But in the blink of an eye, the figure had gone further and further away. The pangolin could no longer care so much. It immediately cleaned up the ice and snow on Han Sanqian's body, then stood up, carried Han Sanqian on his back, and chased after the figure.
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Just a few moments later, the two of them walked around the main hall, one behind the other, and came to the courtyard at the back.
On the side of the courtyard is a locked room that is unusual from other rooms. It seems to have been specially built later. Its style is out of tune with other rooms. It is almost entirely made of a similar stone.
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Opening the lock, the two entered the room one after another.
The decoration in the room is very strange. There is a huge stone bed in the center, and there are rows and rows of stone cabinets on both sides. Each side has three floors, upper, middle and lower, with various kinds of slender dishes neatly placed on them.
The large bottle has a red cloth stopper.
"Put it up." The figure walked to the desk on the left, seeming to be looking for something, and ordered.
The pangolin was stunned for a moment, then nodded and placed Han Sanqian on the stone bed.
"Go make a fire."
"Ah?" The pangolin didn't react at all for a moment. What was the purpose of making a fire?
Seeing that the pangolin was motionless, she turned around slightly and glanced at the pangolin from the corner of her eye: "Do you think he really froze to death?"
Hearing this, the pangolin looked back and saw that there was a fire opening under the stone bed, and some peach trees were piled next to it. He didn't care about anything else at the moment, and hurriedly lit the peach wood with a real power in his hand. After putting it into the fire opening, he quickly added firewood to add fire.
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Just as the fire was being lit, several anxious footsteps sounded. Looking back at the door, Xia Wei had rushed to the door. Looking at Han Sanqian lying on the bed, she walked over anxiously.
First he touched the stone bed, then Han Sanqian's hand, then squatted next to the pangolin, pushed the pangolin away slightly, and anxiously threw more firewood into the fire entrance.
As more firewood was added, the fire became more and more intense. She stood up, closed the door tightly, turned around, looked anxiously at the figure beside the desk, and said, "Sister."
"Life and death are destiny, wealth is in heaven." Who else could that figure be except Xia Ran?
At this time, she picked up a small blue and white bottle on the desk, walked slowly to Han Sanqian, poured out a small white pill from the bottle, and was about to put it into Han Sanqian's mouth.
The pangolin hesitated to speak, and seemed to have noticed the pangolin's behavior. Xia Ran said coldly: "Don't worry, I won't kill him if I eat him."
The pangolin looked at Han Sanqian worriedly and continued to add firewood in his hand.
Xia Ran raised her hand and floated slightly in the air, as if sensing the temperature in the room: "If it is bigger, use the real energy to activate it."
The pangolin doesn't talk nonsense. With a move of his hand, the real energy continues to add to the fire. Suddenly, the fire becomes several times stronger.
The temperature of the entire room began to increase significantly. When you touched the stone bed slightly with your hand, you could feel that the temperature of the stone bed had risen and it was a little warm.
Xia Ran nodded, and with a golden cloth in his hand, a golden circle covered the entire stone bed.
As the golden light shone, the temperature inside began to rise rapidly, and the frozen snow on Han Sanqian's body began to gradually melt. Some areas with less ice and snow completely melted, and Han Sanqian's skin was already visible.
However, what surprised the pangolin was that Han Sanqian's skin was not as pale and bruised as he had treated her before. Now Han Sanqian's skin had a faint blood color, although it was very thin.
But at least it won't be associated with the dead.
This gave the pangolin at least some peace of mind.
Xia Wei looked up at Xia Ran nervously, obviously also concerned about Han Sanqian's safety.
Xia Ran took a breath lightly: "I can't give you the answer now. I just hope that the heavy snow this time will have an effect. As for the rest, it depends on his luck."
"Sister." Xia Wei was a little anxious.
"My promise to you to take action is already a big concession. I never said that I would definitely be able to save him." Xia Ran said coldly.
"Wait a minute." At this time, the pangolin stood up suddenly and looked at Xia Ran. He understood: "What did you just say? You mean that the heavy snowfall last night was not caused by the weather, but...
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Xia Ran didn't answer, but not answering was obviously the best answer.
It turns out that snow...
The pangolin was both frightened and angry. It was not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster!
