Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

As the weather got colder and colder, Zhuge Canglan clearly felt that the ice layer was rising, and she even felt that the distance from the top of her head to the sky was getting closer.

The vast ice field around was desolate, and there seemed to be endless despair. Zhuge Canglan walked back and forth on the ice. She had been trained in how to survive in extremely cold conditions, so she didn't panic. It is at this time that the more you have to keep calm, a calm and rational brain is a must for every killer, and more often than not it is more important than the killer's own ability.

Zhuge Canglan had to maintain the temperature of his body, keep his limbs in a very flexible state, and he also had to be alert to possible changes at all times.

She hugged the little fox and said something to it from time to time: "It's okay, I believe we can get through it..."

The little fox has only been out of the mother's body for a short time, and has not drank breast milk since following her. The body's resistance is obviously weak.

Ever since he discovered the ice field around him, Zhuge Canglan watched the little fox's spirit getting worse and worse, and sometimes he didn't see her move for a long time.

This situation made Zhuge Canglan very worried. She sent a little spiritual power into its body every day, but she didn't dare to lose too much for fear that its body would not be able to bear it.

Zhuge Canglan didn't know how long it had passed. There was no such thing as day and night here, only eternal cold, which became colder every second.

At first Zhuge Canglan could hold on, but then it was too cold, far beyond her body's limit, her limbs moved more and more slowly, her breath became heavier and heavier, and the little fox's condition was even worse. Poor, has begun to fall into a coma, and sometimes does not open his eyes for a long time.

As the situation became worse from time to time, Zhuge Canglan's state of mind became less firm than it was at the beginning as his body gradually collapsed in this torment.

This change is a necessary process for Zhuge Canglan.

Just imagine, no matter who it is, when Bu Lun opens his eyes, he will see an ice field with no life at all. Those who have not experienced that kind of life will never be able to feel it.

This made Zhuge Canglan's originally quiet heart gradually become agitated, his eyes began to feel a little dizzy, and sometimes short-term blind spots appeared.

She remembered that the little fox told her to wait and tell her not to do anything, but the more she didn't do anything, the more anxious and uneasy she was.

Faced with such a white ice surface that always has only one color every day, Zhuge Canglan's eyes became more uncomfortable, and her vision was damaged, which made her mood worse.

Finally, she couldn't help it, and casually took out the ermine cloak that Hengbojian had left on her body. Using all the spiritual power in her body, she swung her stiff arms and slashed fiercely towards the ice.

The sharp sword energy slashed on the thick ice and made a "dang" sound, and the icy slag splashed out, and two grains just fell on Zhuge Canglan's face, cold, cold, Zhuge Canglan's brain In a flash of incomparable sobriety, the irritable mood also instantly calmed down.

Zhuge Canglan regretted his actions just now, the little fox told him that he didn't have to do anything, just wait.

She shook her head violently twice, retracted the Hengbo sword, bent down to pick up the cloak that had fallen on the ground, just as she straightened her waist, she suddenly felt dizzy in front of her eyes, and Zhuge Canglan still had a sliver of consciousness when she fell down...

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