There was a deathly silence around me, so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat. It was as if she was alone in a huge empty tomb, no matter how much she cried and screamed, no one answered.

Could it be that Ye Feng is dead?!

Yan Ziyuan only had her hands on her body to move in a small area, and she groped around like crazy, surrounded by big stones, sharp and round, squeezing around her.

She was stuck in the gap between the stones, barely able to move.

At this time, she realized that she was really buried in the ground!

The shadow of death hangs overhead.

"Ye Feng! Ye Feng! Ye Feng ...... Where are you? The huge panic made Yan Ziyuan's voice choked, and it was a little sharp and poignant.

Could it be that she is buried here?

Is Ye Feng dead?

No--

Her hands groped around frantically: "Ye Feng, Ye Feng, you answer me...... Don't ignore me...... I'm scared...... I'm telling you, I'm scared ......"

Suddenly, there was a sound of stones around her, and a hand gently held her trembling hand......

She was startled, and then she tentatively grabbed a piece of driftwood like a drowning person: "Ye Feng? Be...... Is that you? “

The hand shook her again, although the strength was light, but firm, and the hoarse voice came, but with the same calmness as ever: "Don't be afraid, it's me." ”

It was Ye Feng.

He's alive!

Yan Ziyuan's heart that had been hanging in the air for a long time finally fell slightly, and tears flowed out, she held his hand tightly, as if she had finally held a lean, and grievances and panic came up: "Are we buried alive?" You...... How are you? ”

Ye Feng gently patted her little hand with a wet palm: "I...... It's okay. ”

His hands were cold and wet, Yan Ziyuan became nervous again, and wanted to grope his hands with his backhand: "Why are your hands so wet?" Is it blood? Is it blood? You're hurt?! Is it serious? Is it serious? ”

There were a few rocks between her and Ye Feng, Ye Feng's hand was forced to squeeze through the cracks, she couldn't see Ye Feng's expression clearly, let alone check his injuries, and her heart was lifted again.

Ye Feng slowly withdrew his hand and said lightly: "No, this is the blood of the magma dragon." ”

Ye Feng's voice was still calm and calm, and his breath was also very stable, not like he was injured, Yan Ziyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She put her hand into Ye Feng's hand again: "Ye Feng...... Are you holding my hand...... I'm afraid ......" The voice was a little fragile and tentative, as if as long as Ye Feng refused, she would collapse.

However, she inexplicably believed in her heart that Ye Feng would not refuse her.

Ye Feng has never refused any of her requests, even if it is an unreasonable and ridiculous request, Ye Feng will do it for her without saying a word.

Ye Feng gently held her hand, which made Yan Ziyuan feel a lot more relieved, but her body was still trembling slightly.

Ye Feng shook her hand a little harder, and his voice was a little seductive: "Zi Kite, don't be afraid...... I'm here. ”

Don't be afraid, I'm here.

Hideous and bloody, when the monster opened its big mouth, he hugged her, covered her eyes, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm ......"

The wind and snow are merciless, and when the sleigh is about to collapse, he pats her, warms her with his body heat, and comforts: "Don't be afraid, I'm ......"

Now, they are buried in the ice field nearly 10,000 meters deep, no one knows, when she struggles in pain, it is his calm voice that brings her the courage to live.