"Really?" I don't know if it's because the cold poison has not disappeared, the fog in Song Huaizhu's eyes is thicker, he glanced at Zhu Luan fixedly, and then looked up at the moon hanging high, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"Now it's ...... Isn't it time to be ugly? He asked rhetorically in a calm voice.

Zhu Luan recalled the time of the dripping when he came out, compared the position of the moon in the sky, nodded and said, "It should be the middle of the night." ”

"In the middle of the night?" Song Huaizhu was stunned.

Every time he had an attack, he had to go through at least three hours of painful torture, and he had to lose half his life before he could wake up from the ice.

This time, although the pain in his body did not decrease by a few points, it was the first time that he regained consciousness so quickly.

He seemed to have had a dream, although when he woke up, he could no longer remember the contents of the dream, but the remaining waver in his heart made him understand that he should be the dream he often had.

He could vaguely see the night that he had dreamed of countless times, and the time that seemed to be burning, but when he opened his eyes, it was still the familiar wind and snow, the familiar mess.

If there is anything different from before, it is that there is a little woman squatting in front of her barefoot.

He could see at a glance that the woman in front of him was perfunctory to himself, and the woman in front of him knew that he knew that she was perfunctory to him.

He was so used to the way the woman spoke that she couldn't ask anything if she didn't want to tell you.

Although he tried his best to maintain his consciousness, the cold poison had corroded him too much, and it was already more and more dangerous every time, if he hadn't entered the unclear realm earlier than Master expected, it was likely that it would be difficult to wake up again just like Master's prophecy.

Because he was worried that Xue Zhai would make a strong twist, Song Huaizhu avoided him and planned to survive this attack alone.

But I didn't expect it...... This time it was the shortest episode......

Song Huaizhu looked at the moon in the sky again, it had been less than two hours since he had an attack.

What's going on?

In the endless cold, he could only recall the warmth of the moment and the fingers that seemed to stay on his cheeks. But he didn't know if it was a hallucination he was immersed in a dream, or if the strange woman had done something.

Song Huaizhu's fingers touched the white jade mask, moved to the knotted buckle next to his ear, and touched it thoughtfully.

He was silent for a while, then suddenly looked into Zhu Luan's eyes and said, "You just now, do you want to unmask me?" ”

This time, Zhu Luan was stunned.

Is there still a sense of consciousness in the midst of such pain? This man is simply terrible.

Seeing the expression of the woman in front of him, Song Huaizhu understood that he should have guessed more or less correctly, but it was always a little embarrassing to be caught by the main owner, and the woman in front of him was stunned for a short time, but she returned to that calm appearance.

"Originally, I had this plan," Zhu Luan stood up, "but after thinking about it, I didn't think much about it," she said.

"Now that you've regained consciousness, I'll go back first," Zhu Luan patted off the snow on his body, "You take care." ”

After all these twists and turns, even if her physique is not afraid of the cold, she can't afford to toss like this, feeling the coldness of her feet, Zhu Luan began to miss Princess Jinyang's warm and spring-like Zen room.

But as soon as she turned around, her hand was firmly grasped by a touch of coldness behind her.

The man's fingertips originally touched her wrist first, but for some reason he moved down again, and instead of pulling her wrist, he grabbed her palm with some rudeness.

His hands were indeed very cold.

As soon as he touched it, Zhu Luan stopped and immediately let go.

Zhu Luan turned around.

Song Huaizhu's expression suddenly condensed slightly, his eyes drooped, his slightly closed eyes seemed to be separated by a layer of thick fog, and he said after a long time, "Thank you this time, I'll send you back." ”

With that, he stood up holding on to the stump.

"No," Zhu Luan waved his hand, "You looked so uncomfortable just now, you better rest here for a ......"

Zhu Luan's voice became softer and softer.

The man stood up straight and slowly holding on to the stump, the first few steps were a little shaky, but the second step began to stabilize, the third step, the breath on his body was no longer disordered, and the fourth step seemed to return to the normal state.

"Every time I ...... In the near future, some fierce beasts will often appear in the mountains and forests," Song Huaizhu looked at Zhu Luan and said straightforwardly, "For the sake of your safety, let's go with you this time." ”

Zhu Luan had no intention of arguing with him, so he nodded.

Be sure to wear shoes next time you go out.

Song Huaizhu walked up to Zhu Luan and looked at her with some trouble.

"What's wrong?"

He held out his hand to her, but hesitated before taking it back.

"My hands are cold." He said.

Zhu Luan immediately understood that he was probably the same as Ah Yuan, planning to leave with him or behind his back, but he was worried about the impact of the cold on her body that had not yet dissipated.

Song Huaizhu's body is very clean, his breath is very clean, and when he was in Duyun Tower before, his movements were so regular that he couldn't do it.

I can even feel a little resistant to myself.

Zhu Luan glanced at his feet, moved to the side again, took another step away from him, and felt his body regain some warmth.

"It's okay," Zhu Luan said, "I can walk back by myself." ”

Song Huaizhu didn't speak, he exhaled slightly, and Zhu Luan noticed that he didn't have a white haze when the temperature around him was so cold.

His breath was as cold as the wind on a snowy night.

"You're cold, aren't you?" Zhu Luan opened his mouth and asked, although it was a question, but the tone was affirmative.

"I'm not cold." Sure enough, the man in front of him immediately replied.

Whenever he answered, it was his instinctive reaction to answer that he was not cold.

Zhu Luan looked at her wrist, although it was blocked by her sleeve, the wound on her wrist had healed.

After the meridians were reforged, although her soul was still unstable, the shock of her soul rarely appeared, and although she had just felt a chill to the bone, her body had regained its warmth.

Zhu Luan felt the smooth flow of the meridians in his body, and glanced at Song Huaizhu again.

"I've changed my mind," she said suddenly, "and you'd better take me back." ”

Song Huaizhu was stunned.

What do you say...... It's too unreserved.

Although the idea of hugging her or carrying her back flashed in his heart just now, the previous physical contact was all due to the woman's injury, and although the situation this time was inexplicable, it was always a little inappropriate.

Besides, with his current physical condition, it would be more comfortable for her to walk back by herself.

Being held by him, there is even a risk of frostbite.

He looked at the woman in front of him, he didn't believe that she, as a cultivator, would not know about it.

"I'm tired from walking all night, and my socks are wet, I kindly came here to wake you up, and I was still hurt by your internal force," Zhu Luan walked to his side and stretched out his hand to him, "You have to take responsibility." ”

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