He took two steps back hastily. At this time, he was shocked to find that the land where there was green grass last night was now covered with snow.
"Last... it snowed heavily last night?" He tried hard to recall every detail of last night, but in his mind, until he settled Han Sanqian, the weather was still abnormally normal.
how so?
Could it be that it was after he fell asleep?
"Snapped!"
Thinking of this, the pangolin raised his hand and slapped himself hard on the face. It was all his fault. He must have been so sleepy that he didn't even notice it snowed last night.
"Snapped!"
He slapped himself hard in the face again. He knew clearly that Han Sanqian had no luck. He was severely injured by Xia Ran yesterday and his physical condition was in critical condition.
But damn myself, not only did I not take good care of Han Sanqian, but I was careless and exposed him to the snow all night.
Not to mention Han Sanqian, even if you can't really protect yourself when you are healthy, it would be very embarrassing.
Looking at Han Sanqian's cold body, Pangolin blamed himself extremely, and slapped his face red twice: "Sanqian, don't fucking scare me, don't scare me."
"If you die, how will I explain to Su Yingxia?"
As he spoke, the pangolin quickly put Han Sanqian's hand in his own and kept rubbing it.
But no matter how he rubbed it, Han Sanqian's hands were still extremely cold and lifeless. It was no exaggeration to say that he was touching a corpse.
The pangolin panicked, moved his hand, and used a beam of heat energy created by the true energy to gently place it next to Han Sanqian, trying to melt the ice and snow on his body.
However, when the ice and snow melt, what the pangolins encounter is not any hope, but full despair.
Without the layer of ice and snow, the exposed skin of Han Sanqian's arms and hands looked pale and slightly black. Judging from his body shape, it seemed as if he had been dead for some time.
The pangolin punched the snow hard, not caring about the thick rocks on the ground under the snow cover that made blood flow from his fist. At this time, his eyes were filled with endless sadness and self-blame.
Men don't shed tears easily, let alone men like pangolins who are not as soft-hearted as Han Sanqian. At this time, tears fell down, falling into the snow, and the hot tears pierced holes.
All the past scenes appeared in his mind one by one, including Han Sanqian's seriousness, Han Sanqian's seriousness, and everything Han Sanqian brought with him to eat, drink and have fun.
Although, he is just an object of his, even though he is his own master.
But after being together for so long, he knew that Han Sanqian regarded him as his little brother, and he also regarded Han Sanqian as his big brother.
But because of his own mistakes, he ended up...
The more I thought about it, the sadder and guiltier I became. The pangolin even kept hitting its head on the ground. Soon, the snow under its forehead was a bright red.
Suddenly, the pangolin stopped and then slowly raised its head.
Behind him, a figure slowly walked over, and then stopped about ten meters behind the pangolin.
"What are you doing here? Now that he is dead, you must be very happy, right?" the pangolin said with a smile.
Behind him, the figure did not say a word.
"Haha, I was right, why don't you say anything?" Pangolin snorted disdainfully, and then said: "Come on, kill me too. Anyway, Han Sanqian is dead, and I am guilty, let alone live.
, get your hands dirty and have a good time."
After saying this, the pangolin closed its eyes and waited for death.
At this moment, the figure behind him moved slightly, and then a cold voice came: "What's so hard about killing you? It doesn't matter if I do you a favor."
"It's just that I need to tell you that if you die, there will be no one to carry Han Sanqian back, and he will have to die by then." After saying this, the figure turned around and left.
