Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

"I......" Xia Qingluo hesitated and frowned, "I feel very nervous today."

"It's all right, there's me." Bo Yanshu's frown slowly stretched and comforted her softly.

Xia Qingluo clenched her hand quietly.

The ship continued to move forward, with almost no end in sight. Into the eye was a large snow world connected day to day.

When Xia Qingluo was about to fall asleep, the ship finally stopped on a large area of open snow. The hazy peaks overlapped from far to near, as white as plain jade.

In the distance, the clouds are continuous and the fog is long. Under the cover of the gray sky, it seems that there is an isolated silence here.

Bo Yanshu left the ship and went ashore. Xia Qingluo hurriedly followed him for fear that he would fall behind.

It seems that there has been no new snow here for a long time. The thick snow has already become as hard as stone, as if it were flawless jade. If you step on it, you can't leave footprints at all.

Xia Qingluo was stunned. She looked curiously. The color of the sky was close to pale, and the snow was endless white.

In Xia Qingluo's eyes, the day and the earth seemed to be connected. She couldn't tell whether she was in heaven or on the earth.

"Ouch..."

Xia Qingluo's head suddenly hit a solid back. She almost cried out in pain,

It turned out that Bo Yanshu stopped inexplicably.

The faint breath on his body immediately shrouded Xia Qingluo, and his back was straight, as if a force was hidden under his thin skin.

Xia Qingluo had no time to complain, and her eyes were attracted.

There are two Snowmen on the snow ahead.

Strictly speaking, it should be the two people buried by the heavy snow. Their bodies have been blurred and vaguely seem to be curled up.

Bo Yanshu was obviously stunned. He walked forward slowly and picked off the continuous snow covered on the two people with his hands.

It turned out to be a pair of men and women. Their eyes were tightly closed. Their eyebrows and hair were covered with white frost. Their skin was as white as snow, and their lips had long lost their blood color.

Serene as if asleep.

Both of them were wearing black mink coats. They looked valuable. Bo Yanshu went forward and opened his coat. He quickly took out a doll from their coats!

The doll is about two or three years old. It is made of pink and jade. It is wearing a small red fur cloak. Its dark eyes blink at Xia Qingluo.

Alive?

Is there a living doll in this ice and snow?

Xia Qingluo shivered and pointed to Bo Yanshu, "whose doll is from?"

At this time, Bo Yanshu held the doll in his arms, frowned and said to Xia Qingluo, "when we came last time, there was no one here. Why did a doll appear?"

Xia Qingluo was also puzzled. After thinking for a long time, she didn't understand why.

"Let's go first. Something's wrong here."

Xia Qingluo followed Bo Yanshu towards the river.

Secretly glanced at the child in Bo Yanshu's arms, and the strange feeling in his heart rose again.

The little doll suddenly looked at Xia Qingluo and grinned. Her eyes revealed that only children have pure, pink and tender, which is very lovable.

Before reaching the river, Xia Qingluo suddenly saw that the surrounding ice and snow began to break up a little at a speed visible to the naked eye, and countless cracks had been broken in the twinkling of an eye.

Bo Yanshu quickened his pace. He hugged the little doll with one hand and didn't forget to hold Xia Qingluo with the other. He ran quickly to the boat by the river.