(088 Snow is gentle and disgusted with reincarnation)

Hook Pig felt a panic in his heart, and he felt his whole body cold. Is death coming?

This cold is real and no longer an illusion.

A cold wind enveloped him, and he felt the ground turn white and frost. The kind of water he had seen suspended in the air when it rained had now turned into hexagonal snowflakes the size of his palm, flying in the air.

The frost that formed on the ground was like pieces of crystal crystal, each of which was combined into a hexagonal shape, forming an ice cream flower engraved on the ground.

These flowers are extremely cold to the touch, cold to the bone. The hook pig is crawling on the frost like this. The branches had turned white, the same as the silvery leaves he had ever seen. Frost was starting to form on his body.

The cold air entered the body, and the stinging pain felt lighter. It's probably because I'm numb from the cold.

"You said you would never die, let me stay here and wait for you.

"You also promised me that the place where I live will never have the pain of life and death.

"Even if I die, I won't enter reincarnation, and I will always live a life without troubles by my side.

"That's why I'm here waiting for you.

"But I feel like someone is in the pain of samsara.

"You're a liar. ”

A series of self-talking voices came with the cold wind, like a string of wind chimes shaking in the wind.

Hook Pig saw a pair of hands, as pure as snow and as cold as ice - in fact, there was still a little bit of pale yellow and reddish blood.

The hands brushed him and picked him up.

It was a woman, dressed in white, who seemed to be fused with the frost.

She was draped in a heavy white velvet scarf. A hint of warmth emanated from the soft towel.

Hook Pig saw a face, an ordinary woman, a plain face like a goose egg. She doesn't have the charm of Lan Ruoshuang, nor the innocence of witch flaws, nor is she as cold and glamorous as Lian Ling, but she has a pair of gentle eyes like water.

The green hair was not combed, and it was scattered on the shoulders, and the ends of the hair were also condensed with a layer of fine white frost.

Her whole body breath is restrained, and with the perception of hooking the pig in the blur, she feels that this is a mortal.

Her gaze swept over the hook pig, from head to toe.

"There's something weird, walking with blood......" she muttered. She trembled all over her body, as if a foreign body had entered her veins.

She placed the hook pig on the ground and opened his chest. On the chest of the hook pig, purple-black marks appeared one by one.

These things are not on the skin, they seem to be scratches from some kind of foreign object under the skin.

It's all over the body, and it's still spreading. If this continues, this person will die soon.

Whenever she saw someone who was about to die, she would feel sad and unbearable.

She pressed her palms against the hooked pig's chest.

In fact, her hands are not as cold as they seem. Her palms were soft and warm. It feels like a leather bag with hot water in the cold quilt in winter.

There is no feeling of aura fluctuation, it is like the gentle hand of an ordinary woman.

But some kind of powerful suction suddenly appeared, spreading everywhere along the bloodline of the hook pig.

This suction seems to have a trade-off, targeting only all the hard things.

His bones rattled. It's like it's going to fall apart.

Of course, his bones don't fall apart so easily. Even if it falls apart, it is impossible to move too many positions in the body.

But the tiny barbs that had broken off from the heart thorns that were mixed in his blood, attracted by this powerful attraction, began to flow down his veins.

They all gathered towards his chest, where the woman's palms were pressed.

The stinging pain in countless places all over the body was like rain converging into a river, moving in the same direction.

Not all of these severed thorns are in the blood. There are also many pierced under his muscles, internal organs, and skin. At this time, they were all pulled by this powerful suction force together, and moved directly into his body, scratching even more terrible scars.

Hook Pig couldn't bear it anymore, and blurted out another scream.

"Bear with me. If you don't suck these things out, you will suppurate all over your body and die. ”

Yang Qi overflows, and Yin Qi is introverted, this woman is surrounded by Xuanyin Qi, so Gou Zhu can hardly feel her cultivation. Yang Qi is the main emanator, and Yin Qi is the main inhaler, so a certain extremely cold True Qi in her body is lucky, and it has a strong adsorption power.

She happened to use this as a hook to suck out the foreign body in her body.

All the spines are concentrated on the chest of the hook pig, like a swarm of ants gathering. Then they were like black sprouts that had been born, and with a stinging pain, they burrowed out of his skin and were all attached to the woman's hand.

There were still bursts of stinging pain in the body of the hook pig like non-stop lightning. It wasn't because of the broken thorn, but because of the pain of the scar from the broken scar.

The woman shook off the broken thorns in her hands with both hands, and then repeated the exercise several times to make sure that all the broken thorns were discharged without fail.

"Bitter Cold Poisonous Mother?" A hint of surprise suddenly appeared on the woman's originally gentle face, "Could it be that you are a descendant of the Snow Clan?"

"No......" The surprise on her face quickly dissipated around like an accidental wave of water, "This bitter cold poisonous mother is very weak, it should be implanted the day after tomorrow." ”

But her mood was noticeably much warmer. Although this person is an acquired bitter cold poisonous mother, this at least shows that the descendants of the Snow Clan still exist. Otherwise, there would be no bitter cold poison mother in this world at all, and it would be impossible to implant it in others.

"Who are you?" Draining the broken thorns, the hook pig gradually regained the ability to speak.

"My name is Wen Ruxue. The woman lowered her eyebrows and replied softly.

"Where are you taking me?"

The woman had picked him up and walked on the branches.

"Take you to the Extreme Hades. ”

"Where?"

"A place to recuperate. You are badly injured, your breath is weak, and you need to recuperate. ”

With that, she flew into the air.

Like a snowflake, it flies up with the whirlwind and goes straight up for nine days.

The boundless tree of more than sixty miles has reached the top in the blink of an eye.

It was snow-white in front of him, and the snow was falling, hitting him in the face like a cold throwing knife. He could see almost nothing but a white expanse.

He was very weak and cold. It seems that the only strength to sustain life comes from the warmth that comes from this woman's body through the thick velvet scarf.

Wen Ruxue, this name is really apt. In this extremely cold world, fluffy white snow has become the only thing warm.

Under the blow of extreme weakness and cold, the hook pig fell unconscious.