The silence around her was so quiet that she could hear her heartbeat.???                                                                                                                    �

Could it be that Ye Feng is dead?!

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

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

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

The shadow of death hangs over the head.

"Ye Feng! Ye Feng! Ye Feng... Where are you?" The huge panic made Yan Ziyuan's voice choked, a little sharp and shrill.

Could it be that she was buried here?

Is Ye Feng dead?

don't want--

Her hands were touching wildly: "Ye Feng, Ye Feng, you answer me... don't ignore me... I'm afraid... I tell you, I'm afraid..."

Suddenly, there was a slugger around her, and a hand gently held her trembling hand...

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

The hand held her again, although the force was light, it was firm. A hoarse voice came, but it was as quiet as ever: "Don't be afraid, it's me."

It's Ye Feng.

He is still alive!

Yan Ziyuan's heart, which had been hanging in the air for a long time, finally fell a little, and tears flowed out with a sound of tears. She held his hand tightly, as if she had finally held a leaning back, and felt aggrieved and panic surged up: "Are we buried alive? You... how are you?"

Ye Feng gently patted her little hand with a wet palm: "I... it's okay."

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

There were several rocks between her and Ye Feng, and Ye Feng's hand was squeezed through the crack. She couldn't see Ye Feng's expression clearly, and she couldn't check his injuries. She raised her heart again.

Ye Feng slowly pulled his hand back and said lightly: "No, this is the blood of the magma dragon."

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

She put her hand in Ye Feng's hand again: "Ye Feng... Can you hold my hand?...I'm afraid..." The voice was a bit fragile and temptation, as if Ye Feng refused, she would collapse.

However, she had inexplicably believed in her heart that Ye Feng would not reject her.

Ye Feng had never rejected any of her requests. Even if it was an unreasonable and ridiculous request, Ye Feng would do it for her without saying a word.

Ye Feng gently held her with his hand, which made Yan Ziyuan feel much more at ease, but his body was still slightly trembling.

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

Don't be afraid, I'm here.

The monster was ferocious and bloody, and when it opened its mouth, he hugged her, covered her eyes lightly, and said lightly: "Don't be afraid, I'm..."

When the wind and snow were ruthless, and the sled was about to collapse, he patted her, warmed her with his body temperature, and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, I'm..."
Chapter completed!