【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

hard to use.

Unlike the green ivy, it can feel my feelings and my thoughts, and I can also understand its likes and dislikes and grasp its signals in seconds.

These three are just three idiots...

Communication is impossible, and understanding is difficult to grasp. Just treat it like an old TV that occasionally gets sprained and can't be seen. A couple of slaps might fix it. Of course, it's also possible that a couple of slaps, with a little force, will completely ruin it.

I'm so angry. Such a powerful field control tool, testing its abilities against me every day, and I can't even command it. I want to starve it for a couple of meals, but the flower bud won't eat. At least before it blooms and grows a mouth, it doesn't have a digestive tract...

I was so angry that my body temperature rose by one or two degrees, and I felt that my ability to resist the cold had increased a little.

Finally, Bai Zhi was found in the corner.

He curled up slightly and leaned against the corner of the wooden house, as if this would reduce the loss of heat. In the darkness, it seemed that he could only hear his own heartbeat and the continuous sound of rain outside. He felt helpless, biting his lower lip tightly, with his ears and head drooping.

We're probably the only two people in this room who are sensitive to temperature.

I sighed inwardly, then pulled the person in the corner over to the rather large single bed. The not-so-soft quilt wrapped us around me; the fabric was rough, but the cotton felt thick and soft. We were tucked in close, and the quilt, while not small, was just the right size to envelop us.

The oil lamp gradually dimmed. In the darkness, the person beside me and I huddled tightly in the quilt. The quilt brought a faint sense of security, like a barrier against the relentless dampness and chill. We clung tightly together, our skin touching, transmitting warmth to each other. Our combined body heat blended, resisting the ever-increasing chill. I could feel the other's chest, the slightly chaotic heartbeat distinctly clear in the silence.

It was warm. This was the only source of warmth and warmth in this cold, dark corner.

We snuggled together quietly, neither of us speaking, just focusing on feeling each other's presence. With this intimacy, the speed of hypothermia seemed to slow down.

In this enclosed wooden house, wrapped in a warm blanket and hugged tightly by the person beside me, the warmth seemed to gradually dispel some of the chill. Sleepiness slowly settled over me like a quietly spreading mist.

"Wife..." I seemed to hear the whisper of the person beside me. But how much does this have to do with me? I put my arm around his waist and thought.

My eyelids became heavier and heavier, my vision gradually became blurred, the darkness around me seemed to become thicker, but it also brought a different kind of tranquility, and my body gradually relaxed in this tranquility and warmth.

Their breaths intertwined, soft and warm.

I seemed to hear the whispers of the person beside me again, but I couldn't remember what they were saying. It was probably something like "wife master..." or something like that...

The sound of heavy rain outside the house has become distant and vague.

I seemed to have had a distant dream.

A tall horse, a red tassel and a silver spear. The ribbon of her hair crown fluttered half a meter in the wind. Her black silk was tied high on her head.

Half a step behind him was a man as cold as ice. So cold... even frost flowers floated on his eyelashes.

Behind them, a mighty procession of people came: a pink-sculpted boy, a cat-like boy, and a shadowy man in black...

I swung the spear with both arms, curled my lips, and looked back.

"The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass."