"Whew. {Sui}{dream} щ{suimеng][lā}" The dragon soul screamed uncomfortably, and rubbed against the relatively high temperature of the ink.

Although it hates this guy very much, for the sake of you being so weak, this dragon soul reluctantly condescends to cool you down.

As soon as Bai Xiaochang turned around, he read such a message from the arrogant and disgusted face of the dragon soul.

As soon as this thought came out, Bai Xiaochang suddenly sobered up again.

The body temperature of the dragon soul is a little higher than that of Mo's, and it is indeed good to warm up in this cold place...... Pet.

However, Mo, whose body temperature was already not low, felt a hotter mass leaning over, groaned uncomfortably, and reached out to get the dragon soul that had just leaned over from his body, but who knew that not only did it not get it down, but it also climbed up from his waist and nested next to his neck.

Bai Xiao often heard the voices coming from time to time behind him, and could imagine what kind of scene it was.

The unconscious ink was too weak and was not the opponent of the little dragon soul at all.

But after such a toss, he sweated and fell asleep again.

Seeing that he didn't move, the little dragon soul also felt bored, and honestly nestled next to his neck to keep warm.

…

I don't know how long later, my head was still a little drowsy, and Mo opened his eyes, and what he saw was a white ice wall, surrounded by only a small pinch of firelight, exuding a faint temperature.

And on the side of the neck, there is also a fluffy heating body.

He got up slowly, only to feel that his shoulders and neck were unusually sore, and he couldn't hold back the uncomfortable feeling, he reached out and lifted up the little dragon soul that had just woken up and was in a daze, and threw it out.

The dragon soul screamed when it touched the ice, and all the originally supple hairs exploded.

Rubbing his sore arm, he sat up.

Before he could sit up straight, a moist and warm cloth fell from his forehead and fell on his lap.

He looked at the cloth a little confused, and then he heard footsteps, and the "whoop" sound of the little dragon soul as if complaining.

After hearing Mo's movements, Bai Xiaochang ran over and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?" ”

"I didn't ...... What's wrong with your hand? Although Mo's brain is a little muddy now, he is still sober, and he suddenly saw that Bai Xiaochang had a problem with his hand.

His consciousness gradually became clearer, his eyes looked at her hand that was frozen to purple, his heart felt as if he had been pricked by a needle, uncomfortable, but he didn't want to say it.

Bai Xiaochang didn't even glance at his hands, stretched them out, and didn't care about the expression on his face at all: "Ah, this, I just touched the ice for too long, and the blood is a little unsmooth." ”

The expression on his face was not caring, as if the hand would really recover quickly.

But in fact, the limit of what she can do is to stretch out her hand, and she has no feeling in her hand at all, and she doesn't even feel cold.

She had been touching the ice for so long, and she didn't know what she had been touching for so long.

I don't feel anything.

Mo reached out to grab her hand, and it was so cold that he couldn't help but shudder, and lowered his head and muttered, "Lie to whom." ”

Bai Xiaochang subconsciously wanted to stop, but after thinking about it, he held back.

"Don't touch it, it won't be useful if you touch it again." Mo grabbed her hand and put it on the dragon soul to warm up.

The dragon soul was so cold that it almost went crazy, and finally felt sorry for the master, so he endured it.

"Why, how do you know if you don't try it?"

"Because the array is outside."

"What?!"

……

"Why are they gone?"

Mochaka looked at the empty place in front of him in despair, and he saw it when he caught up, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye? ：. .c