She stood up and said lightly: "Let's keep on rushing...?"

Ji Yunhuang stood up, without even looking at Tian Xueqing, pulled up Shui Shu and walked forward.

Tian Xueqing followed behind silently.

The snow field is strong and ink cannot stand the cold air, so Ji Yunhuang set up a barrier to isolate himself from the ink and the wind.

Shuimo muttered: "Brother Yunhuang, Sister Xueqing is also very cold, so you can set a barrier for her..."

Ji Yunhuang turned around and looked at Tian Xueqing when she heard this. After seeing that her expression was still indifferent, she turned back and continued to talk to Shui Mo.

Tian Xueqing felt cold all over, and the snow field was full of wind, and she almost lost consciousness. She looked ahead. She looked at the front. The ink looked very comfortable in the barrier, and walked forward with Ji Yunhuang talking and laughing.

A snowflake fell on her head, and Ji Yunhuang raised her hand to brush it away...

Every move, full of pampering.

Tian Xueqing opened her eyes.

She knew that she would never have the chance to be with this warmth.

The cold wind stimulated the hidden wounds in her body, and she couldn't help but cough.

Ji Yunhuang subconsciously turned around and saw her wipe the blood from the corner of her lips. He paused, and Shuimu turned around curiously, but Tian Xueqing had returned to normal. She pulled Ji Yunhuang's sleeve: "Brother Yunhuang, what's wrong?"

Ji Yunhuang paused slightly, and then continued to walk forward with Shuimiao, silently: "Nothing happened."

But when Shui Mo talked to him again, she said ten words, Ji Yunhuang might only answer one sentence, and seemed a little absent-minded.

After a while, Ji Yunhuang suddenly raised her hand, and a white light instantly enveloped Tian Xueqing. The wind and snow around her immediately became much smaller.

Ji Yunhuang set up a barrier for her?

Tian Xueqing looked at him in surprise, and said quietly for a while: "Thank you, Your Highness."

Ji Yunhuang ignored her and just continued to talk and laugh with Shuimu.

The sound of Tian Xueqing fell lightly in the wind, a little lonely.

She lowered her eyes slightly and told herself not to be self-indulgent. He just saw her pitiful. A slightly warm heart became cold again, just like the words that fell in the wind and no one answered.

The three of them walked for a long time. After all, Shuimu was a child and could not resist such a trek and could no longer hold on. She staggered. If Ji Yunhuang hadn't grabbed her in time, she would have fallen to the ground.

Shuimu looked at Ji Yunhuang pitifully: "Brother Yunhuang, A Mo is so tired..."

Ji Yunhuang glanced at Tian Xueqing, who was thin behind her and said, "Then let's take a rest."

The three of them sat down on the spot, Tian Xueqing and Ji Yunhuang were meditating, but Shui Mo couldn't sit still. Ji Yunhuang made her move so that she almost got into a devil several times. She had no choice but to open her eyes and asked, "A Mo, what's wrong with you? Where is it uncomfortable?"

The ink head shook like a rattle: "No, Amo is very good..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly screamed in his stomach.

Ink: “…”

She patted her stomach a little annoyed and said hurriedly: "Amo is not hungry at all!"

My stomach was unwilling to be outdone, and the sound was louder. Even Tian Xueqing, who was meditating not far away, opened her eyes and looked at them quietly.

Ji Yunhuang: “…”

He patted Shuimu's head helplessly: "Wait."

When he turned his head, his voice became much colder, and he said to Tian Xueqing not far away: "Take care for her."

Their food has been eaten, so they can only go hunting by themselves.
Chapter completed!