Domineering: The President is not a human being

Chapter 641 Distress!

Qiu Yichen took Su Xiaoxiao to jump off Lingyun Peak, and landed smoothly on a mountainside in the north of the glacier. There was a huge protruding rock. Since it could not receive sunshine all the year round, the rock was covered with thick of snow.

Afraid of falling into the snow, the two did not keep their feet on the ground, but carried spiritual power under their feet, floating above the rocks.

The decrease in altitude has reduced the cold wind a lot, but the gloomy atmosphere has only increased.

"It's here." Qiu Yichen pointed to the ice-covered stone wall in front of him.

"Here?" Su Xiaoxiao approached, stretched out her hand to gently stroke the stone wall, a bone-piercing chill instantly spread from her palm to her whole body, and she quickly withdrew her hand.

"You mean he's hiding in the stone wall?" Su Xiaoxiao breathed hot air into her hand, the cold air coming out of the stone wall was so severe that even her spiritual power couldn't resist it.

"Mother." Qiu Yichen signaled Su Xiaoxiao to avoid, he seemed to want to attack the glacier stone wall.

Su Xiaoxiao understood, took a few steps to the side, and stopped within a safe range. She tried her best to stay away from the edge of the boulder. Although it was halfway up the mountain, Su Xiaoxiao still felt dizzy when she looked down.

Qiu Yichen condensed a ball of spiritual power in his hand, and suddenly pushed it towards the stone wall of the glacier, but the stone wall only made a crisp sound, and then there was no more. The cold stone wall seemed to swallow the ball condensed with spiritual power.

"What's going on?" Su Xiaoxiao was surprised, why did Chen'er's spiritual power weaken so much?

"Mother, stay away from the stone wall, this stone wall can absorb spiritual power." Qiu Yichen reminded with a solemn expression.

"What?" Su Xiaoxiao subconsciously took two steps back, only half a step away from the edge of the boulder.

She forced herself not to think about the abyss behind her, resisting the urge to look back.

It turned out that the chill she felt just now was not because the stone wall was too cold to resist with her spiritual power, but because her spiritual power was absorbed when it touched the stone wall.

"Mother, be careful." Qiu Yichen suddenly shouted hastily, Su Xiaoxiao came back to her senses, dozens of sharp ice blades shot out from the stone wall and attacked her straight.

Su Xiaoxiao leaned back and narrowly avoided it. Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, her spiritual power stagnated and she fell headlong into the snow on the boulder.

The zero-distance contact between the snow and the skin, the chill went from the pores to the depths of the body, Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help shivering.

Snow stained her hair and eyelashes, she didn't care much, and struggled to get up from the ground.

"Mother, are you okay?" Qiu Yichen hurried over to help her.

At this time, the boulder suddenly tilted down, and Su Xiaoxiao's body quickly slid down, Qiu Yichen only had time to grab her hand.

Su Xiaoxiao's body was suspended in mid-air, and due to the angle of inclination, the snow on the boulder began to slide off, and it didn't take long for it to fall completely, leaving only the boulder with an extremely smooth surface.

The boulder was too smooth, there was no place for Su Xiaoxiao to exert force under her feet, and this boulder also had the ability to absorb spiritual energy.

Unable to use spiritual power, Su Xiaoxiao at this moment is no different from an ordinary person.

She wanted to take the magic talisman of the demon hunter to save her life, but Chen'er was still holding her hand, and she was worried that the power of the talisman would hurt Chen'er.

"Mother, don't be afraid, I will hold you." Qiu Yichen held Su Xiaoxiao tightly with both hands, not daring to relax for a moment.

The spiritual power in his body was draining little by little, and was absorbed by the stone wall behind him. His remaining spiritual power was only enough to sustain himself in mid-air and barely support his body.

He didn't know how long he could hold his mother like this, but he knew he could never let go.

The sharp edge of the boulder cut his arm, but he didn't care.

Purple blood flowed down the boulder. ． ． ． ． ．
(End of this chapter)