A faint cold light burst out of Yi Shuihan's cold eyes, staring closely at Jun Qiye behind Yi Bing.

"Brother Huang! Don't you understand! Xiaoxiao's death has nothing to do with Jun Qiye! ”

“！”

Yi Shuihan was startled, the anger in his heart was burning, why did his heart hurt so much when he suddenly heard the words "Feng Xiaoxiao is dead"?

He withdrew the spiritual power that was oppressed on Jun Qiye, turned around in a dashing manner, and left step by step......

Where to? He didn't know either......

He was even a little overwhelmed now, his heart was cold, and he was bitter, as if some treasure had been poached by someone else.

Suddenly, his beautiful eyes were full of hope again.

What's wrong with him, Feng Xiaoxiao will teleport! What if she teleported to save herself in a moment of crisis? I hope so......

Yi Shuihan was very fast, and he disappeared from the sight of the four of them after a while, even if there was a glimmer of hope, he didn't want to give up looking for Feng Xiaoxiao!

The other side.

Sure enough, in times of crisis, people can think of anything, and when Feng Xiaoxiao touched the hand of death when the snow covered her head, she suddenly remembered her teleportation!

She was suddenly a little glad that she was a WindClan, and the WindClan would have the ability to take care of their families, teleporting.

It's just that the scene in front of Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes is a little scary now......

The ground is full of blood, and the corpses are all over the ground, like a burial post!

Stepping on the pool of blood under her feet, Feng Xiaoxiao's heart gradually walked out of the "burial post".

"Huh?"

Just as Feng Xiaoxiao was about to walk out of the pool of blood, she was suddenly startled, stopped, and stared blankly at a familiar and longing corpse on the snow in the distance.

"Teleport!"

By the time Feng Xiaoxiao understood, she was already in a hurry, and she teleported to the corpse with a roar.

She stretched out her trembling hand and flipped the body lying on the ground little by little, hoping it didn't go her way......

"Ah......h

When she saw the face of the corpse clearly, Feng Xiaoxiao was so frightened that she was directly paralyzed on the ground.

"Nope! No, it won't! No, it won't! Mother! Mother!! ”

Feng Xiaoxiao roared like crazy, how she wanted to wake up the Allure woman who had already lost her body temperature in her arms.

However, it is impossible to wake up...... She's dead, Feng Xiaoxiao's mother, Fengyue Ji, she's dead......

Time passed minute by minute, I don't know when, snowflakes fell in the air little by little, Feng Xiaoxiao didn't notice it, she cried into a tearful person, and she didn't even feel unconscious, and she couldn't feel the temperature of the snow at all.

She gently put her face close to Feng Yueji's face, and the blood on Feng Yueji's face was stained on Feng Xiaoxiao's face little by little, and two tear stains slipped off Feng Xiaoxiao's beautiful cheeks, and the tears ran down her face and slid down Feng Yueji's face, which seemed to be the only temperature between the two.

I don't know how long Feng Xiaoxiao cried while holding Feng Yueji, I only know that she found Feng Yueji in the morning, and until now, the sun has only left a remnant of afterglow......

Gradually, Feng Xiaoxiao became a "snowman", and she could gradually feel the slightest coolness.

Feng Xiaoxiao wanted to get up and take Feng Yueji out of this bloody land and go to a holy meadow, she wanted to tell her a story, and she wanted to sleep with her mother who had been reunited for a long time......

Thinking about it, unconsciously, a teardrop slid down her cheek, followed the contours of her beautiful face, and smoothed to the center of the birthmark of the holy water on Fengyue Ji's forehead......

Suddenly, Feng Xiaoxiao only felt that it was dark in front of her eyes and fell asleep.