Feng Aojun's breathing became weaker and weaker, and his face turned pale from the cold.

I couldn't help but curse the man in my heart, although she did a bad thing with good intentions just now, but her heart to save him was sincere, you won't die without saving it.

The man still didn't move.

Forget it, it's better to ask for someone than to beg for it, Feng Aojun gritted her teeth, she must not let this cold take her life.

Suddenly, the half-squinted eyes suddenly opened, and a touch of perseverance made Feng Aojun's eyes even darker, as if those small eyes were condensing endless power.

Her pale fingers gripped the man's wrist tightly, a touch of warmth seeping through her skin and seeping into the blood, but it was quickly drowned out by the cold.

She held his wrist and tried to stand up, her expression was more determined than ever.

The astonishing perseverance in Feng Aojun's eyes moved the man's cold expression slightly, and he recalled the woman on the cliff who danced with strange steps.

There was such a resolute look in her eyes.

That small figure contains a powerful explosive force.

There is no woman in the world who can make his gaze stay for a moment, but when he was on the cliff, she actually distracted him for a moment.

"Good luck for you." The man whispered.

He came to Feng Aojun and sat down in his robe, his hands formed a strange magic seal on his chest, and a ball of purple light formed into a ball. With a backhand push, the purple light pierced into the wound on Feng Aojun's back.

His hand warmed her back, and a chill continued to leak from her body. Feng Aojun's pale face gradually regained its ruddy color as the cold decreased.

Warmth was rushing in Feng Aojun's blood, and the deep chill was expelled in an instant, like a warm early spring, the snow gradually melted, revealing the reviving earth.

As the last trace of cold air was withdrawn, Feng Aojun's complexion completely returned to its normal color, and the man's hand left her back.

"Alright." He whispered, as if tired.

Feng Aojun adjusted his breathing, turned around and was about to say thank you to the man, but suddenly saw the man's face change, rapidly pale as frost, and a mouthful of blood rushed out of his mouth.

A little blood splashed on each other's clothes in a shocking way.

Feng Aojun was shocked, and hurriedly supported his crumbling body, only to find that his body was as cold as Fang Cai's own!

"Why is it so cold?"

"You've done a good job." The man said with difficulty, Fang Cai's ruddy face was immediately as pale as plaster, and between his breaths, the coldness was heavy, "The lake water suddenly froze, and it was my cold poison in the body." You clapped your hands twice, but it was quite chic...... But it cost me nothing. ”

“……”

That cold poison was so powerful that it actually froze the entire Wanye Forest!

Feng Aojun swallowed her saliva: "I really don't have a heart. ”

The man said: "Yu Han was originally sealed by me with vitality, but now when he casts a spell, it spreads on his own. ”

At this time, it was superfluous to say words of gratitude, Feng Aojun supported him and said, "What other way is there to clear the remaining cold?" As long as there exists in the world, I will do it. ”

The man didn't answer, he pushed Feng Aojun away a little, his hands were flexible, and he formed a magic seal on his chest. A mighty force spread out from his body, and a powerful purple light burst out from his hand and rushed into the air.

Crystal clear purple light particles fluttered from the sky like a scattered ceiling, gradually forming a beautiful enchantment like mist around the man.

Those white cold airs rose in the enchantment, and the void was like fog and smoke, and the purple light was set against it, which was beautiful.