Transmigrating into a Doll Princess: Pink Princess

"Stupid, he's not dead yet! Come with me!"

Ye Sang's face was pale, he didn't care about talking nonsense with her, and hugged her and Jia Ruo from left to right >

With a little tiptoe, he rushed out of the snowstorm.

Although he was hugging two people, his movements were as fast as lightning >

Countless ice and snow stones fell, all of which were shaken away by his protective energy. [

In the blink of an eye, he had rushed out of the ice valley with Jia Ruo and Hua Xiyue,

He raced against the collapsing ice and snow, and ran for half an hour before reaching a hillside that was not shaken or avalanche-free.

Putting the two of them down, Ye Sang also sat down on the ground,

This sprint was almost the peak of his entire skill,

Although he is the demon king, compared with the power of nature, he is still so small and insignificant.

If he came one step later, that silly fox and her little lover would be completely buried in the ice passage.

Turning around and looking into the distance, the ice road has been completely covered by ice and snow, and the original shadow can no longer be found...

Oh, what a risk!

If he ran a little slower, he might die with the little fox and the others!

Wolves and foxes were natural enemies. Ye Sang wondered if his head had been kicked by a donkey, but he tried his best to save a little fox, and also rescued his love rival along the way...

Perhaps he subconsciously knew that if Jia Ruo was not saved, the little fox would rather die than let him save him.

It was an expedient measure for him to save his love rival, but he didn't really want to save him...

Ye Sang let out a long breath, bowed her head,

But Hua Xiyue hugged Jia Ruo in her arms again and again, desperately sending internal energy into his body,

"Jia Ruo, Jia Ruo, wake up, wake up!"

She muttered in her mouth, touching his cold face with trembling little hands.

Jia Ruo didn't have the slightest breath, his whole body was cold and stiff, like a dead body.

"You...you said he wasn't dead...what, why is he still awake? How can he wake up?"

Hua Xiyue was desperately channeling her spiritual power, while looking up at Ye Sang, her purple eyes were full of sadness and despair. [