In the ant hole.

Yunxiang was already frozen by the extreme cold air on Feng Xingying's body and lost consciousness, but she still hugged Feng Xingying tightly.

Even if her temperature is limited, she must do her best to live and die with her lady.

Feng Xingying's consciousness also began to blur.

She didn't expect that she would die in this ant hole.

If she had given up on Yunxiang from Yi, she might have walked out of the ant hole at this time.

But Feng Xingying doesn’t regret it. People must always be a little persistent when they are alive.

Yunxiang jumped into the ant hole for her, and she Feng Xingying would not leave her alone.

Even if the final result is that two people will die.

Her consciousness became blurred.

Time is also a kind of torture for her.

But she didn't want to give up the last hope, even if it might not exist at all.

You will never give up until the last moment.

This is her Feng Xingying's principle of being a person.

The cold lips felt the slightly warm temperature.

Just like after a long night, rays of sunshine finally rose on the vast ice field, bringing back warmth to her frozen heart.

She wants more.

That warmth is her greatest attachment at this moment.

Her frozen wood's ice lips were slowly ignited by the point of being slowly ignited. Her soul also entered a subtle feeling of letting herself go.

She knew that someone was kissing her, and the familiar touch and breath made her think of his name Qin Molin immediately.

But she didn't want to resist.

After experiencing the biting cold, she needs warmth too much.

If you die next moment, what should those damn reserve do?

He skillfully pried open her cold lips and teeth and rolled up to her equally cold lips.

Every time he contacted him, he would be stabbed by her coldness, but he refused to give up.

God knew that when he saw her frozen into an ice sculpture, his anger burned throughout the ant hole.

Those rampant demon ants were crushed into powder under Qin Molin's powerful offensive.

His anger was so intense that he wished he could burn out the entire ant hole.

But when facing Feng Xingying who turned into an ice sculpture, he seemed cautious.

She was too fragile at this moment, and his fire would only melt her entire body into pieces.

He wanted her to live, and he could no longer bear the days without her.

Originally, his world was cold and cold. He was the high-ranking Lord of Tongtian Pavilion, and he was the cold king who kept people thousands of miles away.

This kind of life is a bit boring, but it won't be difficult to accept.

But since he appeared and he appeared the only kind of person in his heart, his heart lake has begun to fluctuate.

If she dies, it will be too painful to let him return to that cold world.

He wants her to live.

Faced with Feng Xingying in this state, his palms were sweating profusely, like a young boy, carefully trying to slowly melt the ice on Feng Xingying's lips with his lips and teeth.

"Feng Xingying, have you heard it? You are not allowed to die!"

He declared overbearingly:

"If you die, I will kill your maid, I will kill all the people in Ningzhou City, and I will turn your Dali Kingdom into ruins.

Have you heard it? I don’t allow you to die!”

She heard it.

She really wanted to reply to him: "So what if you kill all the people in the world? I'm dead, what does the people in the world have to do with me?"

Unfortunately, she still couldn't speak.

His lips were warmer than ever, and through her frozen lips and teeth, they melted the coldness in her mouth little by little.
Chapter completed!