Husband is a little milk dragon

Chapter 292 You said it, I will carry you back 1-
Three days later.

In the depths of a bamboo forest outside the northern palace city.

The heavy snow, blowing by the whistling north wind, swayed the bamboos and trees. The original green bamboos and trees withered their leaves, and small sections of branches were covered with snow. Looking around, it was gray and white, It gives people a very cold and dead feeling...

At the end of the icy and snowy bamboo forest, there is a frozen waterfall and stream, and the place where it goes is full of biting cold.

After removing the dead branches and rotten leaves covered with frost and snow, what comes into view is a very hidden stone cave, and inside the cave is a brand new world.

The roof of the courtyard house was covered with frost and snow, but the flowers and plants in the courtyard never withered because of the cold weather, but bloomed very vigorously.

Blown by the cold wind, the swaying petals shake off a lot of snowflakes.

But the house at this time is another scene.

The hollowed-out stove on the table made a slight sound, because a little cold air leaked in from the half-closed window. The flame in the stove was buzzing, and it seemed to burn more violently when blown by the wind. There was a slight crack, as if something had broken.

The room was warm, but filled with a strong smell of living blood.

It was Nan Jue who was lazily sitting on the couch, holding the blade in his slender white hand, and unhurriedly drew a bloodstain on the palm of the other hand placed in front of the table, then grabbed his hand, Let the fresh blood seep into the white and beautiful joints and fingers, and drip down the cup along the fingertips.

The room was so quiet that only the sound of dripping blood was left.

But not long after, Nan Jue seemed to think that the blood was dripping too slowly, so he stabbed his bloody palm expressionlessly, only then did he feel that the blood flowed faster.

It quickly filled the cup.

Nan Jue casually tore off a piece of cloth and wiped his bleeding palm, barely stopped the bleeding, then slowly got up from the couch, and walked into the room with a cup dripping with blood.

Came to the bed net.

There is a man lying on the couch.

Dead, lifeless people.

This person is cold and arrogant, even if he is dead, he will always be like this.

She was actually very good-looking, her eyebrows and eyes were indescribably glamorous and attractive, but this clear and cold face was too cold, no one would like to get along with her, so no one liked her since she was a child.

He thought the man was ridiculous.

Mingming has seen through many bad things since she was a child, and she knows how to be vigilant and guard against others since she was a child, but she still falls headlong into tenderness.

You have to see flesh and blood and die before you are reconciled.

The more Nan Jue thought about it, the more he felt it was funny, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled slightly, stretching out his fingers to pinch her cold and soft lips, and fed the blood into her mouth, but there were still streaks of blood leaking out along the corner of her mouth, He fed her the blood, and then slowly wiped the blood from her lips with his cuff. After wiping, he couldn't help but bent down and looked closely at the blood in her eyes. this person.

She has slender and curved eyebrows, soft eyelashes that hang down her eyelids, a softly curved nose, and slightly pursed lips.

He wanted to take a look at her eyes, so he stretched out his hand to touch them, and mercilessly opened one of her eyelids, but he didn't see the brilliance he imagined, but the gloom from death.

Nan Jue let go of his hand in disappointment, and touched her face, which was cold and had no temperature at all.

(End of this chapter)