The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1687 Broken Legs

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With Jun Moyuan looking straight at him, Leng Wuyou felt as if he had a little rabbit in his arms, jumping non-stop.

"You just said I was false." Jun Moyuan's voice was low and hoarse, and he leaned into Leng Wuyou's ear, the heat of speaking sprayed on the white auricle, and the auricle was instantly red, and the redness was still spreading.

The neck stem and cheeks were all dyed crimson.

Leng Wuyou shrank his neck, pressed Jun Moyuan's head and pushed him away, frowning, a little dissatisfied, "Just talk when you talk, what are you doing so close? Don't you feel the heat?"

"Hehe, I just like being so close to Qibao, and I want to stick to Qibao forever, holding Qibao like this."

The unexpected murmur made Leng Wuyou's ears twitch, it was very itchy, she raised her hands to cover her ears, and glared at Jun Mo Yuanye, "Hmph, shameless."

It's just that her glance, in Jun Moyuan's eyes, has no lethality, it's like a little milk cat and then barks its teeth and claws at him, it's so cute.

"Shameless is also shameless to my Qibao, who made Qibao so cute, don't you think so, Qibao~"

The end of Jun Moyuan's words was elongated, and the tone was a bit charming, which made Leng Wuyou's ears itch and his heart tingle when he heard it.

She blinked her eyes, looked at Jun Moyuan, then straightened her small face, showing her serious expression, and her eyes were also serious.

"In the future, you are not allowed to show such an expression in front of others, and you are not allowed to say such things to others, otherwise..."

Leng Wuyou narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous air, "Otherwise I will break your leg."

Jun Moyuan paused, seemed a little cautious, looked at Leng Wuyou and asked, "Which leg are you talking about, Baby Seven?"

"All the legs."

Leng Wuyou replied confidently, and patted Jun Moyuan's thigh with his small hand, full of threats.

Jun Moyuan swallowed silently, feeling a little stiff all over his body, especially if it was chilly somewhere.

But when he changed his mind, thinking about Qi Baobao's words, he was a little happy, because it was his little girl's possessiveness towards him, so clear, and it excited him so much.

"When will those two come down? I think if he doesn't come down, we may not be able to hold on."

The weak voice was full of bitterness, resounding in the small island under the night.

The four freshmen huddled in front of Leng Wuyou and stayed in the small stone cave. A fire was lit in the cave. When the fire was burning slowly, no trace of heat could be released, and it was all caused by the cold current. After suppressing it, the flame became weaker and weaker, faintly as cold as a will-o'-the-wisp.

The heat of the fire can't be emitted, but it doesn't accomplish anything, it can be used as a lighting tool.

But the cold was still spreading, and the cold air swept in from the outside like a gust of wind and rain. Although they blocked the opening of the cave, cold currents would still flow in through the gap left.

When the cold breath falls on the body, it will form a loop of cold air, trapping it tightly.

It's like eyes that are surrounded by a ring of cold air on the forehead at this time, forming an ice-white halo.

He just felt a trace of cold air spread from his forehead to all around his body, even invaded his soul, invaded his divine sea.

He shivered, his face turned blue instantly, a layer of ice crystals formed around his feet, and the hair on his forehead was even covered by ice crystals.

He shrunk himself into a ball, tried his best to get close to the fire, and his whole body was about to enter the fire, but he didn't feel any heat, instead he felt terribly cold all over his body.

He kept patting the cold current on his forehead with his hand, hoping to dispel it.

"I think with the stickiness of the two of them, I guess they might not be able to come down until tomorrow."

A trembling voice came from the mouth of the beast beside it, and it held a pile of dry grass in its arms, trying to use the dry grass to resist the cold.

"It's really weird. This small island doesn't feel anything during the day. Why is it so evil at night?"

The wild beast scratched his head violently, and uttered a foul language.

(End of this chapter)