Zhang Shaoqin's body was stiff and a little cold.

His pulse was still beating weakly.

"He was contaminated by the ice coffin and has been for three years.

He is already nine years old, but he looks young."

Hearing Zhang Daolin's words, Lin Chao was slightly stunned.

He really wanted to ask: How old are you?

Zhang Daolin looks like he is less than twenty years old, right?

Of course, he didn't say anything like this.

Lin Chao put his hand on Zhang Shaoqin's body.

He closed his eyes.

Zhang Daolin looked at this scene and said nothing.

He didn't understand what Lin Ping was doing.

He didn't know why he gave the child to Lin Ping.

Lin Chao closed his eyes tightly when his hand touched Zhang Shaoqin's body.

He felt that the world had changed at this moment.

The world he faced turned into a land of ice and snow at this moment.

Very cold, very icy.

The wind was howling, and it seemed that if you licked the iron pillars outside, you could feel the salty and sweet taste.

"I'm so cold..."

"I'm so cold..."

"Who will give me a hug..."

The strange murmur kept lingering, like a magic sound.

This is the pollution of exotic treasures!

This kind of pollution is spiritual pollution.

However, matter determines consciousness, and consciousness reacts on matter.

When your spirit is polluted and you feel really cold, you may actually die of coldness.

Many people fell into it and eventually died.

It is said that someone has done experiments before.

Blindfold a person, scratch his wrist, and tell him that you are bleeding.

In fact, there was no bloodletting.

Then, people whose eyes are blindfolded will experience symptoms of excessive blood loss in various body functions.

This experiment is doubtful because Lin Chao has only heard of it.

In Lin Chao's view, the contamination of exotic treasures is spiritual.

However, these mental pollutions are too powerful.

In other words, the spirit of these exotic treasures is far beyond that of ordinary people.

There is simply no human being able to resist this kind of mental pollution.

Lin Chao is different.

He looked at this scene with a smile on his lips.

"You're not cold."

"You're hot."

"You even want to take off your clothes and run naked around the blue star."

Lin Chao's words were like the sound of thunder.

With the blessing of an unstoppable Taoist heart, Lin Chao was like a saint.

The owner of the voice in the illusion was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, it is broken in an instant.

Lin Chao opened his eyes: "Shaoqin, you are not cold, you are warm, and you are in good health."

Zhang Daolin looked at this scene and was puzzled.

Of course, this kind of incomprehension is nothing compared to the sadness filling my brain.

However, the next second, Zhang Daolin's eyes widened.

Following Lin Chao's words, the frost on Zhang Shaoqin's body disappeared, a trace of rosy appeared on his pale and stiff face, and his breathing became smoother and smoother.

Zhang Shaoqin opened his eyes with a smile on his face: "Uncle Fairy, I'm really not cold anymore."

"Shaoqin." Zhang Daolin was ecstatic.

He hugged Zhang Shaoqin and looked around.

Zhang Shaoqin was surprisingly completely recovered.

The pollution on his body has completely disappeared!

Zhang Daolin looked at Lin Chao and was extremely excited: "How...how did you do it?"

The contamination of exotic treasures cannot be solved at all.

In other words, humans simply cannot solve it.

That kind of majestic spirit cannot be resisted by human beings.

"Shaoqin is not cold to begin with, I just told him this fact." Lin Chao said calmly.

Zhang Daolin was inexplicably shocked.

“The saint is mighty and powerful, not bound by gods, not changing with the world, the stars are dark, and the great road still exists.

You...are the reincarnation of a saint!"

Only the legendary saints can have such a strong spirit and be able to resist the contamination of exotic treasures.

The Daxia clan has lasted for thousands of years, and there are many legends about the saints.

Every saint is said to have descended from the stars in the sky.

Living in the harmony of heaven and earth, following the principles of the eight winds, there will be no anger or anger, and no worries about thoughts.

Only the legendary saint can truly resist the contamination of exotic treasures and keep his spirit intact.

The saint is the totem of Daxia and the symbol of Daxia.

Was it the saint who saw Cang Jun's innocence and personally descended to earth to kill Cang Jun?

Blue veins popped up on Zhang Daolin's forehead, his body couldn't stop shaking, his voice was vibrating, and he didn't even notice that he was spitting.

Lin Chao smiled and said nothing.

…

"Madam, the young master of Danjian Sect has arrived in the hall."

In Ma Mansion, the lights are brightly lit.

The maid came over with her head lowered and a humble smile on her face.

At this moment, a young woman is sitting on the futon.

Even at home, she wears a layer of black gauze on her face, making it difficult to see her appearance, let alone her expression.

"good."

The woman spoke, with a hint of age in her voice.

Under the black gauze, her eyes reflected a sparkle.

Are we finally going to meet... the aliens?

She felt a little uneasy and a little expectant in her heart.

Yishi is very strong, and she also has her own confidence.

Otherwise, even if she were immortal, she would not be able to live safely until now.
Chapter completed!