Xi Mutong hurried back to her hut in a hurry, and Yu Feng was still lying motionless on the jade bed, as if she was sleeping soundly.

She put a fox skin blanket on him, and then turned around and sat down under the pear blossom tree, letting the petals decorate herself like a snowman, but the memory seemed to never come back.

Three days passed, and it was quiet in the bamboo house, and Yu Feng had been sleeping peacefully, with no sign of waking up. Xi Mutong began to get nervous again, and intuitively felt that he had misjudged something.

She couldn't sit still any longer, she jumped up, pushed open the door and ran to the bedside, and reached out to probe his forehead, which was hotter than when she had touched his hand in the gazebo. She wanted to touch his body, but she didn't dare, her hand just touched the blanket and bounced away like a fire, and her mind couldn't help but fight fiercely over the phrase "men and women don't kiss each other".

But the huge sense of crisis finally prevailed over the suspicion of men and women, she gritted her teeth and lifted the blanket.

"Sir—"

The moment she lifted the blanket, she was stunned by Yu Feng's condition, only to see that his crimson robe had turned black at this time, and puffs of green smoke came out of his body, as if there was a fire burning inside him. She frantically tried to shake his hand, but this time it was so hot that it bounced away.

The blanket had been removed, Yu Feng's body was exposed to the air, and his complexion began to change, his expression was no longer as calm as three days ago, but distorted as the black qi on his body gradually spread to his face.

"What to do? What am I going to do? Sir, you can't die, it's Tong'er who hurt you! I hurt you! Xi Mutong was so anxious that she wanted to cry, and strangely, she seemed to be able to reach out and touch her heartbreak, but she couldn't find half a tear.

She rushed back to think about fasting, carried all the bottles of medicine in the cabinet over, unscrewed the caps and poured them on him, but it didn't work at all, and seeing that the hot black gas was about to engulf his handsome face, then she suddenly thought of something, ice.

With such a high temperature, if she wants to fall, she can only use ice, but this pear blossom col is as warm as spring, and she can't break through the barrier and enter the snowfield, so how can she get the ice?

In a panic, her brain seemed to burn as if it were his body. She covered her face with her hands anxiously, not daring to look at him again. But when her cold hand touched her cheek, her eyes widened as if prompted by a god, and Mu Nana walked over and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Ice? I...... Am I just a piece of ice? What kind of ice in the world will be colder than mine? But do I have to ...... No way! Absolutely not! ”

Frightened by the thought in her head, she shook her head frantically, turned around and was about to run, but stopped after two steps, staring blankly at him as he was dying.

"If I leave like this, he will die, and maybe if I see him again tomorrow, he will be a pile of ashes......"

Thinking of this, she didn't hesitate any longer, took three steps and two steps back, decisively tore off her clothes and jumped onto the jade bed, and stretched out her arms to hug him tightly.

Suddenly, a wave of heat swept in, and the fire of the feather wind pierced through her thin little clothes, as if burning every inch of her skin, making her unbearable pain.

"My bones, it hurts......" She felt as if something was melting, and thin streams of water flowed around her body, although it was a stream, but it was like a knife, pulling back and forth to cut the blood vessels in her body.

Looking at Yu Feng again, he still had no breath, but the black qi on his face seemed to have subsided a little.

"My coldness has worked on him! Sir is saved! Her heart was full of joy and sorrow, and the pain made her tired, so she hugged Feather Wind tightly and fell into a deep sleep.

One day, two days, three days......

Xi Mutong woke up in a daze, fell asleep, counted the change of day and night, and felt that three days had passed.

The feather wind beside him, at this time, the white jade-like face had returned to normal, and the robe on his body had returned to a red color.

She sat up from the bed, looked at her incomprehensible shirt, and was ashamed of herself, for fear that he would suddenly wake up, so she quickly put on her shirt and skirt, and left the bamboo house, and sat quietly in the pear blossom snow alone. (To be continued.) )