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"Dead Snow Lake, Bad Snow Lake, your mother is finally willing to come back!"

While crying, Yang Zimei threw herself forward in a ecstatic way.

This time, he didn't run into any obstacles, and he threw himself on Xuehu's body smoothly, crushing him to the ground.

"Dead Snow Lake, Bad Snow Lake..."

After she pushed him down, a pair of small hands kept beating on his body, laughing and crying, losing her normalcy.

Xuehu lay quietly, letting her vent and beat, just looking at her teary face dotingly...

Yang Zimei beat him for a while, and Fang realized that his posture was very wrong and ambiguous, so he hurriedly got up from his body, and wiped away the tears on his face with his hand.

Xuehu sat up from the ground and straightened the bamboo hat on his head.

"Really, you've already been exposed, why are you still wearing a bamboo hat to look cool? Open it up for me!"

Yang Zimei was furious, and reached out to take his bamboo hat away.

Xuehu dodged slightly, with a hint of hesitation on his face, "Little girl, don't!"

"Why not? How ugly is it to wear this bamboo hat?"

Yang Zimei frowned, "Hurry up and take it away, I want to see the complete you and see if you have become more handsome!"

"What if I'm ugly?"

Snow Lake looked at her with pure blue pupils, and asked with complicated emotions.

"Hehe, it's best to be ugly, so as not to seduce people with an alluring appearance, and make me psychologically unbalanced."

Yang Zimei didn't believe that he would become ugly.

She clearly saw it just now, he is still the same as before, with a handsome face and no blemishes.

Xuehu took a deep look at her, and reached out to take off the bamboo hat on her head.

Seeing his head, Yang Zimei was startled.

The long black hair is still there, but the top of the head, as if someone has dropped explosives, even the scalp has exploded, and the scorched blackness has spread to the forehead.

"Xuehu, what's going on? Who blew up your head like this?"

Yang Zimei's eyes changed from stunned to heartbroken, and she reached out to touch her.

Xuehu dodged, "Little girl, don't touch it. If you touch it, your hands may rot."

"Why is that?"

Yang Zimei pressed, "Is it caused by the catastrophe?"

"Ah."

Xuehu nodded, and put on the hat again, "I still can't dodge it, I was injured by Thor."

"Thor?"

Thinking of Xuehu being blown up like this, when Yang Zimei said the word Thor, his eyes immediately showed a fierce look, and he gritted his teeth.

She has zero tolerance for anyone who hurts anyone she cares about, no matter if he is a human or a god.

Seeing her resentment because of himself, Xuehu smiled, reached out and stroked her hair, "It's okay, at least I'm still alive."

Yes, at least alive!

Yang Zimei thought of the day when he met Lianyi in the Taoist temple and suffered a catastrophe.

At that time, the thunder was rolling, as if the pot was about to explode, the scene was very scary.

If he hadn't been there at the time, those thunders seemed to be afraid of him, and Ripple would also be doomed.

Xuehu's level is higher than Ripple's, so what he will suffer should be more severe.

How frightening that must be!

If I was by my side, maybe I could help him get through this catastrophe smoothly.

The more Yang Zimei thought about it, the more her heart ached, she looked at Xuehu and asked, "Xuehu, will you still have a catastrophe?"

"Well, one more time."

Xuehu nodded, "However, that will happen 1000 years later."

1000 years from now?

so far away!

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