The biting cold wind was as sharp as a blade.

Cutting the prince's cheeks, he had to tighten his neck, stretch out his pale fingers tremblingly, and put up his double-folded collar and wrap it around his face to ward off the strong wind.

Even so, Wang Zimo's eyebrows, eyelids, lips, and nostrils still had a layer of ice shackles, and he reached out to rub it, shivering, his fingers were frozen and unconscious, and his face suddenly tore in pain.

The prince did not dare to grin, for fear that his lips would crack open in the extreme cold. Even his lips did not dare to tremble with the trembling teeth.

He could only hold his arms and endure it, taking heavy steps to find the door in the mouth of Judge Lu in the endless white.

Ice Hell.

There is no day and night, there is no cycle of four seasons, and the vast snowfield is bright and lonely.

Walking on the ice, my feet have long since lost my feeling, but they are like a pestle on a wooden stick, and the pain in my heels goes deep into the bone marrow.

This pain constantly hit the numb brain, so that he was always awake and could not fall.

He wants to survive like never before, and he wants to live.

Once you fall, you can't get back up!

"If there is no wind in this world, it can still hold on, but this wind is stronger than the yin wind in the yellow spring under the bridge, and Bai Bingting's eyes are becoming more and more difficult to see, if you continue like this, how can you find a way to live?"

Hang on!

On the first day, Wang Zimo didn't know how far he had walked, and there were no landmarks behind him, so there was no way to defend himself.

He lost his judgment of time and his choice of direction.

You can only walk in the straight line you chose at the beginning, facing the wind, to the place where the wind is blowing.

The next day, the prince was so hungry and cold that his chest was pressed against his back, and his lips were purple and his hands and feet were bruised.

It stands to reason that even if he doesn't eat or drink, there is no problem at all for him to persist for three or five months in the early realm of Chenxing.

I don't know why, but the day after entering the ice hell, he actually felt hungry.

The body was getting heavier and heavier, and Wang Zimo wanted to give up several times, but he felt that the hurricane was getting stronger and stronger, and the temperature was getting lower and lower.

He couldn't help but lie on the ground, opening his mouth wide and trying to breathe.

The bitter wind poured into his mouth, not only did he not gasp for breath, but took away the last breath in his stomach.

He pressed his nose to the ground, his nostrils had long been blocked by ice, and only his mouth sucked the cold air into his lungs.

In an instant, it seemed like a branch had been poked in my stomach, and it hurt no matter how I moved.

On the third day, the prince's consciousness gradually disappeared and he was dying, his eyes had long been unable to see, and by relying on the slightest feeling, he finally climbed a small snowy mountain after all kinds of hardships.

He suddenly felt hot all over his body, and he couldn't help but peel off the placket to reveal his purple chest.

This is a sign that the body has lost its judgment of temperature in extreme cold, and it is a sign of imminent death!

The fingers were frozen and the flesh was blurred, and the brown blood and ice ballast were connected with the fresh flesh, and there was no pain, only the strong stubborn perseverance to support it.

Wang Zimo showed a rare smile on his face, and struggled to clasp the ice and snow to crawl forward, leaving a blood-red trail behind him.

The wind howled from the top of the hill and poured down the hillside like a flood.

Wang Zimo hurriedly crawled to the ground, tilting his head to avoid the blizzard.

Suddenly, he raised his head and found that there was an extra wall of ice in front of him!

The three-foot-high ice wall could be stepped over with just lifting his feet, but at this time, it seemed like an insurmountable barrier from Wang Zimo's eyes, discouraged him and made him desperate.

He tentatively turned around the ice wall, only to find that he was surrounded by three-foot-high ice, and he was trapped in an ice pit.

The strong wind continued to blow, tirelessly, slowly covering a thin layer of ice from the top of Wang Zimo's head.

The thin ice became thicker and thicker, as if an ice coffin had been specially prepared for Wang Zimo, and in less than half a cup of tea, his red body was covered in an ice pit.

"Ah, is it finally over?"

Wang Zimo felt that all around him were lying with the same ghosts as him, and they were frozen in the hills.

Perhaps this hill is built up layer by layer, or perhaps in a few years, it will become an iceberg, a huge ice coffin where countless souls are buried.

