Plop, plop...

No one was more familiar with this sound than Mingyue, because from the moment she woke up, she heard this plop sound.

As Ding Ling's heartbeat recovered, his mouth slowly exhaled heat. Mingyue sucked hard, and then passed his breath to Ding Ling.

She raised her little hand with difficulty, slowly descended from Ding Ling's shoulder, and finally stopped at his cold fingertips.

"Pervert, hold on!" Mingyue's fingertips touched Ding Ling's fingertips, and then she disappeared instantly.

Back under the tree of life, she sat cross-legged and guided the cold spiritual power as Ding Ling's blood flowed.

...

Ding Ling only felt that he had a nightmare. In the dream, he ran wildly in the heavy snow in the sky, chasing the faint figures in front of him. But the wind and snow were getting heavier and he was finally covered by the wind and snow and fell to the ground.

Then the moon floated over, hugged him tightly, and used her body temperature to bring him a slight warmth.

So he woke up.

The sound of gurgling water came into his ears. He moved, and then found that he was actually full of pain. In shock, he turned over and then reached out to take out the flashlight.

Not far away was a magnificent river with no edges. Under him was a huge rock covered with his and Mingyue's clothes. He was stunned, and a bad feeling flashed in his heart.

"Bright moon, bright moon!" Ding Ling shouted in his heart, and then quickly put on his clothes.

"Stop calling." In my heart, Mingyue sat cross-legged under the tree of fate, her voice a little weak: "I'm fine. Hurry up and make a bunch of fire to roast yourself."

"Okay!" Hearing that Mingyue was fine, Ding Ling's biggest stone fell down. He took out charcoal and solid alcohol from the universe in his sleeve, and then lit it on the beach.

After the blazing flames rose, Ding Ling suddenly felt warm all over. He sighed and looked at the river in the distance and smiled: "Mad, I thought I was dead."

Before Mingyue could speak, he continued to say proudly: "I guess Feng Wanxue and Long Ling'er were scared, right? Thanks to you... Mingyue."

Unexpectedly, Mingyue ignored him. However, it was common for Mingyue to ignore him. He checked his life river and found that he had suffered minor damage. He took a pill of Shunling Pill and threw it into his mouth.

After the elixir takes effect, he prepares to recite the Creation of Heaven.

This ghost place should be under the abyss. Although the river beach is very long, Ding Ling is not going to explore. What he wants most now is to go back to Youxutian directly, and then stay in Youxutian for a few days, and after refining the elixir, he lied to deceive Feng Wanxue and Long Ling'er...

Then he will hand over the elixir to Bai Qianqian, which will be fulfilling his biggest wish.

However, when he recited the Kaitian Art, he had no reaction. He thought he had read it wrong and was preparing to try again...

Mingyue's weak voice came again: "Don't try it, the Kaitian Art is useless here."

"Ah!" Ding Ling slapped his head, and then he woke up and said with a sneer: "No wonder you have to use that stupid method to keep me warm. I just said... I thought you were going to eat my tofu on purpose!"

"But Mingyue, how do you go out?" He raised his head, looked at the darkness above his head, and smiled bitterly on his face.

Mingyue ignored her again. It was not until this time that Ding Ling finally felt something wrong with Mingyue - how could her voice be so weak, and she didn't even scold her when she made a dirty joke with her?

A slap in his heart, he quickly sank his spiritual consciousness under the tree of fate. With just a glance, he felt like he fell into an ice cave.

I saw that although Mingyue was sitting cross-legged under the tree of life, her whole body was completely frozen! Even the hair was covered with frost! Then, he instantly understood how he woke up.

Mingyue must have used her body temperature to restore his blood flow, and then she returned to the tree of fate and directly sucked the extremely cold spiritual power that spread across Ding Ling's body into her body!

He shouted, "Mingyue! Come out quickly!"

"Ding Ling... don't make trouble..."

"Come out and cook the fire!"

Mingyue barely opened her eyes and appeared in front of Ding Ling.

Ding Ling hugged her and felt like he was holding a piece of ice that would last forever. He hugged her tightly, and then threw out all the charcoal and solid gasoline in the universe in his sleeve as if he was desperate.

The burning fire came to his face with a wave of heat. Ding Ling felt that his hair was about to be burned. But Mingyue's body was still as cold as iron.

"What's going on?" He looked at Mingyue's eyes nervously, and he was frightened and panicked. Mingyue has always been his strongest backing and the most omniscient mentor. As long as Mingyue is there, he will be full of fighting spirit and will never despair.

But now, seeing Mingyue seemingly falling into the ice, he finally panicked completely.

Mingyue looked at her, her voice weak and inaudible: "Pervert, let me go back. My realm is under the tree of fate. There will at least delay my freezing time."

"Is it useful to eat spiritual pills? I have so many spiritual pills here..." Ding Ling seemed to have not heard what she said, and he stretched out his hand and took out all the spiritual pills.

Mingyue stretched out her hand with difficulty, stroked it on his chest and shook her head: "It's useless, my life river is almost frozen. Let me go back quickly... and then I'll go back and eat a fruit."

"Fruit?"

Mingyue didn't answer him, Ding Ling gritted her teeth and held the palm of her hand.

The next second, Mingyue returned to the tree of life again. She staggered up with the trunk, and then seemed to use force to pick a red fruit under the tree of fate.

That is Ding Ling's natal spiritual power.

Ding Ling saw that after consuming his natal spiritual power, the frost on Mingyue's face became clearer. He was overjoyed and said, "Hurry! I'll pick it and eat it, and then I'll think about giving you fruit every day."

"Idiot, this can only delay the freezing." After using Ding Ling's natal spiritual power, Mingyue's voice was still weak, but she finally didn't want to be as dying as before: "Don't worry about me first, find the exit quickly, and then go back to Youxutian before talking."

"good!"

Ding Ling stood up, and with a thought, the fish intestine broke out from the river bottom in the distance.

He raised the flashlight, looked forward and backward, and then resolutely walked down the river beach. The so-called panic is confusion. When he saw Mingyue's appearance, he almost completely collapsed... If he was worried about his master, it was because of love. Then his worry about Mingyue was entirely based on the feeling of blood connection.

This feeling seemed to tie the lives and destiny of the two of them together. He had no doubt that if Mingyue disappeared, he would lose all the courage to survive.

Fortunately, my own natal spiritual power can delay the freezing speed of Mingyue.

As long as Mingyue is not dead, then... he still has the motivation and courage to take a try!

Ding Ling walked quickly, and at the end, he even wanted to run. However, when he turned a corner, he suddenly stopped.
Chapter completed!