Huangfu Yanchong naturally can also appreciate the weird tone in the words of the magic voice messenger, but secretly aware of it, and did not feel any difference.
"Xie Huangfu's young master rewarded noodles, the tea has been drank, everyone will leave, and there will be a date!"
When the sound was falling, a dazzling figure went out of Wangyue Building.
Huang Fu Yanchong's eyes were tight, and he raised his feet without hesitation.
This person used to hurt Lin Xin'er, and it was a huge threat of Shuiyue Palace. He would not let him be free. When he met, he would never give up.
"Brother Huangfu!" Lin Xin'er screamed closely, and saw Huang Fu Yanchong chasing far away. It seemed that he didn't hear her voice. He turned his head on the side of Yang Chen. "
Repeat my life, I will rush to. "
In the sound, without waiting for Yang Chen's reaction, Lin Xin'er quickly chased away.
Bai Ruxue's figure, like a light smoke passing, fluttering the hem, dragging out the immortal ethereal.
Everyone looked at Lin Xin'er's figure like "flying", and seemed to stop his breath, and then made a long admiration.
These women, Wen Neng poetry and piano, Wu Neng is not weak, and his posture is not good. It is really not what ordinary people can have.
"Wangyue girl!"
After Gu Qingcheng was miserable, he ran away with Lin Xin'er's figure. There was no trace of Wang Yuelou.
Yang Chen chased it out, and he couldn't be sure of the direction of people for a while. It seemed that the people who could only be summoned to be tracked.
"Brother Huangfu!" Lin Xin'er caught up with Huangfu Yanchong by a river.
Huang Fuyan stopped first, looking around, and lost the trace of the magic messenger.
"That person is now having mysteriousness, we don't care about him." Lin Xin'er came to Huang Fusheng and looked up at him, "Are you okay?"
"Some chest tightness." Huang Fuyan frowned slightly, wasn't the "pot of tea" suffering from the black hand of the magic messenger?
"This person is also good at poisoning. Last time in Fengxuelou, he was prescribed by him without any defense." Lin Xin'er said, grabbing Huang Fu Yanchong's wrist, and put the pulse for him.
, But I don’t understand. "
"Let me try to force me." Huang Fuyan said, sitting under the tree on the side.
"Can I take you to find Leng Yanqiu?" Lin Xin'er looked at Huangfu Yanchong and asked.
"So cold!" Huang Fuyan opened his eyes and said, "I can't feel the strangeness in the body, but suddenly it's cold."
Lin Xin'er squatted down and stretched out his hand on Huang Fu Yanchong's back, so cool!
Looking up at his forehead again, it turned out to be the cold.
Huangfu Yanchong's lips began to make purple, as if frozen in the ice and snow, and frozen the blood.
"It must be poisoned!" Lin Xin'er said, supporting Huang Fu Yanchong, and wanted to pull him up. "Go, let's go to Leng Yanqiu, most of the poison in the world comes from his house."
"I ... was ... frozen ..." Huang Fu Yanchong said, shaking his lips, watching it colder than ordinary winter, "seemed to ... in ... Snow Mountain
""
The frozen stiffness sat in place and couldn't get up.
"I carry you!" Lin Xin'er immediately decided.
"I ... feel ... support ... don't go on ..." Huang Fu Yanchong's complexion seemed to be frozen to become abnormal purple, his lips were shaking and could not open, and his voice rushed out of his throat.
of.
"No, the weather is very warm now, it is your own physical discomfort, and it won't really freeze to death." Lin Xiner said.
But dragging his hand, it turned out to be cold, it really seemed to be buried in the snow mountain.
Snow Mountain, she has never been to, but I heard Huang Fuyan rushing. In order to pick up the snowy mountain Qi Bao Xuelian, he personally boarded the top of the snow mountain. At that time, he said that he almost frozen on the snowy mountains and buried in the snow.
It tells very detailed and realistic, so that Lin Xin'er and Yueyao they all feel like they are there. However, at the time, he burned the calories in his body. After all, he was fine.
But now, it is clear that Huang Fu Yanchong has lost his ability to transport me.
"I help you." Lin Xin'er said that he walked behind Huang Fuyan, and stretched his palms at his back acupoints to help him instill true qi and resist the chill on his body.
"No ... use ..." Huang Fuyan said.
The signs of those who really entered his body without any coldness still felt that it was getting colder and cold, and it seemed that it was cold to the edge of life.
"Xin'er ... you ... must ... be careful ..." Huang Fuyan said.
Lin Xin'er knew that he was telling himself to be careful of the magic messenger, and the person's shot was too unexpected. And this sentence vomited from Huang Fuyan's mouth, but it seemed like he was explaining the last words of his dying.
"No, Brother Huangfu, you're okay!" Lin Xin'er stopped, and walked around Huang Fuyan, stroking his face with both hands, feeling the bitter cold.
And his shaking eyelashes seem to have a layer of frost.
Lin Xin'er hugged Huangfu Yanchong and hugged him tightly. He wanted to pass the natural temperature in his body and help him to warm it.
There is a frosty phenomenon, does his feeling comes from outside the body, because he was out of control of the external temperature of the outside world. At this time
If so, help him increase the heat outside, instead of entering the tough means of input Zhenqi, let him feel the natural calorie, will he feel better? Wait for him to be slightly comfortable, and then take him to the bamboo forest hut
Find Leng Yanqiu.
Lin Xin'er once again walked behind Huang Fu Yanchong's body, posted his back from behind, hugged him tightly, and used his body to help him add a thick cloak.
"Brother Huangfu, do you feel better?" Lin Xin'er asked.
At this time, she was like holding a large ice cubes, and the cold bones were cold to her heart.
At the same time, Lin Xin'er was also thinking that although the Magic Messenger was from Yuehua, did it have to do with the former cold family?
He should not recognize Leng Muran, otherwise the ghost people will not have a chaos due to the appearance of Leng Mulan. If he knows Leng Muran, he will make timely precautions and will not delay the time until Ximen Jingxuan’s.
If you look for it, a established plan can make it easy for anyone to make changes easily.
However, the magic messenger is known for the magical flute sound played by a jade flute in the world, but in private, he has controlled the migration of the Yuehua Court of the Court of China.
How many sides? How many unknown origin?
"Well, it eased a little." Huang Fusheng really got into contact with Lin Xin'er's body temperature and improved a bit. Although his lips were still stunned, he was not so difficult to speak.