She didn't give up and tried to take a few steps forward.
As soon as I arrived in front of the door, I seemed to bump into something transparent, soft, but extremely flexible.
Sure enough, there is a barrier!
Hua Xiyue was extremely frustrated. Naturally, she was unwilling to just wait in the house and looked up at the roof.
Only then did she realize that the four walls and roof of this room were made of thousands of years of ice.
No wonder it's transparent, it turns out to be an igloo!
Humph, I don’t believe there is a barrier on this roof!
Hua Xiyue raised her sleeves, and a wave of pink light hit her.
The roof actually rippled like water waves. After a few ripples, it returned to normal.
Hua Xiyue still refused to give up, so she punched the four walls randomly, but without exception, they all bounced back.
That damn pervert, that perverted pervert! He actually seemed to be covering her up in a big hood.
She spent a lot of effort, but still couldn't take a step out, and she was panting from exhaustion.
She was running around feeling sulky when she suddenly heard a "swish" sound outside the house, and then heard a "bump" sound, like a big balloon being punctured.
She was stunned for a moment when the door of the room suddenly opened with a bang from both sides, and a man in white appeared.
Hua Xiyue was stunned for a moment, then she cheered and jumped forward: "Jiaruo!"
The person who came was none other than Jia Ruo.
At this time, his face was still very pale, and his black hair was slightly messy.
There were a few blood stains on the white clothes, and I didn't know whether they were his or someone else's.
When he saw Hua Xiyue rushing toward her, even though he only glanced at her, he knew that she was fine.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes, which were usually indifferent to everything, actually revealed a touch of pity and gentleness.
He reached out and brushed her hair, tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, and said calmly: "You're frightened, don't be afraid, you're fine."
He looked at her torn clothes again, frowned slightly, raised his hand, and the white shirt was draped over her shoulders, wrapping her tightly.
At this moment, Hua Xiyue seemed to still not believe her eyes.