Meng Bo looked around, and then looked at Zhao Ying, he had a lot of doubts and wanted to ask Zhao Ying. Seeing Zhao Ying's white lips, straight eyes, and a little trance-like look, the doubts in Meng Bo's heart couldn't help but turn into worry.

Seeing that Zhao Ying was so weak, Meng Bo hurriedly ran up. But before she arrived, Zhao Ying couldn't stand staggeringly. Meng Bo quickly stepped forward and supported Zhao Ying, but Zhao Ying seemed to lose consciousness all of a sudden and fainted in Meng Bo's arms.

Although Zhao Ying looks like an ordinary cultivator, she has been weak and sickly since she was a child, and this time she braved the heavy rain to go out to find food for Mengbo, which caused her to contract a very serious wind cold.

Meng Bo's hand stroked Zhao Ying's forehead, and the temperature of her forehead was so hot that her hands burned. Meng Bo didn't have time to think about it, so he carefully picked up Zhao Ying in his arms and slowly put her on the bed.

But Zhao Ying's clothes were already soaked at this time, and if she continued like this, something would definitely happen. In desperation, Meng Bo tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, blindfolded her eyes tightly, and groped for Zhao Ying's clothes little by little to help her take them off. Although it will touch Zhao Ying's soft skin from time to time, this is indeed a helpless move.

Then Meng Bo covered the quilt on the bed on Zhao Ying's body. He slowly untied the strip of cloth that was covering his eyes, and looked at Zhao Ying on the bed, his tightly closed eyes and dry lips that were so dry that they were cracked, which made Meng Bo feel great pity in his heart.

recalled the appearance when he first saw Zhao Ying, and then looked at Zhao Ying in front of him, and Meng Bo blamed himself deeply in his heart. He couldn't help but complain to himself, "If Zhao Ying hadn't been allowed to follow at the beginning, she wouldn't have suffered so much at this time!" Meng Bo raised his hands and condensed a wave of resentment. He wanted to use his cultivation to ward off the cold for the heavy snow, otherwise the heavy snow might be life-threatening.

What Meng Bo never expected was that his resentment could not enter Zhao Ying's physical fitness. At this time, Meng Bo thought, could it be because the resentment could not be fused with the spiritual power? So he tried his spiritual power again, and sure enough, as expected, the spiritual power of his intermediate monk could really enter Zhao Ying's body.

But not long after, Meng Bo was surprised to find that the body of this Zhao Ying in front of him was filled with a powerful force, and this power even surpassed the God Realm. Meng Bo didn't understand, Zhao Ying already had such a powerful power, why did she come to Su Ling Academy to take classes?

But in a moment, Meng Bo put all these questions behind him, it should be that Zhao Ying's body is the most important at this time, if he is not treated in time, Zhao Ying may not be able to survive tonight.

At this time, Mengbo's heart was very complicated. In front of him is Zhao Ying, who is hanging by a thread in response to his own life, and there is still a fierce snow outside that may encounter danger at any time, and Su'er has also fallen into the hands of the demons. This made Meng Bo look at his head and tail, and his heart was full of panic.

"No, I'm going to find Mengxue, she can't have an accident!" Mengbo was very worried about Mengxue. It's pouring rain outside, and the snow has never been in contact with the outside world since I was a child, so if I encounter any danger, I will be in trouble.

Just as Meng Bo walked to the door, he suddenly stopped. He looked back at Zhao Ying on the bed, he knew that as soon as Zhao Ying left, there would be no one to take care of him. But no one is as important as Fierce Snow, he can't lose his only sister!

He ruthlessly pushed the door open, but just as he was about to leave, Zhao Ying suddenly muttered in a trance, "It's cold, don't go!"

Zhao Ying was already burned at this time, and eighty percent of what she said was also a dream. But although Meng Bo knew that Zhao Ying was not calling for himself, when he thought of Zhao Ying, who was usually cold, struggling so helplessly, his heart couldn't help but soften.

Meng Bo hesitated for a moment, and a cold wind rushed in from outside the door. Meng Bo suddenly reacted and hurriedly closed the door.

He looked anxiously around the room, knowing that the thin quilt alone was useless in this cold grass hut, so he had to find something to make a fire. But it was pouring rain outside, and there was no dry firewood, and there was nothing in the house but a cold stone table.

Desperate, Meng Bo had no choice but to take off his robe and cover it on Zhao Ying's quilt. At this time, Zhao Ying was still trembling, her forehead was also burning very badly, and her life was hanging on the brink of death.

Meng Bo didn't dare to hesitate, he knew that if he couldn't force out the cold, Zhao Ying would definitely die. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, slowly got on the bed, lay down beside Zhao Ying, and hugged Zhao Ying with both hands.

Meng Bo lay outside the quilt, feeling extremely cold on his body. He shivered from the cold, and his consciousness began to blur. He hugged Zhao Ying tightly, but he slowly lost consciousness and fell asleep.

Soon after, Zhao Ying opened her eyes, she felt a little difficult to breathe, and her head was still dizzy. Zhao Ying gradually regained consciousness, and to her surprise, she was actually held in her arms by Meng Bo, and she was still naked. She wondered what Meng Bo had done to her, and her heart was full of atmosphere and fear.

Seeing Meng Bo hugging her naked self tightly, Zhao Ying's face leaked a rosy, this was the first time she had such intimate contact with the opposite sex, which made her feel very panicked.

She sat up, covered herself with the quilt and curled up tightly in the corner of the bed and cried. She couldn't think about what Meng Bo had done to her, and she felt extremely scared in her heart.

Her eyes were full of hatred, and she stared at Meng Bo on the side. She condensed a powerful force in her hand and wanted to kill Meng Bo with her own hands, but at this time she suddenly found that Meng Bo seemed to be a little wrong.

After a night of suffering, although Zhao Ying's wind chill has been forced out, Meng Bo seems to have caught a cold. Meng Bo was in a trance, his mouth kept calling for Mengxue, and his face was covered with cold sweat.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Ying seemed to understand something. She withdrew the strength in her hand, knowing that she seemed to have misunderstood Meng Bo. She exerted a force at the stone table not far away, and the clothes on the stone table instantly fell on Zhao Ying's body. At this time, she accidentally found the strip of cloth that Meng Bo threw to the side of the bed, and she seemed to understand everything at once, and her heart was much more comfortable.

Zhao Ying once again used a burst of strength and poured it into Meng Bo's body. Zhao Ying's powerful power was immediately absorbed by Meng Bo, and Meng Bo's body instantly became sweaty, and streams of cold air were forced out from his body.

Suddenly, a powerful force emanated from Meng Bo's body, and this power sucked Zhao Ying's consciousness to death. Zhao Ying reacted immediately, and struggled desperately with all her strength, but no matter how she struggled, she couldn't get rid of the attraction of this force, and finally was sucked in by this extremely strong force.

Zhao Ying, who was sucked in by the power of Meng Bo, seemed to have come to an unknown space. There was chaos here, and powerful forces crisscrossed and danced in this mysterious space. Zhao Ying cautiously explored the place, and a powerful force passed through her.

Zhao Ying walked for a long time, but she never found the exit here, she stood calmly in place, closed her eyes tightly, and felt the power here.

Suddenly, a mysterious figure appeared in front of Zhao Ying's eyes, but she didn't show the slightest panic. She slowly approached the figure, looked at the figure and said, "Is this your consciousness, Mo Yi." ”