In the anthill.
Yunxiang had been frozen unconscious by the extremely cold air on Feng Xingying, but she still hugged Feng Xingying tightly.
Even if her temperature is limited, she will try her best to live and die with her young lady.
Feng Xingying's consciousness also began to blur.
She didn't expect that she would die in this anthill.
If she had given up on Yun Xiang from the beginning, she might have walked out of the ant nest by now.
But Feng Xingying has no regrets. When you are alive, you always have to be persistent.
Yunxiang jumped into the ant nest for her, so Feng Xingying would not leave her alone.
Even if the final result is that two people die together.
Her consciousness became increasingly blurred.
Time is also a kind of torture for her.
But she didn't want to give up the last hope, even if it might not exist at all.
Never give up until the last minute.
This is her Feng Xingying's code of conduct.
The cold lips felt a slight warmth.
It was like a ray of sunshine finally rose above the vast ice field after a long dark night, bringing a ray of warmth to her frozen heart.
She wants more.
That warmth is her greatest attachment at the moment.
Her frozen lips were slowly being ignited bit by bit. Her soul also entered into a subtle feeling of letting go.
She knew that someone was kissing her, and the familiar touch and breath made her immediately think of his name - Qin Molin.
But she didn't want to resist.
After experiencing the biting cold, she needed warmth so much.
If you are going to die in the next moment, what are you doing with those damn reservations
He skillfully pried open her cold lips and teeth, and rolled them towards her equally cold lips.
With every contact, he would be stung by her coldness, but he would not give up.
God knows how he felt when he saw her frozen into an ice sculpture with no breath. His anger burned throughout the anthill.
Those rampant demon ants had been crushed into powder by Qin Molin's powerful offensive.
His anger was so strong that he wanted to burn the entire anthill.
But facing Feng Xingying who turned into an ice sculpture, he seemed cautious.
She was too fragile at this moment, and his fire would only melt her into pieces.
He wanted her alive, he couldn't bear to live without her.
Originally, his world was cold and cold. He was the aloof Lord of the Tongtian Pavilion, and he was the cold king who refused to let others go thousands of miles away.
Days like this are a bit boring, but not unacceptable.
But ever since he discovered her, the only kindred spirit in his soul, his heart had begun to fluctuate.
If she died, it would be too painful for him to return to that cold world.
He wants her alive.
Facing Feng Xingying in this state, beads of sweat broke out on his palms. Like a young boy, he carefully and little by little tried to melt the ice around Feng Xingying's lips with his lips and teeth.
"Feng Xingying, did you hear this? You are not allowed to die!"
He declared domineeringly:
"If you die, I will kill your maid, I will kill everyone in Ningzhou City, and I will turn your Dali Kingdom into ruins.
Did you hear that? I won't let you die! "
She heard it.
She really wanted to say something back to him: "So what if you kill everyone in the world? I'm already dead, what do the people in the world have to do with me?"
Unfortunately, she was still speechless.
His lips were warmer than ever, melting the coldness in her mouth bit by bit through her frozen lips and teeth.
He carefully followed Yun Xiang's example and held her tightly in his arms, using his own temperature to melt the coldness on her body bit by bit.