Chapter 1071 Don't Be Afraid, It's Me

There was a deathly silence around him, so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat. It was as if she was alone in a huge and empty tomb, no matter how much she cried and shouted, no one answered.

Could it be that Ye Feng died? !

Yan Ziyuan's whole body was only able to move in a small range with her hands. She groped around like crazy, surrounded by big rocks, sharp and round, crowded around her.

She was stuck in the gap between the stones and could barely move.

Only then did she realize that she was really buried underground!

The shadow of death hangs overhead.

"Ye Feng! Ye Feng! Ye Feng... Where are you?" Yan Ziyuan's voice was choked up by the great panic, and it was a bit shrill.

Could it be that she was buried here by herself?

Is Ye Feng already dead?

don't want--

Her hands frantically fumbled around: "Ye Feng, Ye Feng, answer me...don't ignore me...I'm afraid...I tell you, I'm afraid..."

Suddenly, there was a clatter of stones around her, and a hand gently held her trembling hand...

She was startled, and then tentatively grabbed a piece of driftwood like a drowning person: "Ye Feng? Is...is it you?"

That hand shook her again, although the strength was light, but firm, the hoarse voice came, but with the same calmness as before: "Don't be afraid, it's me."

It was Ye Feng.

he is alive!

Yan Ziyuan's heart that had been hanging in the air for a long time finally fell slightly, and tears flowed out with a slam. She held his hand tightly, as if she had finally grasped a support, and her grievances and panic surged up: "We were buried alive!" Are you...how are you?"

Ye Feng patted her little hand lightly with his wet palm: "I'm... fine."

His hands were cold and wet, Yan Ziyuan became nervous again, and wanted to grope his hands with her backhand: "Why are your hands so wet? Is it blood? Is it blood? Are you injured?! Seriously? Seriously?" serious?"

There were a few rocks between her and Ye Feng, and Ye Feng's hand was squeezed through the gap. She couldn't see Ye Feng's expression clearly, let alone check his injury, so she raised her heart again.

Ye Feng withdrew his hand slowly, and said flatly, "No, this is the blood of the magma dragon."

Ye Feng's voice was still calm and calm, and his breath was very stable, he didn't look like he was injured, Yan Ziyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She put her hand into Ye Feng's again: "Ye Feng...can you hold my hand...I'm afraid..." The voice was a little fragile and tentative, as if as long as Ye Feng refused, she would collapse.

However, deep in her heart she firmly believed that Ye Feng would not reject her.

Ye Feng never refused any of her requests, even if it was an absurdly unreasonable request, Ye Feng would do it for her without saying a word.

Ye Feng gently held her hand, which reassured Yan Ziyuan a lot, but her body still trembled slightly.

Ye Feng shook her hand a little bit, and his voice was a little coaxing: "Zi Yuan, don't be afraid... I'm here."

Don't be afraid, I'm here.

Ferocious and bloody, when the monster opened its mouth wide, he hugged her, covered her eyes lightly, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm..."

The wind and snow were relentless, and when the sled was about to collapse, he patted her, warmed her with his body, and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, I'm..."

Today, they are buried by rocks at a depth of nearly 10,000 meters in the ice field. No one knows that when she was struggling in pain, it was his steady voice that brought her the courage to live.