Spoiled Wife: Husband, You're Enough

If they walk slowly, they will be buried alive by the snow. They are racing against death, but she is not worried at all. Maybe it is because the man around him will always give her an unspeakable sense of security at any time.

It was not easy for them to run to a safe place. Tong Xiaoman was almost out of breath. Nalanche quickly took off the backpack on her back and patted her back with his palm to give her comfort.

Tong Xiaoman swallowed a saliva and said with emotion: "fatal gorgeous."

Nalan Che just glanced at her, took out the kettle, twisted open the lid and handed it to her. There was his boiled water in it.

Tong Xiaoman took two drinks and was unwilling to drink any more.

"It doesn't matter. Drink when you're thirsty." Nalan Che reached out and gently pushed away the snowflakes on her head and said faintly.

"I'm not thirsty, you drink." Tong Xiaoman gave him the kettle. He was the one who made the strength just now. He was more tired than her.

Nalan Che looked at her watery eyes and took the kettle, but only took a symbolic sip. The capacity of the kettle was not large. In this ice and snow, it was not easy to find firewood to boil water. How could he be willing to drink the hot water? It was for her.

Tong Xiaoman looked at him and was distressed.

This was originally her own business, but now she wants him to accompany her through hardships.

Looking at the snow capped mountain, she didn't know when to find the purple jade Ganoderma lucidum, and her heart was blocked badly.

Nalan Che knew the worry in her heart, put his hand around her shoulder, took the snowball out of his pocket and put it on the snow.

The snowball croaked twice, shook, and suddenly jumped towards the snow on the right.

"Snowball, where are you going?" Tong Xiaoman hurried to catch up.

Nalan Che also quickly picked up his backpack and quickly followed up.

And the snowball seemed to be suddenly crazy and jumped hard.

Tong Xiaoman's physical strength was very limited. Don't toss about it so much. She was almost tired. Just when she couldn't support it, the snowball finally stopped and picked up the rising snowdrift with her foot.

Tong Xiaoman looked at its strange behavior in wonder and suddenly found that under the snow pile, he found a touch of disproportionate green.

Nalan Che also noticed that his face suddenly changed. He immediately stepped forward and pulled away the snow with his palm, but he saw a man buried under the snow.

Nalan Che shouted in shock, "the wind is ringing."

When Tong Xiaoman heard him shout out the man's name, his blood coagulated instantly. He didn't need to ask. He must be a subordinate sent by nalanche to look for Ziyu Ganoderma lucidum a few days ago. His whole body was stiff, covered with snow, his face was pale and his lips were black.

She immediately took out the liquor from her backpack and shouted anxiously, "save him, save him."

Nalan Che lowered his head, covered his face with his palm, shook his head heavily, and his low tone was hoarse: "he's dead."

"No, he won't die. Isn't he the elite selected by your imperial brake group? He won't die so easily. Save him, save him..." Tong Xiaoman took out the blanket and moved Fengming to it. Seeing that he didn't move, he anxiously tore off his clothes, learned the first aid he had done to himself, poured the liquor into his heart, wiped and rubbed it hard, She has only one belief now, that is, he must not die, she must save him, she must save him.