Gradually, Wang Zimo felt that the air was getting thinner, and he struggled to raise his foot and kick away the thin ice covering it, and before he could accumulate the strength to break the ice next time, the thin ice continued to cover, getting thicker and thicker.

Is this where I end up?

Abba, Mommy, Mo'er can't see you anymore; Daji, what are you doing, why don't you let your brother come with you and share your worries; Ruotong, I haven't had time to find you when I come to Jiuli; Mother-in-law, Mo'er has no talent, and can't go back to be the young master of the Divine Sect; Master Mu, Su Sanpo, Mingbao......

"Husband, where are you?"

Wang Zimo's mind gradually appeared Dai Xiaomo's sweet beauty, wearing a white dress, an oil-paper umbrella, naughty, infatuated, doing too much for him, the only small drawback is that he is a little short, as if he will never grow a bean.

Yes, it's beans, it's red beans, it's acacia beans!

"Husband, where are you!"

The prince was in a trance, and he felt Dai Xiaomo's voice getting closer and closer, and his light steps walked over the solid ice on his body.

He opened his eyes, and the ninja's sharp pain like pins and needles tried to look out, but he couldn't see anything.

"Husband, where the hell are you?"

Heard clearly, this time the prince could hear it clearly, Dai Xiaomo was nearby.

He wanted to scream.

I opened my mouth but couldn't make a sound.

His eyes swollen roughly, and he could see a shadow turn back and fade away.

Consciousness gradually blurred, lost the thought of loved ones, lost the desire to survive.

Wang Zimo closed his eyes in despair.

Two lines of scarlet blood and tears overflowed along the corners of his eyes, instantly frozen, turning into thoughts.

Zhaolu County, the residence of the Lu family.

Towering palaces are scattered in clusters, and glazed bricks and tiles shine in the setting sun. The heat was running unbridled in the middle of summer, and the steaming birds cowered silently in the shade under the canopy.

A ray of sunlight fell in front of the window through the willow leaves, and happened to be refracted by the mirror placed on the dresser, and fell on a pretty and tight face, which happened to show her red lips and angry.

The woman was dressed in a rouge-colored light gauze dress, the fabric was soft and silky, the light gauze was as thin as a cicada's wings, and her jet-black hair hung down to her waist, faintly revealing the emerald jade plaque hanging from the aqua blue ribbon.

This girl's little family jasper, who seems to be twenty-eight years old, has a pair of big eyes on her delicate face and stares angrily, and her little face is red like a big apple because of her anger.

She sat on the beauty bed made of golden silk nanmu, her small jade feet poked out of her skirt from time to time, and a pair of small hands rubbed the belt around her waist.

"Bad old man, sloppy old man, said to take me out to play, but brought me here. I've lived here for fifteen years, and finally moved to Dongqu, but I was not fresh enough to trick me back again, and I was angry...... Ben girl!"

The girl's name is Lu Zhidie, and she is the pearl of Lu Ke, the current head of the Lu family.

was abducted back to Zhaolu County by the great-grandfather, and under the strict supervision of the King of Han, he walked around from the tiger's mouth, and returned to this boudoir where he used to get along day and night.

But he went free, and threw himself into the empty house, and left behind a dead man covered in blood, and said that he would take her home whenever he woke up.

Do the math, it's been half a month.

Tomorrow is the beginning of autumn, but there is no sign of getting cooler on a hot day, but the heavy rain has just stopped, bringing a hint of coolness to the impetuous air.

Facing the big willow tree in front of the window all day long, listening to the cicadas, Lu Zhidie was about to go crazy, she ran to the next room every day, and looked at the person who was not moving on the bed in a daze.

Who the hell is he?

Why did it alarm the great-grandfather to rescue, and the great-grandfather was also injured a lot. Although he pretended to be casual on the surface, looking like he was happy and happy, in fact, Lu Zhidie knew in his heart that his grandfather was going to Yong Tai for medical treatment.

"Who the hell are you?"

"When will I wake up. ”

Lu Zhidie came to the next room again, the pair of eyes like a civet cat looked at her infatuately, and the cherry mouths opened and closed, as if she was asking the person on the bed, and as if she was asking herself when she would wait.