The bright red blood, the darkness of despair, the coldness of destruction!
Bu Qinghuan only felt that these things had wrapped him tightly again at this moment, and the thunder of thunder and lightning, as well as the "pop, pop" sound of the heavy rain, kept ringing in his ears.
The darkness is getting thicker and the coldness is getting stronger. His body is very cold now, and his heart is also very cold, and this feeling seems to be choking his throat, making him suffocated!
Bu Qinghuan's clothes were completely soaked with cold sweat. His trembling had turned into convulsions!
But at this moment, a faint warm current flowed into his body.
This warm current is very weak, and it is obvious that its power is simply not enough to come into contact with the bloody, cold, and dark power.
But for some reason, this warm current was like an endless stream, flowing continuously into his body and into his heart.
warmth?
In the darkness, Bu Qinghuan asked himself in a low voice, is this the feeling of warmth?
After feeling carefully for a moment, Bu Qinghuan discovered that the warm feeling actually came from his palm, so he held the warmth in his palm more tightly and held it firmly.
Warmth is hard-won, he should not let it go, he should not miss it, he should hold this warmth tightly.
Outside the ruined temple, there was thunder and lightning, and there was heavy rain, but Bu Qinghuan gradually calmed down, and after just a moment, he actually fell asleep.
But in his hand, Queyi held Mei Yinxue's little hand tightly.
Holding it tightly, Mei Yinxue lowered her head and looked at her right hand, but it was already red from being held by Bu Qinghuan.
Mei Yinxue gave a forced smile helplessly, but Mei Yinxue did not take away her hand.
In his sleep, he didn't know what Bu Qinghuan was dreaming about, but it could be seen that he was not sleeping peacefully. A painful expression would appear on his face from time to time, and his brows would wrinkle from time to time.
"Senior brother, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I am by your side, the master is by your side, and the second senior brother is also by your side. We will always accompany you and protect you. We are all a family!"
Mei Yinxue gently patted Bu Qinghuan's body, just like a mother patting her young child who had a nightmare.
So the expression on Bu Qinghuan's face finally slowly changed. He was no longer in pain, and his brows finally relaxed.
This was the first time that he could sleep peacefully during a thunderstorm night.
After the wind and rain outside gradually subsided, Mei Yinxue carefully took out her little hand, then turned it over and took out a bottle of water, raised her head and drank a few big gulps.
"You're nice to him!" The old man had always paid attention to Mei Yinxue and Bu Qinghuan.
"Haha, who made him my brother?" Mei Yinxue didn't care much.
"Haha, he is lucky to have a sister like you!" The old man smiled.
But at this time, Mei Yinxue's eyes once again appeared. When the carriage was about to run over her, the green figure stood in front of her without any hesitation.
So her lips curled up, and then she said slowly: "I am lucky to have a brother like him!"
The old man did not expect that Mei Yinxue would actually say this, so he looked at Mei Yinxue with bright eyes.