Chapter 1395 If You Don't Leave, I Won't Give up (3)

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I saw that Xuehu's small body was curled up on the bed, his whole body was fried, trembling constantly, and he even made a painful hum.

"Snow Lake—"

Yang Zimei rushed over and picked it up.

Xuehu's whole body was terribly cold at this time. Holding him was like holding a piece of ice in his arms, causing Yang Zimei's teeth to fight up and down.

She put her palm on his body, constantly pumping her own heat into him.

However, to no avail.

It seems that its body can no longer accept any heat. Except for the cold, it is still cold. Its whole body, as if it had been frozen, turned icy blue, and the eyelashes were covered with ice.

"Snow Lake, Snow Lake—"

Yang Zimei was so flustered that she was at a loss. She took out all the ginseng and snow lotus flowers left in her storage ring, and wanted to feed him to see if it could increase his calories.

"Girl, I don't need to eat."

Xuehu talked to her weakly, "Don't worry, it's alright, just hold on, it will be over soon."

Yang Zimei's tears flowed, "Xuehu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you have to endure it, I can't let you die, I can't let you leave me, woo woo..."

"I can't die."

Xuehu said in a heartfelt voice, "Girl, I'm a little tired right now, so I can't say more. Don't worry, I'll get over it soon. I'll sleep for a while, don't wake me up."

"OK."

Yang Zimei didn't dare to ask him out loud any more, so she only held him in her arms, hoping to make him feel a little warmer.

If it wasn't to save the dragon and chase the sky, he would not be like this.

Although she didn't know the current situation, she still vaguely guessed that Xuehu had returned to the original form of a fox now.

It is also possible that the magic in Long Zhutian was transferred to Xuehu?

Yang Zimei peeled off the long hair on Xuehu's body and looked at its abdomen.

There is no black mark like Long Zhutian, a little relieved.

From time to time, she stretched out her hand to test its breath, and found that there was still breath, so she felt a little more at ease.

"Sister, how did Xuehu become like this?"

Xiao Qian asked in a low voice.

Yang Zimei told him the situation just now.

"Is there a black mark in the heart?"

Xiao Qian frowned, "Then I'll go take a look."

"Xiao Qian, do you remember something?"

There was a glimmer of hope in Yang Zimei's eyes, "Do you know that sorcery?"

"Let me consider."

Xiao Qian stepped on his calf and ran to Long Zhutian's room.

Yang Zimei hugged Xuehu and went over together.

Before Xuehu woke up, she couldn't leave it alone, lest there would be no one to take care of her.

When he came to the room, he found that Long Zhutian was already sitting on the edge of the bed, with his black shirt open, and his chest, which was originally a strong wheat color, was vaguely black.

Only now did Yang Zimei realize that the circle of black halo was a bit like a blooming rose, and in front of his chest, it looked particularly evil and mysterious.

Long Zhutian's dark blue pupils quietly looked at Yang Zimei who walked in with Xuehu in his arms. There seemed to be thousands of emotions to express in his eyes.

"Daily, are you awake?"

Yang Zimei walked over and asked nervously, "How do you feel now?"

"I can't sleep without you by my side."

Long Zhutian said, stretched out his healthy hand and pulled her directly into his arms.

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