The air was like a layer of ice that instantly enveloped Mo Qingye, and the body was as hot as fire, but the outside of the body was as cold as a deep pool. He didn't struggle, and he didn't have the room to resist anything.

But in the eyes of the painting bones, he is using this method to confuse himself again.

He became more and more angry, and pushed him the back and said, "Go over there!" ”

Then, he said to the courtyard door, "Xing'er, take the chain." ”

Mo Qingye was vague about his words, and only felt that the only bit of consciousness that remained in his brain was also frozen in the extreme cold.

He was pushed by the painting bones to a tree with snow-covered branches, and from outside the door came the sound of shackles from far and near, and after a while, Xing'er pushed the door in, and said respectfully, "Here you are, master." ”

"You get out." Painted Bone took the chain, shook it, and smiled, "Baby, what do you think of this tree?" ”

Mo Qingye's eyes looked at a certain place emptyly, but he didn't raise his head with his words, the cold wind blew his hair, and in an instant, ice crystals were wrapped on the three thousand green silks. The soaked clothes were also quickly frozen, and the body under the thin clothes loomed. Holding one end of the chain in his hand, he shook the thumb-thick shackles casually, and looked up at the branches with an admiring gaze, "This view is really good, be careful, how about you enjoy the scenery under this tree?" With that, he pulled Mo Qingye over fiercely, and wrapped the iron rope around his hands and feet with bitter hatred, and locked it firmly. Then he raised his hand, and with a bang, the other end of the sharp iron cone brushed down and locked it into the trunk, "It's a little hard to stand, but you can't sit down, cluck." ”

Taking a few steps back, the painting bone clapped his hands, very satisfied with his snow tree masterpiece, "And be careful of your liver, from tomorrow onwards, I will personally bring you food, cluck." ”

Although he was confused, Mo Qingye could still feel the cold and pain. Qinghui was like a yarn and the moon was like water, and it fell coldly between his hair, reflecting the crystal clear ice crystals on it, "Let me die." He spit out three words lightly, without any anger or unwillingness, as if he had just said a very ordinary word.

"Dead? Haha, that's not possible. Painted Bone approached him and stroked his clothes with great pity, "Cool, I know that your blood is cold." ”

The dark blue eyes seemed to be staring at him, but they didn't, and then said softly, "Whatever you want, I will give you everything, only, just ask for ...... You let me die. ”

"I won't let it, I can't bear it, giggle."

The smiling flower branches trembled, and then shouted in vain, "Stay honest for me!" ”

The words fell, and a roll of red clothes disappeared into the courtyard.

The huge courtyard instantly returned to dead silence. Mo Qingye tried to struggle twice, but the shackles firmly locked at his wrists and ankles instantly tightened him, and he couldn't move for half a minute, as long as he moved a little forward, the strength of the chain would increase by a point, and he was clamped to his bones, the greater the struggle, the greater the strength of the restraint, if he forcibly got rid of it, the consequence would be that the bones would be shattered. Then he smiled indifferently, and leaned weakly against the trunk of the tree, now he had no strength to break free. The stars hung in all directions, and a little starlight fell into the bottom of his eyes, so shining, although he had gone through so many hardships before, there was no place that could be compared to this moment, this kind of pain and shame was difficult to bear and describe.

"It's really cold, huh." Mo Qingye muttered to himself, self-deprecating.

The snowflakes between the branches fell with the wind, and the seedlings swept in front of his eyes, a beauty that could not be touched.

Thinking of this time of year, he mostly drank and laughed with Bai Wei in the mansion, how carefree.

Gone are those days. In this life, do you still have the opportunity to drink with them?

And they, are they still alive?

Consciousness drifted away again, and the mind was once again covered with emptiness.

There was always a lonely smile on the corner of his mouth.

I felt that every breath I exhaled was so hot, as if I wanted to set myself on fire.

Then he fell asleep in a daze.

The dream is also so cold, and it is to the bone.

Until, someone shouted in his ear, "Master, he fainted!" ”

It turned out that when Xing'er came to serve the blood soup as usual, she found a figure standing under the tree, covered with crystal ice and snow, and a thin layer of ice crystals wrapped around his tall and emaciated body, which looked like an ice sculpture. The apricots weren't surprised, but at the moment the man seemed to be out of breath. She reached out and put her hand under the tip of his nose several times, but she couldn't feel his breath at all.

Broken, dead! But she didn't dare to blurt out death directly, for fear that her master would blame, so she shouted like this.

Mo Qingye also faintly heard a voice exclaiming from a long distance, but he couldn't open his eyes, as if he weighed a thousand pounds. The body had lost consciousness, except for the cold, which was still bottomless.

Apricot shouted, a bone-soaked cool breeze blew, and a red and bright shadow swirled in front of her, "What's the matter, what a fuss." Painted bones and eyebrows were deeply impatient, glanced at the person under the tree, and smiled coldly, "Don't worry, he can't die." It's really ignorant, I've been with me for so long, and I'm still careless when I encounter something! ”

The master was angry...... Apricot said he passed out. ”

"Bring water."

"Yes."

The maid received the order, and hurriedly went into the house and brought out a basin of warm water, and the painting bone stretched out her fingertips to test the temperature of the water, and was very annoyed and shouted, "It's too cold!" It's getting worse and worse. ”

"Apricot is going to change." The maid was frightened away by the soul he scolded, and in a blink of an eye came out with a basin of steaming boiling water.

"Stupid, stupid! Is it going to burn my body if it's so hot? Don't look over and sigh, he still has a little pity for his close-fitting little maid, "Okay, go down." ”

"Yes." Apricot took three steps back, turned sharply and walked out of the yard, at this time it is better to disappear quickly, so as not to harm the pond fish.

The door was closed again, and he walked up to Mo Qingye with a charming smile, stretched out his hand and patted his cheek, "How is it hearty and liver, does it taste good?" ”

The python is a cold-blooded animal, and such a temperature will not freeze to death, even if the night is colder, it will not hurt his life, at most it will be a sin. Hua Gu thought about it in his heart, so he was extremely indifferent, and kicked the basin on the ground with the tip of his shoe, "It's almost." ”

The weather was very cold, and the water cooled quickly, and then he sneered and bent down, picked up the basin of water and poured it on Mo Qingye from head to toe, the water temperature was just right, it would not burn the skin, and it could make people feel painful.

After a faint cough, the green eyes slowly opened a line. It turned out that he was still alive. The lonely moon in the night sky came into his eyes again, and the white light and shadow revealed boundless despair.