Yuan Xiaofan tried hard to show a relaxed smile and walked towards Xuanyuan Wuheng step by step.

Seeing the petite figure walking towards him, Xuanyuan Wuheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Since the moment she turned around, his heart has been hanging.

Whether it is infatuated or selfish, he wants others not to let go of Yuan Xiaofan anymore. He wants to hold on to her hard. Even if his life is exhausted, he will use his last time to strive to be with her.

When the two were so close, Xuanyuan Wuheng stretched out his hand to Yuan Xiaofan.

A trace of hesitation flashed in Yuan Xiaofan's eyes, but in the end, she put her cold little hand on the palm of his equally cold hand.

Xuanyuan Wuheng unconsciously smiled faintly, "Xiaofan, thank you."

Yuan Xiaofan was slightly stunned, then shook his head calmly, saying that she should be the one who said thank you.

Xuanyuan Wuheng's pure blue eyes suddenly froze, and the smile that had not yet disappeared from the corner of his lips became a little weird.

The poison of Shura broke out quickly and violently, and a fatal pain came from his chest.

His body couldn't help but shrink. His eyebrows were frowning, his lips gradually turned blue, and a stream of true energy was running around in his internal organs.

He suppressed his discomfort and squeezed out a smile and said lightly: "Let's go."

When Yuan Xiaofan saw that his face was wrong, he felt a bad premonition in his heart. She knew that the Shura poison in his body was about to occur again.

This time, the Shura break was more violently and he was about torture.

Xuanyuan Wuheng's expression froze and he let out a violent cough. He quickly blocked his mouth, and the bloody red blood flowed out from his fingers.

Yuan Xiaofan held his hand tightly, looked at his body shaking, and screamed in surprise: "Wuheng.!"

He had a Shura destruction in his body, and was infected with wind and cold, and was injured by Dongfang Ling. She was really afraid that he would fall down like this.

"Master." Luo Feng and Qu Miaoning also exclaimed, their faces full of horror.

Luo Feng's eyes were quick and quick, and quickly supported Xuanyuan Wuheng's tilted body.

"Wuheng, what do you think?" Yuan Xiaofan's voice was filled with tremolo, and he looked at him at a loss.

His face was pale, so white that he was bloodless, and he kept vomiting blood.

Her mind suddenly became blank, and a lot of blood was sprayed out of his mouth. The bright red eyes were particularly dazzling, which made her heart hurt.

Although she chose to be with Wuheng, she could understand her feelings clearly. She knew that she loved Dongfang Ling and sympathized with Xuanyuan Wuheng.

The pain here is different from the pain that happened just now and when Dongfang Ling Jujuejue was gone. One stone is heartbroken, the other stone is heartbroken.

The blood dyed his entire palm red, making his beautiful lips mess up.

His pale face seemed to be dead.

Yuan Xiaofan stood there in a daze, holding the cold hand tightly, and felt dizzy and terrified in his heart, and quickly explored his pulse.

The faint pulse from there told her that he was still alive.

Luo Feng's expression darkened and he said anxiously: "Master Shura's poison breaks out, let's find a place to shelter from the wind and snow."
Chapter completed!