The pangolin hesitated to speak, and seemed to see the pangolin's actions, Xia Ran said coldly: "Don't worry, you can't kill him."

The pangolin looked at Han Sanqian worriedly, and continued to add firewood in his hand.

Xia Ran raised her hand, slightly volleying in the air, as if sensing the temperature in the room: "If it is bigger, it will use true energy to move it."

The pangolin doesn't talk nonsense, and with a movement of its hand, it can continue to add to the fire. Suddenly, the fire is several times stronger.

The temperature of the whole room began to increase significantly. When the hand slightly touched the stone bed, it could also feel that the temperature of the stone bed had risen, and it was a little warmer.

Xia Ran nodded, and with a golden light in his hand, a golden circle directly covered the entire stone bed.

With the golden light, the temperature inside began to rise rapidly, and the frozen snow on Han Sanqian's body began to gradually melt, and some places with little ice and snow completely melted, and Han Sanqian's skin was already visible.

However, what surprised the pangolin was that at this time Han Sanqian's skin was not as pale and bruised as he had explained to her before, but now Han Sanqian's skin has a faint blood color, although it is very thin, But at least by looking at it, it will not be associated with the dead.

This at least made the pangolin feel a little more at ease.

Xia Wei looked up at Xia Ran nervously, apparently also concerned about Han Sanqian's safety.

Xia Ran took a light breath: "I can't give you an answer now, I just hope that the heavy snow this time can play a role. As for the others, it depends on his fortune."

"Sister." Xia Wei was a little anxious.

"I promised you to take action, which is already a big concession. I never said that I will definitely save him." Xia Ran said coldly.

"Wait a minute." At this moment, the pangolin stood up with a bang, looked at Xia Ran, and he understood: "What did you just say? You mean, the heavy snow last night was not caused by the weather, but... ..."

Xia Ran didn't answer, but not answering was clearly the best answer.

It turned out that the snow...

The pangolin was shocked and angry, not a natural disaster, but man-made! !

"What exactly do you mean?"

Looking at the puzzled and angry pangolin, Xia Wei just wanted to explain, but Xia Ran had already said coldly: "Have you cooked?"

The pangolin frowned, asking some nonsensical questions, and she was asking about the heavy snow, why did she suddenly ask this?

However, I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in the other party's gourd. Although the pangolin didn't answer, it still nodded.

"When the rice is almost done, there is a big fire again, and suddenly there is no fire, and then a big fire, do you know what will happen?" she asked.

The pangolin shook his head. He really didn't know, because he didn't know how to cook at all. He still followed Han Sanqian's example for some simple baked things, and the results after practicing it needless to say.

Xia Ran sneered softly: "The fire changes too much, even the best rice will be boiled into a paste by you. What are you still doing? Why don't you control your fire properly?"

Being scolded by Xia Ran, the pangolin was very depressed, but he couldn't refute it, especially when he saw Xia Ran's eyes, for some reason, the pangolin completely lost the slightest momentum, lowered his head, silently regained his power, and continued to burn own fire.

If you are scolded, you can be scolded. Anyway, if you can save Han Sanqian right now, he can bear it.

Seeing that the pangolin was quiet, Xia Ran walked back to the case next to it, took out a few bottles and seemed to be mixing some medicine.

Xia Wei gently found a place to sit down, and after blocking that blow for Han Sanqian, although she had undergone simple treatment last night, her injury was still not healed, and it was only because she was too worried about Han Sanqian that she hurried away Come.

Seeing that her sister was busy in an orderly manner, she finally took a breath and took care of her uncomfortable body.

With the passage of time, the temperature in the room has begun to rise, and Han Sanqian in the mask is like pork that has been thawed in the refrigerator, slowly recovering the softness and basic color of his body. JrNovels.com