The cold wind blew her clothes and danced, and she couldn't feel any heat on her body.

The cold air on the ice penetrated into her body, and her hands and feet were numb and stiff from the cold.

But she lay there motionless. The cold moon was frosty, and the cold moonlight poured down on her.

The night of the Ice Purgatory was even more chilling, almost freezing an inch from the inside out.

In the moonlight, her face was as pale as snow, and the blood stains on her clothes were clumped into ice crystals, hard and shining, exuding a hazy glow under the moon.

There was no trace of blood on her lips that were originally like cherry blossoms, and her eyes, which had always been as bright as stars, were dark and dull without a trace of brilliance, as if no matter how brilliant the brilliance was, she could not enter her eyes, and all of them were swallowed up by darkness.

She lay quietly all night.

She never imagined that she would have such a time, lying alone on the ice field, watching the morning sun tear through the darkness little by little, slowly rising from the cracks.

There was a ray of sunlight shining on her, on her pale face. Her body was gradually plated with a layer of golden light, and the whole person was extremely dazzling on the ice, like a glowing angel, but in her eyes, there was a coolness that could not be compared to the cold moon last night.

The sunlight is getting stronger and stronger, but Ning Xuemo can't feel a trace of warmth, the cold has entered the body early, as if she is terminally ill, and now this belated sunlight has no effect. Ning Xuemo looked at the flowing clouds in the sky for a long time, and finally closed his eyes silently.

She has been fighting hard to survive since the crossing, and she has never despaired in difficult times. Now her heart is full of despair......

……

"Peng" broke another teacup.

Yelu Jing'an didn't know how many times he had cleaned the pieces of the teacup in the past few days, and he looked at Emperor Zun's increasingly sinking expression, and a touch of ominousness crossed his heart.

But there were some things he didn't dare to ask, let alone ask, so after respectfully cleaning the pieces, he silently retreated.

Shen Jiuli's expression became worse and worse, getting colder and colder, and at the same time, the anger in his heart became more and more vigorous.

He didn't use any cruelty when he sealed her mental power, as long as she tried a little harder, she could break the seal and meditate to keep out the cold.

But she didn't do anything, lying on the ice unscrupulously, what is she?

Hell-bent on death?!

Looking at her body buried in snow, his heart couldn't help but turn into a ball of .......

……

When Ning Xuemo woke up again, it was dark again, but this time the night was completely dark, and the cold moon of last night was gone.

Ning Xuemo gave up on herself for two days, and her body was almost stiff.

Her heart finally calmed down, and she couldn't make any waves, she only felt tired, extremely tired.

It seems that it is not bad to sleep here for a long time.

For the past two days, she lay motionless on the ground, and the snow almost buried her, leaving only a pale and bloodless little face exposed.

Ning Xuemo made up her mind that she couldn't sleep, maybe she would be able to go back and go back to her own world when she really couldn't sleep...... Don't care about the birds of this world!

So after looking at the sky for a while, she fell asleep again.

This time she had a dream.

In the dream, it was the distant past life, the unruly and chic agent boss Ning Xuemo.

Ning Xuemo stood quietly aside, looking at her majestic and confident past life, and suddenly a sense of trance arose in her heart.

Obviously, it was only ten years, but Ning Xuemo felt that she was a lot older