Quick Transmigration: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

Chapter 118 Female Cultivator of Hehuan Sect (24)

"I taught him a method, and he should be practicing it at the moment."

Ruan Ruan followed Xie Chaoshi's footsteps and walked forward, lowering her head to look at the footprints he left, and the silver dark lines on his clothes flashed as he walked.

Hearing this, she raised her head and looked at him again, her voice small.

"Why don't you ask me to come with you?"

Xie Chaoshi's steps stopped, and his pale eyes met hers, with a serious look on his face.

Ruan Ruan saw this and unconsciously became more serious, waiting for him to speak.

"Your physique is not suitable for practice."

The cold voice hit her eardrum, and Ruan Ruan was even a little confused for a moment.

"What do you mean?"

Xie Chaoshi deliberately lowered his voice, but the coldness lingering in it could not dissipate.

"You have an extremely rare furnace physique. People with this kind of physique..."

Xie Chaoshi explained the disadvantages of this kind of physique one by one, and for a while his cold voice was the only voice in the world.

After listening to what he said, Ruan Ruan's eyes were a little distracted, and he didn't know what he was thinking. The fingertips of his right hand were loosened, as if they were about to slip off in the next second.

She pursed her lips, avoided his eyes, and said only four words.

"I see."

She pulled her lips slightly and spoke softly.

"I'm a little tired and want to go back and rest first."

The hand on his palm was held loosely. Ruan Ruan was waiting for Xie Chaoshi to take her back. The warm palm under his hand suddenly tightened, wrapping her weak palm.

The calm tone rang in her ears, but it still sounded weak.

"Don't be afraid, I can protect you."

"Can you still follow me for the rest of your life?" She clenched her dress with her other hand hanging by her side, "I'm sorry, my tone was bad just now... I'm going back first."

She withdrew the palm held by him and took a few steps back.

The cold wind was blowing wildly, and the warmth she had just felt faded almost instantly. White snowflakes fell into her hair, turning into wet marks little by little when they touched her exposed skin.Her body was a little frozen, and she began to tremble uncontrollably. A piece of coldness fell on her hanging eyelashes, and began to melt from the edge.

Her dress was stuck to her body by the cold wind blowing in her face, her face turned pale a little, and her lips also lost some color.

Time seemed to be stretched too.

Her body felt warmth as an illusion, and the all-pervasive warmth enveloped her. After she recovered a little, she felt herself falling into an embrace, with her back pressed against his chest.

He seemed to be exerting some force.

Ruan Ruan heard the other party's voice sounding a bit harsh.

"Don't die!"

She hasn't practiced the magic formula to keep out the cold. Is she not afraid of being exposed to the severe cold all her life?

The girl in her arms did not struggle, but was unusually silent.

There was suddenly a hot and wet feeling on the back of my hand——

Ruan Ruan turned around and hugged him, her cheeks buried in her neck, tears falling down one by one.

She cried very quietly, the tears falling on her neck were too hot, and her suppressed breath fell on it at close range, occasionally letting out two cries.

She suppressed the trembling in her voice, "Don't look at me..."

Xie Chaoshi's body was also a little stiff. He raised his hand and landed on the back of her head, and pressed it into his arms.

"I can."

he said softly.

Ruan Ruan had enough crying and got up from his arms.

Her eyes were bright after washing, and she looked around, seeming a little embarrassed.

A pair of eyes were as red as a rabbit. She glanced at him secretly and twitched her nose.

"I couldn't help it, and..."

"I heard."

(End of this chapter)