Qingge and Concubine Zhan Jie and the other went to the second floor of the Bing Valley.
On the way, he fought with countless snow monsters until he killed several snow monsters with poor combat power. After killing several snow monsters with poor combat power, Zhan Jieyu found that her strength had been significantly improved. It was not the purity and abundant spiritual energy, but the practical experience and the speed and accuracy of starting.
After killing another snow monster, a crisp sound rang out.
Wow—
Qingge, who was walking ahead to explore the way, looked back and saw a circle of silver light appearing on Zhan Jieyu's body.
She broke through, the seventh level of innate nature!
Qingge smiled and continued walking forward.
Concubine Zhan continued to follow Qingge. In one or two days, Concubine Zhan seemed to be more mature, steady and restrained.
The two of them walked 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 in front of him.
The door of the house was opened, and the man in a crescent robe walked out. When he saw the woman standing proudly in the wind and snow, he was stunned. The curling in his hand fell to the ground and cracked into pieces.
The two of them looked at each other like this, and it lasted for a long time. The snow became heavier and heavier, and Qingyang was melted by the white snow.
Zhan Jieyu stood on one side holding a sword dyed with dark brown blood. Although she was puzzled, she did not disturb her.
After a while, gentle footsteps sounded in the igloo, followed by a soft voice from the woman, "A Chen, 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. An ancient sword-like figure stood in the wind, frost, rain and snow.
Lan Wu's heart trembled, his hands trembled slightly, and Mei Qingchen's hands slid down from her palm weakly.
Lan Wu's expression on his face was stiff for a moment.
"A Chen, it's Miss Ye." Lan Wu saw Mei Qingchen standing with his limbs tense, without saying a word, his heart sank slightly, and said.
Mei Qingchen came to his senses, but panicked. He and Lan Wu were free from the world here and were used to being alone between the two of them. He really didn't know how to deal with the current situation.
"It's cold outside and the room is warm, let Miss Ye come in." Lan Wu said easily to relieve the embarrassment in front of him.
Mei Qingchen frowned. He didn't want Qingge to enter the house, as this would only make things more complicated.
Seeing that Mei Qingchen was indifferent, Lan Wu walked towards Qingge and said, "Miss Ye, I cannot repay my life-saving grace in the mist forest. Since I have arrived at my house, why not come in and rest?"
"No need, we still have to hurry." Qingge refused indifferently.
At this time, Mei Qingchen took a heavy plush cloak from the room and walked out, put it on Lan Wu with heartache, and said with a little complaint: "You are in poor health and can't stand the cold. Why are you still so unbearable and running around?"
"A Chen, I'm in much better condition."
Lan Wu smiled calmly, but after saying that, he started coughing weakly.
Mei Qingchen grabbed Lan Wu with great help.
Qingge's face remained unchanged, her clothes were thin, and her ink robe had long been dyed dark red by blood. She was as slender as a weak willow, shaking in the wind, and seemed to fall into the abyss at any time, but she had been stubborn and stubborn for a century.
Qingge hugged Mei Qingchen and the others and clasped his fists, "You two, you will never see each other." As he said that, Qingleng turned around and walked deeper with Concubine Zhan Jie.
Bang—
Heavy objects fell to the ground.
Qingge looked back and Concubine Zhan suddenly fainted on the ground.
Lan Wu immediately squatted down, flipped through Zhan Jieyu's eyelids, then covered Zhan Jieyu's body with a big cloak, raised his eyes and looked at Qingge, and said, "This girl is infected with wind and cold and weak constitution. I'm afraid there is still the cold and poisonous gas of the snow monster on her body. Stay here. I am a doctor and can cure her. There are intermediate monsters gathered together in front of me. You can't just go recklessly."
After saying that, Lan Wu wanted to pick up Zhan Jieyu, but her body was even weaker. Not only did she not pick up Zhan Jieyu, she also fell to the ground. Mei Qingchen immediately stepped forward and helped Lan Wu up, "Let me do it."
After helping Lan Wu, Mei Qingchen was about to go forward to hug Concubine Zhan. A figure rushed to Concubine Zhan and easily picked up Concubine Zhan and walked towards the igloo generously.
Mei Qingchen was in a trance and looked at Qingge's resolutely cruel figure, and she was lost for a moment.
Lan Wu leaned in her arms, hugged him, and said, "A Chen, I'm cold."
Mei Qingchen, who was already awake, took off the cloak on his body with heartache, wrapped Lan Wu, and then hugged Lan Wu and returned to the igloo.
Qingge stood in the igloo with Zhan Jieyu in her arms. The room was very simple, with a table, a chair, a bed and a quilt.
Oh, and a pot of tea.
"Put her on the bed."
After Lan Wu finished speaking, he lifted the thick curtain and walked into the kitchen, and began to boil medicine.
Qingge carefully placed Zhan Jieyu on the bed, and then stood on one side silently.
There were only three people in the room, she, him, and a coma Zhan Jieyu.
The atmosphere was awkward and awkward, and even the air seemed to be less erratic.
"How are you?"
As if half a century had passed, Mei Qingchen, who was sitting on a wooden chair, finally spoke out.
In his eyes when he looked at Qingge, there was guilt, uneasiness, and perhaps some feelings that he didn't even understand.
"It's so good." Qingge said lightly.
Mei Qingchen: “…”
"You've lost weight." He said again for a long time.
Qingge lowered her eyes, silent. After a long time, she raised her eyes and smiled like a flower, "What's your business?"
Mei Qingchen: “…”
"Where is him?" Mei Qingchen was still looking for topics.
"Who?" The woman's voice was colder than the snow outside.
"Mr. Ji."
“Warm the bed at home.”
Mei Qingchen: “…”
Mei Qingchen suddenly realized that Miss Ye was not gentle at all. She was cruel and vicious, ruthless in her words, moody, unstable, and her style of behavior depended on her mood.
But what's damn, during those days in the West Sea, he actually felt that this woman deserved to be gentle, which made him nostalgic and obsessed.
But now, what about her tenderness?
Her tenderness disappeared.
In the misty forest, Mei Qingchen saw with his own eyes that she was leaning on the little bird in the arms of another evil and wild man. Her bloodthirsty eyes could only be lingering when she was watching that man.
Many years later, Mei Qingchen realized it very much.
She loves him, and only then will she be a hundred times gentle.
She doesn't love him, he doesn't even have a big fuck.
Mei Qingchen was like a thorn in his throat, and it seemed like a huge rock was placed in his heart, which made him suffocate and his chest was tight and his breath was short.
Mei Qingchen opened his mouth and wanted to say something. The curtain in the kitchen was lifted up, and Lan Wu walked in with a steaming porcelain bowl.
Qingge helped Zhan Jieyu well, and Lan Wu fed the medicine from the porcelain bowl to Zhan Jieyu.
Chapter completed!