There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 732 Tormented and tragic death (4)
Feng Ling reached out, took off his clothes, handed them to Yang Churuo, and helped her put them on.

Yang Churuo shuddered, stepped back conditionally, and looked at Feng Ling vigilantly.

Feng Ling dragged her over domineeringly, without saying a word, put his clothes on her body, he was only wearing a middle coat, and even hugged her in his arms to help her keep warm, and said lightly, "Don't worry, there is no direction." If you go off, you only need to climb another sand mountain to reach my stronghold. At that time, as long as you don’t encounter a hurricane, leaving the desert will not be a problem.”

After finishing speaking, Feng Ling was stunned.Even he didn't know why he said these things to her.

Yang Churuo understood.

Sure enough, he still has a stronghold in Xisha, no wonder he dared to break into Xisha so boldly.

She struggled a few times, not wanting to get too close to Feng Ling, but the more she struggled, the tighter Feng Ling hugged her, so Yang Churuo could only let him hold her. It was undeniable that his arms were indeed very warm.

If there is no place to keep warm, I am afraid that after one night, if he does not freeze to death, he will lose half his life.

The familiar scent of mint filled her nose, and the bone-piercing cold wind blew up, bringing up strands of wind and sand. Yang Churuo was so cold that his teeth were chattering, and he couldn't help rubbing against Feng Ling's arms. The bodies of Ah Ruo and Princess Ding Dong were almost buried by the blown yellow sand.

Yang Churuo pointed at them, flinched and said, "Is there anything wrong with them like this?"

"If you have internal strength, you can't die."

Can't die?This kind of bad weather, it's no wonder that you can't die.

Since he doesn't want to take care of it anymore, what does she take care of? It's not her subordinates.

Thinking of this, Yang Churuo felt relieved.

It's too cold here, if she can, she doesn't want to stay here for a moment.She really wanted to ask Feng Ling, where is his stronghold?Is it far?
If it is not far away, they will not have to blow the cool breeze here if they walk overnight.

Cold and hungry, how long, how long has she not experienced this kind of life, she has almost forgotten that feeling.

As if seeing Yang Churuo's temptation, Feng Ling explained, "The wind and sand here are too strong. If we leave, Ah Ruo will be buried when we return, and... without the sun, we can't find our way. In the desert , it's easy to get lost."

Yang Churuo nodded half-understood, "Why are you so familiar with this place? Have you been here before?"

"Come here once."

"What are you doing here?"

Feng Ling was silent and did not answer Yang Churuo.

Yang Churuo curled her lips, and stopped asking him again, enduring the hunger and cold, forcing herself to sleep, but how could it be possible to fall asleep easily in such a cold weather.

Yang Churuo's whole body trembled violently.

Feng Ling's indifferent eyes flashed, and he secretly operated his power, put his hand on her back, and a steady stream of internal power was transmitted into Yang Churuo's body.

Yang Churuo's icy body warmed up in an instant, and he was no longer so uncomfortable, and began to fall asleep in a daze.

On the other hand, Feng Ling's complexion became more and more ugly because of the infusion of true energy into her body.

Looking down, seeing Yang Churuo sleeping soundly, a gentle smile bloomed in Feng Ling's eyes, and he hugged her tightly, his internal energy never stopped flowing.

Even though he knew that he was seriously injured and couldn't use his internal energy, Feng Ling still passed on the internal energy of the night to her to keep her warm.

When Yang Churuo woke up again in a daze, he was woken up.

"Brother Fengling, is she Suqin, right? Why are you with her? Did she seduce you? She's just a slut, a vixen."

(End of this chapter)