Chapter 87 Ice and Snow Tenderness

Mr. Mingyue shouted, "Okay! It's best not to see it!"

The direct shock of Leifeng Tower echoed for a long time, and even Mr. Mingyue himself was shocked. When did the internal force become so strong?

Sikong fell softly in the arms of Mr. Mingyue. Mr. Mingyue was afraid that she would die and hurriedly asked, "Princess Sikong, what do you think?"

Sikong reluctantly squeezed out a smile, and his voice was no longer ethereal, and his voice was already very weak: "It's okay, you can't die. It's just that the power of transmission has changed its breath for a moment, and all your internal strength has been lost. Miss Lan, do you believe it at this moment?"

Lan Diewu nodded and said, "I know the character of Brother and Sikong's sister, and they won't do that kind of thing. Brother, take good care of Sikong's sister. I'm going to chase Sister Xiang back now. Don't be confused for a moment. If you jump to the West Lake, you will suffer."

Mr. Mingyue was shocked. Although his mouth was hard, he would never see anything again. In fact, he still couldn't rest assured and hurriedly said, "Go quickly. I'm here."

Langdie Dance then hurriedly ran down the tower to chase the dark night to leave incense. Only Mr. Mingyue was left with Sikong in his arms. Hearing that all his internal strength had been lost, Mr. Mingyue regretted and said, "If I had known this, I didn't want you to pass on your skills. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have asked you to teach me martial arts and spells."

Sikong Wuming was in the arms of Mr. Mingyue, but just smiled: "It's nothing. As long as I rest for a month, my skills will completely recover. Fortunately, although my internal breath has gone wrong and my internal strength has all surged into your body. Fortunately, you have absorbed it and didn't bleed on the spot."

Mr. Mingyue was stunned: "As long as you have a month, can your skills recover?" You won't coax me, will you?"

Sikong laughed and said, "How can I coax you? How exquisite my Ziwei Shenzhao's kung fu is. Although I have lost all my internal strength and exhausted now, I will naturally return to the same as before in a month, but I will be like an ordinary weak woman within this month.

Mr. Mingyue sighed, "That's good. I have to take good care of you this month. Don't have any accident."

Sikong smiled and said, "Forum, my internal skills have been passed on to you. Your internal strength is much higher than your sisters, but I haven't taught you how to use spells. Don't you want to learn flying swords? It's a pity that I can't show you."

Mr. Mingyue's heart was sad and sighed, "No wonder when I shouted just now, the whole Leifeng Tower was shocked. It turns out that your internal cultivation has been passed on to me. Hey, what's the pain?"

Sikong said, "When I passed it to 30%, I wanted to pass on more to you and carry out Ziwei's magical skills. I didn't want to be shocked and almost hurt both of us. Do you feel qi and blood surging now? How do you feel in your body?

Mr. Mingyue carried Zhoutian, and only felt the indescribable warmth and softness of the bones. He nodded and said, "It must have been completely resolved. It is no longer surging and uncomfortable. The skeletons are quite warm, just like the spring breeze blowing on the face."

Sikong smiled gently and lowered his eyes and said, "That's good. Hold me tightly. I'm so sleepy. I'm really sleepy."

Mr. Mingyue was stunned and didn't think much about it. He hugged Sikong and felt that she was much colder. She seemed to be slowly getting cold. She was shocked and hurriedly said, "Princess Sikong, don't sleep over there. Do you feel very cold?"

Sikong slowly opened his eyes and said weakly, "Well, it's cold and sleepy. Hold me tightly."

At this time, Mr. Mingyue also didn't care about men and women. He hugged Sikong and felt that her body was getting colder and colder, as if her life was passing little by little.

Mingyue said secretly that she must not fall asleep, and this sleep may never wake up.

Mr. Mingyue grabbed Sikong's desperate wrist and wanted to add more for her. He shouted at hand, "Princess Sikong, don't fall asleep!"

Sikong woke up without a long life, and Huo Ran was shocked and said, "Ah, don't fall asleep." I felt that my arm was hot, but at first glance, it was Mr. Mingyue who sent internal force to her.

Sikong said desperately, "The method is wrong. Hold down my acupuncture point and spit out the internal force."

Mr. Mingyue was shocked and said, "The acupuncture point is not easy to touch."

Sikong Wuming whispered, "You don't understand. Do as I say. Ah, I can't fall asleep. You keep calling me."

Mr. Mingyue nodded, held Sikong Wuming with his right hand, pressed Sikong Wuming's chest acupuncture point with his left hand, and did not dare to spit out the internal force easily. Only slow luck slowly entered Sikong Wuming's body.

Sikong nodded with a smile and said with a smile, "It's much warmer. You call me by my name. You can't let me fall asleep."

Mingyue suddenly remembered that outside Shangyu City, he was injured by Xuanji's real person and was accidentally injured by a red sleeve. He was also angry. Thanks to the dark night in the snow, Liuxiang hugged him to heal himself. At that time, in this scene, the dark night Liuxiang misunderstood him again and was angry and ran away. Mr. Mingyue couldn't help thinking of this. A long sigh.

Mr. Mingyue slowly urged his internal force and felt that Sikong's body was gradually no longer so cold. He lay in Sikong's ear and shouted, "Sikong's lifeless, Princess Sikong!" He even called Sister Chang'e, looking forward to Sikong's lifeless joy, afraid that Sikong's lifeless life would fall asleep and not wake up again.

Sikong's long eyelashes moved slightly, opened his eyes again, and his eyes were slightly hazy. He smiled and said, "I'm much better. I'm not very cold. I'm just sleepy. Talk to me. Don't let me fall asleep. Don't call me Princess Sikong. I'm not a princess, and don't call me sister Chang'e. I'm just It's just a weak woman. How can she be so beautiful?

The night wind blew, and the long bright lights of Leifeng Tower were erraving. Mr. Mingyue's heart was slightly sore and he almost burst into tears. He was busy to hold back. How could he be sad at this moment? It was easy to laugh and say, "You are much more beautiful than Chang'e Fairy, so what do I call you?"

Sikong said softly, "I'm not Sikong, and I'm not Chang'e. My name is Shan'er. You can call me Shan'er."

Mr. Mingyue was slightly stunned. At this moment, he knew that Sikong Wuming had a beautiful name. It was by no means such a cold name as Sikong Wuming in the nameless Village. He hurriedly shouted, "Shen'er!"

Sikong smiled softly and nodded, as if he had returned to the past and returned to the era of little girls when there was no desperate world. Only when he lost all his internal strength could he feel that he had the same weak heart as other girls.

Not only did she feel it, but also Mr. Mingyue felt that although this peerless and beautiful woman was like a snow lotus between thousands of years of ice and snow, she had the same tenderness in her heart.