In the vast white snow and ice, there is a place that is slowly collapsing.
The fine ice and snow began to melt into water, gurgling toward the bottom of the depression.
Then, a fair and beautiful arm suddenly stretched out from the notch. The skin was surrounded by spitting fire snakes, swimming freely in the surrounding ice and snow, quickly melting them and loosening them.
Medea pulled half of her body out of the snowdrift, breathing heavily, as if she had not yet recovered from the natural disaster.
Then, her throat moved involuntarily, and she made a choking sound with complicated and indescribable emotions.
"Woo..."
Tears welled up from her eyes and quickly evaporated in the flames.
However, the woman quickly broke away from her grief and began to turn around and claw at the ice and snow frantically.
Even if you die, you must at least see the body.
She didn't have the ability to use fire, so she just used her hands to claw at the ice and snow, and soon all her fingers turned black and purple.
Finally, a face was revealed in the cleared ice and snow.
Medea did not blindly pull him out of the snow, but carefully dug away the snow that was pressing on him. Finally, with trembling fingers as if in fear, she tried to detect his breath and the pulse of his neck.
I pressed my fingers on his carotid artery and felt the strong beating underneath.
He is still alive.
In this moment, Medea seemed to be finally relieved, and her tense body relaxed.
However, she soon realized another problem.
Even though her fingers were in direct contact with his skin, she strangely didn't show any signs of losing control.
"Yes, you have suppressed your fear." Medusa's voice sounded coldly from her heart, "You are no longer afraid of him."
"My male phobia is gone?" Medea asked in surprise, but then she realized something was wrong.
"That's not the case, you just mentally excluded him from the category of 'hated men'." Medusa sneered, "For you, he has now become a special individual. Although he is
Men, but not those men in your subconscious who 'will pose a threat to you'."
"Isn't that great?" Medea keenly heard Medusa's disgust.
"That's not good at all, that's terrible." Medusa said irritably, "I spent all my energy and wisdom to design a routine plan for obtaining pain with him as the core, but before I could implement it, you...
Tell you that you don’t hate him now? What a joke!”
"Come on, Medusa!" Medea said impatiently, "You just don't want me to feel better!"
"Aren't you the one who separated me as a suffering personality?" Medusa asked her sharply, "If one day you cure your male phobia, then is it necessary for me to exist? I am not as good as
I’ll just merge with you again.”
Medea ignored her and just caressed the unconscious Asik's cheek.
"I want to taste him." She said in her heart.
"You can't wait, are you?" Medusa said helplessly, "I don't want to see your lovemaking, you first wait for me to sink into the depths of my consciousness."
Soon she stopped talking, and Medea knew that she had closed her perception.
So she leaned down and touched his lips lightly.
Warm.
"It tastes good." Medea licked the corners of her lips, her expression was quite unexpected... and pleasant.
She began to examine Asike's body eagerly.
The main reason is large-area skin burns, followed by the impact damage caused by the collision with the ground when falling.
Such an injury would be fatal to anyone. However, as a Level 5 physical transcendent, he merely fell into a coma, and his vital signs were barely at normal levels.
It's just extremely fragile.
"What a pity." Medea thought sadly.
After holding back for more than 20 years, of course she had normal appeals, and now she finally met a man she could touch... She couldn't help but think of the prophecy given to her by the old fortune teller from the Kingdom of Dragon.
After the thunderstorm, everything begins to break out.
It's just a pity that Ask's current burn condition is not suitable for more strenuous exercise... Medea stared at him reluctantly for a long time before standing up to check the surrounding situation.
The two of them seemed to be at the bottom of a valley, surrounded by empty white snow. More snowflakes were falling from the sky, and the surrounding temperature seemed to be slowly lowering.
Medea came nearby, stretched out her hand to summon a ball of flame, and held it down on the snow-covered rock wall.
Thanks to the slight improvement in her male phobia, the ability of "Flame I" has also become much smoother. With time, she can completely digest these potion residues.
Use flames to burn through the snow to reveal the mountain covered underneath.
She originally wanted to melt out an igloo, but she didn't expect that there happened to be a deep depression in the rock face inside, which could be used as a natural cave and a temporary shelter and resting place.
Carefully carrying Asik over, Medea collected the surrounding ice and snow and blocked half of the hole burned by the flames, leaving only a breathable gap.
This way the cold wind won't be able to blow in.
Ask was still in a coma. Medea sat next to him, put his hand in her palm, and warmed his cold skin with some distress.
It would be great if Nora was here, an idea suddenly came to her mind.
No, no, no, it would be best if no one is here, just the two of us alone. Medea thought again.
However, such an idea was so selfish that she glanced at Aske with a guilty look.
He...would also hate me like this, right?
An idea flashed through Medea's mind again: she wanted to secretly peek into Asker's heart to see how he viewed her.
Her psychic ability is currently only level I, and she can only read the superficial consciousness of the target. If she continues to go deeper, she will be in danger of being discovered by the opponent.
However, Ask is now in a coma and cannot detect or stop her little movements, so this idea spreads from Medea's heart like a vine and is out of control.
Just take a look and confirm. She convinced herself in her heart.
Medea's mental body tentacles extended and quietly entered Asker's sea of consciousness.
Human consciousness is like an iceberg in the sea, with 10% of the superficial consciousness exposed and 90% of the deep consciousness sinking in the subconscious ocean, seemingly separated from the collective consciousness.
Now Asik has fallen into a coma, so his superficial consciousness is almost blank. Medea cautiously explores his deeper consciousness.
Deep consciousness, because it belongs to the subconscious level of the human body, is composed of fragments of consciousness with no logical connection between them.
Medea's mental antennae flipped through these fragments, as if she were a visitor in a large library, patiently pulling out a book to investigate.
It seems that in Asik's past, he lived in a big city that was more prosperous than Constantinople.
Medea saw some memory fragments, some seemed to be from his home, and some seemed to be at school. People spoke a certain kind of well-spoken language, and Medea was somewhat impressed by this.
That should be the "dragon language" of the Dragon Kingdom.