She knew something was wrong and quickly pushed him away and sat up.
With the moonlight coming in through the window, she discovered that the man next to her had a layer of frost on his face.
Su Qiao quickly got up and lit the oil lamp, then returned to the bed and slapped his face hard, but it was useless.
After thinking about it, she decisively pinched his nose to make it impossible for him to breathe, thus waking him up.
"What's wrong with you? Have you practiced some evil skills?"
Ye Shaoxuan's lips turned purple, not sure if it was because it was too cold or for some other reason, and looked a little scary in the night.
Knowing that he could no longer conceal this, he slowly sat up and was silent for a moment: "If I really practiced some evil skills, would you be afraid?"
"You think I'm scared?"
Su Qiao probably knew why he disappeared at night.
The main reason should be physical reasons.
No wonder Xiao Wu always reminds him at about the same time every night that it’s time to leave.
Ye Shaoxuan was afraid that she would be angry, so he looked up at her pitifully and said, "I'm cold."
Su Qiao sighed, picked up the quilt on the bed, and draped it all over him, covering him up: "Tell me, what's going on."
"I was born prematurely. My mother was depressed when she was less than eight months old. I was weak and sickly since I was young, and I was not suitable for martial arts training at all. My grandfather was afraid that I would die young, so he gave me a somewhat weird martial arts method out of desperation. It was obtained from the tomb of an ancestor."
Su Qiao knew that his grandfather was the master of Falling Star Valley.
What Falling Star Valley excels at is the study of Feng Shui and the art of mechanical devices.
To put it more clearly, they are charlatans who tell people's fortunes about houses and cemeteries. Sometimes they help people design tombs, and occasionally they work part-time as a helper to crack mechanisms.
But she didn't expect that he could get such an evil skill book for his grandson.
Ye Shaoxuan looked at her carefully, and seeing that she did not show any repulsion, he continued to explain:
"After practicing this technique, my body has become stronger and stronger, and I no longer get sick easily, but there is a weakness. The longer I practice, the colder my body becomes, as if my bones have been corroded by the cold air, and I often feel icy all over my body."
Su Qiao was a little confused: "I saw that you were quite normal during the day, weren't you?" I never saw him become as cold as ice.
“They usually happen at night.”
"It used to happen two or three times a month, but later it happened five or six times a month. In the past six months, it has become more and more serious, happening almost every night. I need to take positive pills and soak in natural hot springs all night to relieve it."
This idea was thought of by Du Heng.
He and Du Heng met each other because Du Heng came to seek treatment.
"So, you went out every night before and didn't come back until midnight. In fact, you went to the hot springs?"
"Yeah." Ye Shaoxuan hugged the quilt with a pitiful look on his face.
Su Qiao knocked him on the head and said, "Fool, if you had told me earlier that I would force you to stay and not let you go to the hot spring?"
Now she feels guilty.
"I'm just afraid that you'll dislike me, right?"
Ye Shaoxuan knew that she was not angry, so he relaxed his whole body. As he relaxed, his teeth began to chatter.
Su Qiao looked at his pitiful appearance, feeling both angry and distressed. She rolled her eyes at him and reached out to pull him up.
Ying Ying rolled his eyes, and Ye Shaoxuan flattened his lips: "You really do dislike me."
"Shut up and tell me where the hot spring is." Su Qiao picked him up with the blanket and was about to leave.