The moment Nangong Yao hugged Tang Fan, their bodies trembled at the same time and screamed.

"What are you doing?"

Tang Fan's body stiffened instantly, and he naturally could not understand the complicated thoughts in Nangong Yao's mind.

Nangong Yao no longer had time to answer. She only knew that the hot arms gave her an indescribable sense of security and vitality, allowing her to stick it on it desperately, hug it tightly, and hug it tightly.

She even wanted to melt on his back, indulge in it, and never wake up.

She didn't know why she was doing this, she knew she shouldn't do this, but she just couldn't control it.

At present, this hot and hot back has become the whole of her life, making her only care about enjoying the warmth in front of her, no matter what she will in the future...

It was so wonderful that she had never seen before in her life, and she was even more reluctant to miss it.

She felt that this was her most sincere selfish desire at the last moment of her life.

If she is let die now, she will feel nothing.

After all, she had put aside everything and tried to win hope of survival.

The two of them just stuck together, motionless, as if they were frozen together and turned into a whole.

Gradually, when the heat from Tang Fan spread throughout Nangong Yao's body, it stimulated the pills in her body, activated the recovery of her cultivation, and finally made her not that cold.

However, as the vitality revived, the pain was clearly transmitted to her mind, making her unwilling to give up on her hot shoulders.

She felt that when she hugged Tang Xiaowu's hot back tightly, she would disperse the pain and make her less uncomfortable.

But at this time, the cultivation aura that Tang Fan had emitted had almost dissipated, which made her feel cold again.

"Quick...continue to spread your cultivation level, I want to be hotter..."

Nangong Yao had to speak, she urgently needed temperature now.

Because of her anxiety, her fingers even patted Tang Fan's lower abdomen.

"Well……"

Tang Fan shivered again, God knew how tormented he was now.

He had no choice but to continue to spread his cultivation and secretly stimulated the power of dragon blood.

After the dragon's blood boiled, a domineering red light filled his body, turning into blood and slowly nourishing Nangong Yao's body.

"oh……"

Nangong Yao felt the pores and blood vessels of her body opened up under the immersion of dragon blood. She felt comfortable and couldn't control herself for a while. She made a sensational cry, and her body couldn't help but stick tighter.

"Is this... OK?"

Tang Fan turned around and looked at her intoxicated look. He wanted to wake her up, either continuing, afraid that she would be embarrassed.

"Well……"

Nangong Yao suddenly came to her senses, knowing that she had lost her composure, and the shame she had lost before was picked up, making her not know what to do.

But Tang Fan just grinned and asked, "Are you okay? Can I leave?"

"Where are you going?"

When Nangong Yao heard that he was leaving, she subconsciously hugged him tightly again with both hands.

"Go to find a cave. Your injury is too serious, so it's very dangerous to continue like this."

Tang Fan pointed to her shoulders that had been covered by blood.

"Oh, then...you go."

Nangong Yao was very reluctant to leave. Her vitality had just recovered a little and she was reluctant to leave Tang Fan's body.

"Then let go. If you do this, how can I go?"

"you……"

Nangong Yao's face turned red, and she couldn't help but feel a little hated for this damn shame.

Her hand slowly left Tang Fan's waist, but before she could completely pull it back, she suddenly had an idea and said angrily: "Idiot, you... can't you go with me on your back?"

"Born you?"

Tang Fan looked at her with a strange look, as if he didn't know her anymore.

"Yes, if you leave, if...if I encounter danger again, who will save me?"

"oh……"

Tang Fan raised his head to look at the sky, and it seemed that he was thinking. In fact, he didn't want his smile to be discovered by Nangong Yao.

"What are you still standing there!"

Nangong Yao couldn't wait. With the help of the physical strength he had just recovered, he raised his hands, jumped gently, and lay on Tang Fan's back, and naturally hugged his neck with both hands.

"oh!"

Tang Fan called out again.

"You...what are you?"

Nangong Yao felt a little embarrassed, but she couldn't refuse.

"My father said that you can't just carry a woman casually, it would be unlucky unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless you carry your wife, hehe..."

"Look at you so stupid, you still want to find a wife!"

Nangong Yao raised her hand and patted Tang Fan's head gently. She did not feel offended, but instead thought he was a little silly and cute.

"Hehe, your body is so...so soft..."

Tang Fan held up his hands and lifted her up again.

"It seems you are not stupid enough!"

Nangong Yao gave him a blank look, then left his fate and directly pressed his face to his back.

Tang Fan lit the ground with his feet, flew gently, and searched along the lakeside.

After a while, he finally discovered a natural cave and flew in with Nangong Yao on his back.

At this time, Nangong Yao's cultivation had recovered a little, but the flesh and blood on her shoulders were slapped off by the snow eagle on her face. Under normal circumstances, it still takes some time to cultivate.

Also, the internal injuries she suffered when she was besieged before could not be healed immediately.

But as her cultivation recovered, the cave blocked the wind and snow for her, and she finally saved her life.

The most important thing is that there is a Tang Xiaowu who is like a stove and can never be beaten to death.

Tang Fan put her on a stone and looked at her foolishly. Look at that meaning, he wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

Nangong Yao coughed dryly and said, "Is your body born? Why... so hard?"

"I don't know. Anyway, my father always beats me and soaks me in a medicine jar..."

"That should be the spiritual medicine for body tempering. It seems... your father is not simple!"

Nangong Yao nodded thoughtfully, but then he said in confusion: "Since he is so powerful, why don't you personally teach your alchemy skills?"

"My father took my mother away, and I don't know where I went..."

Tang Fan tilted his head, still feeling a little sad, and continued, "No one hit me anymore, it's so boring."

"Where have they been?"

"I don't know. Before he left, he told me to practice well and practice elixir well. He said he would come to me in the future."

"oh……"

Nangong Yao guessed in her heart that perhaps Tang Xiaowu's parents had met their enemies and had to separate from them for the safety of their children, and they were likely to have been killed.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic to Tang Fan and said, "The Jindan Sect is the number one alchemy sect in the world. If you can join, you must work hard!"

"Look, this is the pill I have refined!"

Tang Fan took out some pills, which were all the waste pills he refined when he was studying the alchemy before. They all have all kinds of types. Although they also have some medicinal power, the effect is unknown.

Nangong Yao took it curiously and looked at it, and said in surprise: "Is this really what you trained?"

"Yes, it's a pity that failed, it's useless..."

"No, no..."

Nangong Yao shook her head quickly and said, "Although these pills are useless pills, they all have their medicinal effects, which means you are not far from success!"

"That's good……"

Tang Fan giggled, as if he suddenly remembered it, pointed to Nangong Yao's injured shoulder and said, "I have a ointment here that can cure external injuries and will not leave scars."

"real?"

"Well, it was my father who gave it to me, I'll wipe it for you."
To be continued...