Li Luo's vision began to blur, and his mind began to wander. In the haze, the figure outside the room raised his head and looked at Li Luo indifferently, but Li Luo couldn't see his face clearly. Maybe it was just like the lazy Zhang Zeliu said
Like that, it might be better to find a piece of harder wood and knock yourself out.
I don't know how long it took, but Li Luo couldn't hear the sound, couldn't see the light, and his thoughts seemed to have stagnated. He forgot about the fog, the forest, the snowfield, and the soil palace that was still in the wooden house.
In the dark, Li Luo suddenly felt a hint of coolness in his arms, like a glimmer of light in the endless darkness, a life-saving straw in the roaring sea. Li Luo grabbed it almost as if he was dying.
What he held in his hand was a cold, warm box. Li Luo couldn't remember what the box contained, but he instinctively held the box tightly in his hand.
The cold breath swam along Li Luo's arm and into his meridians. Along the way, he awakened the inner energy of Bing Xin Jue, and performed the exercises in the sky, bringing Li Luo back from his trance.
The light was still there, the sound was there, and Rang Sique was also there, standing behind Li Luo at this moment, patting Li Luo's back quickly and gently, trying to wake Li Luo up.
Of course, there is also the murderous and ferocious murderous intention.
Li Luo was half-kneeling on the ground, panting heavily. His clothes were all wet with cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water. The moment when he was drowning and on the verge of death came out of the water.
"Are you awake? What's wrong with you?" Rang Sique shouted in surprise.
"How long?" Li Luo struggled to stand up, his voice hoarse and unpleasant. Not to mention Rang Sique, even Li Luo himself was shocked.
"It didn't take long, you suddenly fell down just now, you were sweating all over, and you didn't respond no matter how you screamed, and now you suddenly woke up again." Rang Sique said with a look of astonishment.
Li Luo was startled. He thought that a long time had passed, but he never thought that it had only happened in the blink of an eye.
"What happened?"
"Maybe you're right about one thing."
"What is it?" Rang Sique asked in shock.
"They are really between life and death." After saying that, Li Luo suddenly sheathed his sword, put one hand into his arms, and with the other hand, as fast as lightning, he caught the figure outside the house in the blink of an eye.
Rang Sique exclaimed and looked at Li Luo blankly, wondering why Li Luo did this.
Li Luo remained silent. Although the hand holding the figure outside the room trembled slightly, he did not flinch. I don't know if it was due to the strength on Li Luo's arm, but the figure seemed to lift his neck. Just before Li Luo and Rang Si
Just when Que wanted to see his true appearance, the figure suddenly shattered in Li Luo's hands, shattering like a bubble, leaving a pool of black water and a black coat on the ground.
Li Luo froze on the spot. Not only was the strange situation before him, but there was also an even more mysterious laughter.
"Hey……"
"Did you hear that?" Li Luo looked back at Rang Sique in the room. Rang Sique looked shocked. He nodded and asked, "It's not you..."
Li Luo shook his head, indicating that the sound was not made by himself.
"Is it him?"
Li Luo looked at the black water at his feet. The sound was so close that there was no one else but him.
Rang Sique's face became paler and paler. He was frightened everywhere this night. Rang Sique already felt regretful. If he had known this, he should not have brought Li Luo to this misty snowfield.
Li Luo leaned down, fiddled with the black water for a moment, and picked up two unknown beads from it. They were blue and deep, like stars or ghost eyes.
Li Luo raised his head and glanced outside the house. Although there was no trace, the evil thoughts that had just surged like a tide retreated deep into the snowfield, avoiding the wooden house and Li Luo in front of the hole in the wooden house.
The wind picked up, shaking off the snow on the trees, making a rustling sound.
Rang Sique was still in shock. He looked at the boundless darkness outside the house and walked gently to Li Luo. Even though he was not as immersed in the situation as Li Luo, he still noticed that something was quietly disappearing in the darkness.
"What is this?" Rang Sique asked suspiciously, staring at the two blue beads in Li Luo's hand.
"I don't know, it fell from his body." Li Luo opened his palm, brought the beads to Rang Sique's eyes, and said softly, "Here's one for you."
"Give me?"
"Well, maybe it will be useful." Li Luo said leisurely.
Rang Sique was silent for a moment, picked up one of the slightly smaller beads, looked at it and put it in his arms.
Li Luo put away the other bead and stared blankly at the endless darkness outside the room, a trace of worry hanging on his eyebrows.
"How did he become like this?"
Li Luo shook his head and said nothing.
Rang Sique looked at Li Luo. Is it that the Great Ganding Heavenly King didn't want to say, or that he didn't know? It's hard for Rang Sique to say for sure, but there must be many secrets hidden in him. Even Gu Yatan's expression changed in the misty snowy field.
He seemed to be wary of the thin and handsome young man in front of him.
Just now, Li Luo remembered where the jade box in his arms came from. It was the gift given to Li Luo by Boritie China at the foot of the cliff when he was born that day. It had a cold air very similar to the cold jade essence. Li Luo had been keeping it in
He had it on his body but had never opened it, but he unexpectedly saved Li Luo's life tonight.
The old friend has passed away, leaving nothing behind. At the moment when the figure turned into water, the jade box in Li Luo's arms suddenly burst out with a ray of heat, as if the box contained a small fragment of the scorching sun, enough to melt all the coldness in the world.
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Li Luoben wanted to take out the jade box and show it to Rang Sique, but after thinking about it, he gave up the idea.
The night was still dark, but the depressing and suffocating atmosphere was much less. Li Luo sat cross-legged in front of the big hole in the wooden house, holding the Minghong knife across his legs, meditating and adjusting his breath. The fire was not extinguished, it was slightly hot, the cabin was swaying, and the beauty was like
Jade, hugging the knees and chanting softly, peaceful and quiet.
The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the smoke and the orchids are weeping with dew, the curtains are light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slant light reaches the dawn and penetrates the Zhuhu.
Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I went up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world. I want to send colorful notes and rulers. I know where the mountains are and the rivers are.
When the fire subsided, Rangsi Que added a piece of firewood. He raised his head and glanced at Li Luo beside the wooden hole, feeling a sense of warmth in his heart. Although Li Luo's back was thin, it was particularly reassuring.
The sky is turning white, walking at night and coming in the morning.
Rang Sique was taking a nap while leaning against the wooden pillar in the house. Although Li Luo was guarding him, Rang Sique was not peaceful in the first half of the night, and fell asleep in the second half of the night. After falling asleep, he had nightmares again and again.
In the dream, I saw countless big, dark, bloody mouths with sharp fangs very close to each other, but I couldn't see clearly the dream that was further away.
The eyes under his eyelids kept trembling, and he could only struggle in the nightmare, but could not wake up. Suddenly, a hand with a gentle breath gently pressed on the top of Rang Sique's head.