Qing Ge, Zhan Jieyu and the other two went to the second level of Ice Valley.
On the road, she fought with countless snow monsters. After killing a few snow monsters that were not very powerful, Zhan Jieyu found that her strength had obviously improved. It was not the purity and abundance of spiritual energy, but the experience and skills of actual combat.
The timing is fast and accurate.
After killing a snow monster again, a clear voice sounded.
Bang——
Qing Ge, who was walking in front to explore the road, turned around and looked back. A circle of silver brilliance appeared on Zhan Jieyu's body.
She broke through, the seventh level of innateness!
He smiled softly and continued walking forward.
Zhan Jieyu continued to sing along, and within a day or two, Zhan Jieyu seemed to have become more mature, steady and restrained.
The two of them were walking slowly on this seemingly endless road. In the wind and snow, Qingge suddenly stopped and looked at the simple igloo standing in the snow not far away.
The door of the house was opened, and a man in a crescent-colored robe came out. When he saw the woman standing proudly in the wind and snow, he was stunned. The curling bottle he was holding fell to the ground and broke.
into pieces.
The two looked at each other like this for a long time. The snow fell heavier and heavier, and Qingyang was melted by the white snow.
Zhan Jieyu held the sword stained with dark brown blood and stood to one side. Although she was puzzled, she did not make a sound to disturb him.
After a while, gentle footsteps sounded in the igloo, followed by a woman's soft voice, "Achen, why are you so careless? Let me see if your hand is injured."
Lan Wu held Mei Qingchen's hand and checked the wound. She seemed to notice something. She raised her head in surprise and looked forward. A figure like an ancient sword stood in the wind, frost, rain and snow.
Lan Wu's heart trembled, his hands shook slightly, and Mei Qingchen's hand slipped weakly from her palm.
The expression on Lan Wu's face was stiff for a moment.
"Ah Chen, it's Miss Ye." Lan Wu said, seeing Mei Qingchen standing with her limbs tensed and saying nothing, her heart sank slightly.
Mei Qingchen came back to his senses, but he was panicked. He and Lan Wu were living alone here, and they were used to being alone. He really didn't know how to deal with the current situation.
"It's freezing outside, but it's warm inside. Let Miss Ye come in." Lan Wu easily resolved the embarrassment in front of him with one sentence.
Mei Qingchen frowned. He didn't want Qing Ge to enter the room, which would only make things more complicated.
Seeing that Mei Qingchen was indifferent, Lan Wu walked towards Qingge and said, "Miss Ye, I can't repay the life-saving grace of the Misty Forest. Since you're at my house, why don't you come in and have a rest?"
"No need, we still have to hurry." Qingge refused indifferently.
At this time, Mei Qingchen took a heavy plush cloak from the house and walked out, put it on Lan Wu distressedly, and said with a slight complaint: "You are not in good health and can't stand the cold, why are you so cold?"
Be good and run around?"
"Achen, my health is much better."
Lan Wu smiled quietly, but after finishing speaking, he coughed weakly.
Mei Qingchen grabbed it with her big hand and hugged Lan Wu tightly.
Qingge's expression remained unchanged, her clothes were thin, and her ink robe had already been dyed dark red by blood. She was as slender as a weak willow, swaying in the wind, and seemed like she would fall into the abyss at any time, but she remained stubborn and stubborn for a century.
Qingge clasped her fists at Mei Qingchen and said, "You two, we will never see each other again." After saying that, she turned around coldly and walked deeper with Zhan Jieyu.
Bang——
Heavy objects fell to the ground.
Qingge looked back, Zhan Jieyu suddenly fainted and fell to the ground.
Lan Wu immediately squatted down, rolled Zhan Jieyu's eyelids, and then put the big cloak on Zhan Jieyu's body. He raised his eyes and glanced at Qingge and said: "This girl is infected with the cold and is weak.
I'm afraid she still has the cold air and poisonous energy of the snow monster, so stay here. I'm a doctor and can cure her. There are intermediate-level monsters gathering in front of her, so we can't go forward recklessly."
After finishing speaking, Lan Wu wanted to pick up Zhan Jieyu, but her body was even weaker. Instead of picking up Zhan Jieyu, she fell to the ground. Mei Qingchen immediately stepped forward to help Lan Wu.
He stood up and said, "Let me come."
After helping Lan Wu, Mei Qingchen was about to go forward and hug Zhan Jieyu. A figure quickly arrived in front of Zhan Jieyu. He easily picked up Zhan Jieyu and walked towards the igloo gracefully.
Mei Qingchen was in a trance, looking at Qingge's resolutely cruel figure, and was lost for a moment.
Lan Wu leaned into her arms, hugged him, and said, "Achen, I'm cold."
Mei Qingchen, who was now awake, sadly took off her cloak, wrapped Lan Wu around her, and then returned to the igloo with Lan Wu in her arms.
Qingge stood in the igloo with Zhan Jieyu on her side. The room was very simple, with a table, a chair, and a bed and a quilt.
Oh, and a pot of tea.
"Put her on the bed."
After Lan Wu finished speaking, he opened the heavy curtain and walked into the kitchen to start brewing the medicine.
Qingge carefully placed Zhan Jieyu on the bed, and then stood silently to one side.
There were only three people in the room, she and him, and Zhan Jieyu, who was unconscious.
The atmosphere was awkward and awkward, and even the air seemed less erratic.
"How are you?"
It seemed like half a century had passed, and Mei Qingchen, who was sitting on the wooden chair, finally spoke up.
The look in his eyes as he looked at Qing Ge showed guilt, uneasiness, and perhaps some emotions that even he himself didn't understand.
"That's great." Qing Ge said calmly.
Mei Qingchen: "..."
"You've lost weight." After a while, he said again.
Qingge lowered her eyes and remained silent for a long time. Then she raised her eyes and smiled as brightly as a flower, "It's none of your business?"
Mei Qingchen: "..."
"Where is he?" Mei Qingchen was still looking for a topic.
"Who?" The woman's voice was colder than the snow outside.
"Mr. Ji."
"Warm the bed at home."
Mei Qingchen: "..."
Mei Qingchen suddenly discovered that Miss Ye was not gentle at all. She had iron teeth, was cruel and vicious, spoke mercilessly, was moody and unpredictable, and her behavior all depended on her mood.
But the damn thing is that during those days in the Western Sea Territory, he actually felt that this woman was so damn gentle that he was attached to her and obsessed with her.
But now, where is her tenderness?
Her tenderness is gone.
In the misty forest, Mei Qingchen saw with her own eyes that she was clinging to Xiaojiabiyu in the arms of another evil and wild man. Her bloodthirsty eyes could only be filled with sadness when they looked at that man.
Many years later, Mei Qingchen finally realized this.
When she loves him, everything becomes a hundred times gentler.
If she doesn't love him, he's nothing.
Mei Qingchen felt like a lump in his throat, as if someone had placed a huge boulder in his heart, suffocating him, causing him chest tightness and shortness of breath.
Mei Qingchen opened her mouth, still wanting to say something, when the curtain of the small kitchen was opened, and Lan Wu walked in carrying a steaming porcelain bowl.
Qing Ge helped Zhan Jieyu up, and Lan Wu fed Zhan Jieyu the potion in the porcelain bowl.
After drinking the medicine, Zhan Jieyu's cold body gradually warmed up.