He took two steps back in a hurry. At this moment, he was shocked to find that the land of green grass last night was already covered with white snow.

"It snowed heavily last night?" He tried hard to recall every bit of last night, but in his impression, the weather was still abnormally normal until he settled Han Sanqian.

how so?

Could it be that I fell asleep?

"Bang!"

Thinking of this, the pangolin raised his hand and slapped him hard in the face. It was all blamed for him. He must have slept too hard, so it was snowing last night without any notice.

"Bang!"

Another slap on his face. He knew that Han Sanqian was not lucky, but was severely injured by Xia Ran yesterday and his physical condition was in danger.

But my damn self not only did not take good care of Han Sanqian, but also carelessly exposed him in the wind and snow all night.

Not to mention Han Sanqian, it is a tough thing to protect his healthy self.

Looking at Han Sanqian's cold body, the pangolin blamed himself, and his two slaps made his face red: "Sanqian, don't fucking scare me, don't scare me."

"If you die, how can I explain to Su Yingxia?"

As he said that, the pangolin quickly placed Han Sanqian's hand in his hand and kept rubbing it.

But no matter how he rubbed it, Han Sanqian's hands were still extremely cold and lifeless. It was no exaggeration to say that he was touching a corpse.

The pangolin panicked and moved his hand, holding up a heat energy made by the real energy, and placed it slightly beside Han Sanqian, trying to melt the ice and snow on his body.

However, when the ice and snow melt, the pangolins welcomed no hope, but full of despair.

Without the cover of snow and ice, Han Sanqian's exposed skin, such as arms and hands, looked pale and dark. Judging from his physical condition, the Buddha had been dead for some time.

The pangolin smashed his fist hard on the snow, not caring about the thick stone on the soil under the snow covering the blood that hit his fist. At this moment, he had endless sadness and self-blame in his eyes.

Men don’t cry easily, let alone a pangolin, who is not as soft as Han Sanqian’s heart, at this time, tears fall, falling in the snow, and the tears pierce into holes.

All the past scenes appeared in my mind one by one, including Han Sanqian's seriousness, Han Sanqian's seriousness, and Han Sanqian took him to eat, drink and have fun.

Although he is just some object of him, even though he is his master.

But after being together for so long, he knew that Han Sanqian regarded him as his little brother, and he also regarded Han Sanqian as his big brother.

But because of his mistake, he caused...

The more I thought about it, the more I felt sad, and the more I felt guilty. The pangolin even kept hitting the ground with his head. Soon, the snow under his forehead was already bright red.

Suddenly, the pangolin stopped and then slowly raised his head.

Behind him, a figure slowly walked over and stopped about ten meters behind the pangolin.

"What are you doing? Now that he is dead, you must be very happy, right?" Pangolin said with a smile.

Behind him, the figure did not say anything.

"Haha, I'm so sorry, I don't say anything?" The pangolin snorted coldly, and then said, "Come on, even I'll kill you. Anyway, Han Sanqian is dead, I'm guilty, and I don't want to live anymore. I'll dirty your hands and make a little more happy."

After the words came, the pangolin closed his eyes and waited for death.

At this moment, the figure behind him moved slightly, and then a cold voice came: "What's the hard thing to kill you? It doesn't matter if you do you a favor."

"But I need to tell you something, if you die, no one will carry Han Sanqian back. At that time, he will die if he doesn't die." After saying that, the figure turned around and left.

The pangolin suddenly opened his eyes, what...
Chapter completed!