyun Tower at that time, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was in a somewhat happy mood.

Song Huaizhu stood in front of her, silently looking at the girl sitting on the windowsill, her body was still surrounded by a quiet and cold atmosphere, her misty eyes could not see her emotions, and her half-hidden face under the white jade mask was hazy, and she looked more and more indifferent under the bright silver moon.

Song Huaizhu looked at Zhu Luan and said in a flat voice, "I'll go first." ”

Zhu Luan smiled casually, "Go slowly." ”

Song Huaizhu took a few steps, suddenly turned around in the moonlight, looked at Zhu Luan and said, "It's really not cold now." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Zhu Luan to respond, he immediately turned around, touched his chest, and disappeared into the snowy night with his toes.

Zhu Luan was stunned, smiled, turned around on the windowsill, and put the legs that were originally on the outside inside. she

He took a deep breath of the warm fragrance of the house, leaned over and took off his soaked socks and threw them in the corner, jumped lightly, and stepped barefoot on the soft blanket spread on the floor in the room.

Zhu Luan walked towards the stove in the corner of the house, threw in two pieces of silver charcoal, and dialed the sparks.

The warmth spread from head to toe, Zhu Luan rubbed his heart that was a little numb by the ice, and yawned.

"Coming back?" The cold voice of a woman sounded in the room.

Zhu Luan was stunned, turned to look at the big bed in the house, Princess Jinyang was lying at the head of the bed with her eyes closed, looking like she was asleep, but at the moment when Zhu Luan looked over, the woman on the bed opened her eyes and looked at her for a moment.

"Jinyang," Zhu Luan smiled, "You're awake." ”

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