Xia Mingxuan's eyesight went dark, Xuelang immediately buried them, and then rushed down quickly!
He just felt cold all over his body, the kind of biting cold. The snow penetrated his skin deeply and reached the bottom of his heart. The snow in the arctic cold land never melted all year round, with a coldness that no one could bear. He subconsciously held his arms in his arms.
The person clearly felt her trembling.
"Mingxuan, would you be afraid if we died like this?" Nishang's voice came out muffledly from his arms with a tremor of deep fatigue and coldness.
Xia Mingxuan endured the pain of lying down from the chaotic world, and rubbed her tightly with difficulty, "Don't be afraid, just die like this, it's good!"
It's pretty good...yeah, it's really pretty good.
It's really nice to be buried in this arctic cold place with you.
At least you have become my bride, at least we embrace each other tightly, at least we will never be separated again...
The only thing in the world that can transcend life and death is love.
You can use love potion to bring me back from hell, what else can't you do?
We will definitely meet each other in hell and never be separated again in life after life.
Listening to Xia Mingxuan's words coming from her chest, Nishang couldn't help but wet her eyes. She didn't know whether she was moved or scared.
She was afraid, afraid that they would not be able to be together. She squeezed Xia Mingxuan's waist harder with her little hands, trying not to let the heavy snow wash them away.
There was a whistling sound in her ears, accompanied by the rumble of snow and stones rolling down, but now she only felt that there were only two of them in the world, and the cold and pain around her no longer seemed to exist.
"Mingxuan, if you live, I will live. If you die, I will follow you to death. Even if we go to hell, we will hold your hand and grow old together!"
Her slightly choked words came, which shocked Xia Mingxuan. His mother had said the same thing before.
I followed my father just for the eternal oath: hold his hand and grow old together with him.
"Okay!" Xia Mingxuan responded loudly, "Hold your hand and grow old together with me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a bright light in front of his eyes, and then a burst of red light suddenly appeared. Then, something seemed to be entangled around his waist, and then he was dragged out of the snow!
It's a magic whip!
Looking up, it was Yan, holding the magic whip tightly in his hand. You could faintly see that the wound on his wrist had burst, and the blood dyed the snow-white gauze red again, which was shocking.
Yan held them with one hand and stroked Zi Yu, who was unable to stand firmly, with the other hand, holding on with difficulty in the air.
There is a protective ring around them, which blocks the air flow and allows them to fly stably in the air.
Just fighting against the strong air current, plus having to drag three people with him, his face really didn't look very good.
The hair on his forehead had long been wet with sweat, and it hung down to cover his eyes, making it difficult to see clearly what he was thinking.
Just his slightly trembling right hand had already revealed his difficulty!
Xia Mingxuan hugged Nishang tightly and felt the impact of the airflow on his body. Waves of intense pain came through him, and then he reacted. His palms slowly turned red, and magic separated them from the airflow.
Then he hugged Nishang's body tightly, grabbed the magic whip and started to climb up!
Just halfway through, I felt the magic whip shaking strongly, and then it was stabilized again. When I looked up, I saw Yan's pale face, clenched teeth, but the blood at the corner of his mouth exposed his...