Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1869 Entangled (4)

With good night vision, she squinted and could see the narrowing of the cavern's walkway.

Until that far away, it is so narrow that there is almost only a small gap.

With a human body shape, it is impossible to pass through.

Even if it is a small bug as small as a fingernail, it may be difficult to pass through.

She covered her wound and stared at it for a while.

It was too cold around, she didn't choose to stay for too long.

Continue to go deep, facing the faint wind coming from nowhere.

The piercing wind, like the bones of the cold and ruthless dead, skipped over her.

She hung her big tail that couldn't be retracted, and the warm blood flowed drop by drop.

Holding on to his strength, he squeezed through the narrow aisle.

In the end, she couldn't go on any longer, so she suddenly changed——

Turned into a little firefly.

Immediately, he got into the narrow gap.

The light is faint.

"Tick-tock-"

"Tick-tock-"

"Tick-tock-"

The sound of dripping water was getting closer.

The slit that could only pass through a small bug has become open again.

It's also cooler inside.

So low that as long as an inch of warm skin is exposed, it will immediately condense into ice.

Even the blood seemed to stop flowing.

was completely frozen.

The little firefly that kept flying in mid-air flashed white light.

In the next second, the gauze skirt stained with blood fell to the ground.

Her bare feet stepped on the icy ground, almost instantly, like a blade, about to frostbite her delicate skin.

She hissed, lost her balance, and fell to the ground.

Freezing is even more bitter.

It hurt her fingers to the point of freezing.

The wound was almost torn open.

She immediately covered the wound in pain.

……

……

……

"Tick-tock-"

"Tick-tock-"

"Tick-tock-"

Still the sound of dripping water.

In such a place where even breathing would freeze into ice, for some reason, there was always the sound of dripping water.

It has always been there, as if it is not affected by such a temperature.

The slender body of the injured man who fell and sat on the ice was trembling uncontrollably.

It was really too cold, even if she could resist freezing, such a temperature would be unbearable.

The pain from the wound came, accompanied by the cold air entering the body.

Her cheeks became paler, almost transparent.

He raised his eyes and looked around.

Through that slit, here...

Nothing at all.

Confined space, bare one.

There was nothing but the cold ice all over the place.

There was no exit as expected, and no flowing water.

Empty, only ice.

The ice here, as if it had been carefully crafted by people, gathered high and turned into a high platform composed of ice cones.

And the sound of water droplets seems to be coming from above.

The overly pale beauty with her exquisite little face raised her head while covering her wound.

The tip of the nose moved.

The two pointed fox ears were frozen and trembling badly.

She sat there, still silent.

Resisting it, stepping barefoot on the icy ice.

The terrifying low temperature could almost destroy her feet.

She pursed her lips tightly, covered her wound, and dragged her long snow-colored skirt.

With some difficulty, he grabbed the ice sculpture.

Use it as a handrail to support her so that she can see what is on the high platform.

That is……

an egg.

It was pitch black, almost the size of a human head.

There are dark golden lines growing on it.

Like a symbol, like a spell.

(End of this chapter)