After a long time, Hua Wuying was already much better, after all, her time at the bottom of the lake was not too long, and her cultivation was profound, so she finally recovered from the cold torture.

Leng Jiuming has been at the bottom of the lake for a long time, and he has used his abilities, so he didn't feel anything at first, but now that he saw that the flowers were unharmed, he put his mind at ease, once the person who had lost too much relaxed, all his senses were instantly sensitive to pain. His whole body began to tremble, and the tingling pain on his body continued to amplify.

Leng Jiuming's cold complexion was still a little dark, his long inky hair was like frost, covered with a white layer, Hua Wuying took Leng Jiuming's hand, put it to his mouth and breathed hot for him, and then kept rubbing it for him, until he gradually warmed up.

Leng Jiuming's injured right hand, which Hua Wuying had bandaged for him before, had already been loosened, and she simply completely dismantled the silk that was still tied to his hand, revealing the deep wound on his palm.

The wound on Leng Jiuming's palm rolled over, and it had been frozen white, and under the white roll, there was crimson flesh and blood. Seeing this injury, Hua Wuying's heart felt like a sword had been stabbed, and the blade pierced her heart while the force was still undiminished, constantly penetrating into the deepest part of her heart.

Hua Wuying's eyes were sour, and she couldn't say anything, the sword that should have been stabbed at her by the woman in black at the exit of the cave in the ground should have been her injury, but now the injury was deep in Leng Jiuming's palm, and the person who should have been soaked in the cold lake should have been her, but he, he had borne everything for her, but she couldn't do anything for him, although she knew that he didn't need it, but her heart was still not a taste.

Gently caressing the wound on Leng Jiuming's palm, Hua Wuying suddenly hugged Leng Jiuming tightly, she found his cold and pale lips, and all the words she wanted to say turned into that softness.

What dripping onto Leng Jiuming's demonic face, the sky was not raining, and the salty taste was the tears of the flowers.

The sky gradually darkened, and the Forest of No Return returned to its eerie quietness, and no one knew where those bloody centipedes had gone, and perhaps they had returned to their lair in the white bones.

The red, white and twin figures were reflected on the surface of the lake that had long since regained its calm, and no one bothered them, as if there were only these two people in this forest of no return.

Streamer Liujing and Fang Yao had already breathed well, they quietly looked at the couple by the Seven Star Lake, no one spoke, for fear of breaking the current tranquility. They just looked at Leng Jiuming and Hua Wuying silently, taking in every subtle movement of the two of them, the expressions in their eyes were different, no one knew what they were feeling in their hearts at the moment, whether they were envious or emotional or appreciative, no one could know except themselves.

Night is about to fall, Streamer Liujing and Fang Yao went to find some firewood, after the rainstorm, it is not easy to find some firewood that can be burned, fortunately, they still found it, although it is not much, but it is enough to burn for a while.

The flames burned, dissolving some of the cold brought by the frozen surface of Qixing Lake, and the burning fireworks steamed up the water vapor around them, and after the streamer took some dry food to Leng Jiuming and Hua Wuying, who were far away under the big tree, he and Liujing Fang Yao were alone on the side to roast the fire and eat dry food.

The burning firewood occasionally made a "crackling" sound, and at the same time splashed sparks, the forest of no return was still as quiet as ever, and the three of them silently ate the dry food in their hands without speaking, first, they were really tired after experiencing such a battle between people and the army of blood centipedes, and second, no one wanted to disturb the two people who lived and died together under the big tree on the side.

Hua Wuying's time underwater is not as long as Leng Jiuming's, after the fire, her body function has almost recovered, she luckily spiritual power, put her palm on Leng Jiuming's heart, and sent spiritual power to him, so as to warm Leng Jiuming's frozen body.

Leng Jiuming's face was very bad, not only because he had been cold for too long at the bottom of the lake, nor just because he had used his abilities, but because Hua Wuying didn't stay on the shore well, but jumped into the bottom of the lake to look for him.

Leng Jiuming was extremely dissatisfied with this matter, and could even be said to be angry, it was because he had just come out of Qixing Lake and had no time to pursue these, but now, seeing that Hua Wuying had recovered, he wanted to settle accounts after the autumn.

"I told you to put yourself in danger again, but not for me, do you know how dangerous it is for you to do that, and if you can't find me at the bottom of the lake, how are you going to leave?"

Seeing that Leng Jiuming was annoyed, Hua Wuying disagreed, she even hooked a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and said with a serious expression: "I will definitely find you, Jiuming, I said I would not let you leave me." ”

"I also said that you would wait for me. The body gradually warmed up, Leng Jiuming's voice was no longer as hoarse as before, seeing Hua Wuying was so disapproving, as if she had just almost walked away from the ghost gate, but just went into the water to play, Leng Jiuming's blue eyes were as blue as the sea There was a storm brewing for a while.

Hua Wuying raised her hand and gently brushed away the fallen leaves that happened to fall on Leng Jiuming's hair, the palm she placed in the water to hit the ice with luck, although the ice was not broken, but at this moment there was still a hot pain on the palm, the stinging sensation that had tightly strangled the thousand-year-old cold silk in her hand.

She didn't have time to blame Leng Jiuming for putting the thousand-year-old cold silk at the bottom of the lake, but instead he blamed her for jumping into the water to find him, she knew that he was worried about her, so was she worried about him less than him?!

But now is definitely not the time to quarrel over these, Hua Wuying forcibly suppressed the thin anger in his heart, looked at Leng Jiuming and said, "This is not the time to pursue these, have you got the dry bone frost flower at the bottom of the lake?"

Although nothing is more important than Leng Jiuming at the moment, including the dry bone frost flower that they are looking for, Hua Wuying has to change the topic, if it is to make Leng Jiuming entangled in the topic of her desperate jumping to the bottom of the lake to find him, it is difficult to guarantee that the two who are equally strong will not quarrel again. And what they are arguing about has happened before, and there is no solution to that question.

"The Dry Bone Frost Flower is here. Knowing that Hua Wuying was deliberately changing the topic, Leng Jiuming had to answer, he took out the frost box from his arms, and the dry bone frost flower obtained at the bottom of the lake had been kept in the frost box by him.

"But this dry bone frost is not complete. Just as Hua Wuying took the frost box from Leng Jiuming's hand, he heard Leng Jiuming add this coldly.

The Frost Box is incomplete. No—all!

Even if Hua Wuying, who had never known what the Dry Bone Frost Flower was, she knew that it was not a good thing when taken literally.