The pangolin nodded. At this time, the two had come to the depths of the peach forest, and put Han Sanqian next to a tree. The pangolin was about to leave, but was stopped by Han Sanqian: "Don't do it for me!" What food did you eat?"

"Just take a break."

"Damn, Han Sanqian, do you think the food I make is not delicious?" The pangolin suddenly reflected, and looked at Han Sanqian in hell, as if I'm fucking you.

Han Sanqian gave a wry smile, rested his head gently on the tree, closed his eyes and rested.

Seeing him resting, the pangolin knew that his injury must be serious, and he wouldn't ask if he didn't tell the pangolin, so he got up and walked around a few times silently, found some dry tree trunks and grass, and brought them to Han Sanqian. After gently closing the cover, I shrunk to a corner, and curled up into a pile, avoiding the loneliness of the night.

This night, the pangolin almost didn't fall asleep but was lethargic from the cold. It was unknown whether the weather in Taozhiyuan was too bad that night, or Xia Ran deliberately made it so. In short, it was very cold that night.

The pangolin still has a protective body with true energy, but Han Sanqian, even with the hay specially given by the pangolin to cover his body, and the simple wooden shed supported by dead wood, his body is still covered with frost, and his whole body is like a person in early winter. A bend of water happened to be slightly frozen by frost and snow.

When the pangolin finally woke up and opened its eyes slowly after being warmed, when it saw Han Sanqian's situation, it was startled and got up from the ground, and then rushed to Han Sanqian's side in a few steps.

Touching Han Sanqian made the pangolin even more stupid. Its whole body was like a popsicle, hard and cold. Not to mention the warmth of a human being, even the elasticity that the skin should have had completely disappeared.

"Damn it, right?" The pangolin suddenly had an ominous premonition, and then, holding his breath, he put his finger in front of Han Sanqian's nose, trying to probe Han Sanqian's nose.

With this probe, the pangolin's eyes widened, and he looked at Han Sanqian in fear, "Dead...dead?"

He took two steps back hastily, and at this moment, he realized in astonishment that the land that was originally green grass last night was already covered with snow.

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

how so?

Could it be that after he fell asleep.

"Snapped!"

Thinking of this, the pangolin raised its hand and slapped itself fiercely on the face. It was all its own fault. It must have been so sleepy that it snowed last night without any notice.

"Snapped!"

He slapped him hard on the face again. He knew that Han Sanqian was not lucky, and he was seriously injured by Xia Ran yesterday, and his physical condition was in critical condition.

But damn me, not only didn't take good care of Han Sanqian, but also carelessly exposed him to the wind and snow all night.

Not to mention Han Sanqian, even if he is healthy and can't really protect him, that's enough.

Looking at Han Sanqian's cold body, the pangolin blamed himself so much that his face turned red with two slaps: "Sanqian, don't f*ck scare me, don't scare me."

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

As he said that, the pangolin hurriedly put Han Sanqian's hand in his own, 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 touched a corpse.

The pangolin panicked, moved its hand, propped up a beam of heat created by 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 melted, what pangolins ushered in was not any hope, but full of despair.

Without that layer of ice and snow, Han Sanqian's exposed skin on his arms and hands looked pale with some bruises. Judging from his body, Fangfo had been dead for some time.

The pangolin punched heavily on the snow, ignoring the thick stones on the soil under the snow cover, causing blood to flow from his fist. At this time, his eyes were full of endless sadness and self-blame.

A man who has tears does not flick easily, let alone a man like pangolin who is not as soft-hearted as Han Sanqian, at this time, tears are falling, falling in the snow, tears, piercing into holes. JrNovels.com