Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

He untied the cold iron chain, used the floating spell to lift Song Jing's limp body like a puddle of mud in front of him, opened the stone door of the cell and walked out.

The moment the iron chain left his body, Song Jing relaxed, knowing that today was over, no matter how hard his spirit was to support, he passed out.

Before he fell into a coma, he vaguely heard Tantai Qingyan sigh softly: "Time is running out."

Before he could think, he passed out from throbbing pain all over his body.

I just hope that Tantai Qingyan doesn't just throw him back into the room like this, otherwise Xia Yu will worry about what she looks like when she sees her like this.

It's just that I'm too weak.

In the future, all those who have no good intentions for me will live in a hell that is thousands of times the suffering I have suffered, and suffer from it day and night.

In Song Jing's heart, she swore unswervingly.

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Ahem, finally the status of the book drop can be changed from new book upload to plot unfolding~~~ Wiping sweat...

Xiaoqian has a lot of nonsense, but if the update is faster, there will be no such problem~~

I really want to write the plot of the second volume~~

Wipe away the tears, my dear friends are patiently feeding me, this article must be fat, not ordinary fat~~ Yuanmu...

PS: Xiaoqian wants to develop Song Jing and Xia Yudi's warm mei~~ A short warm mei~~

32 Warm and Ambiguous

更新时间2010-4-1521:01:21字数：3088

"Song Jing, wake up quickly."

"Hey, Song Jing, get up quickly."

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With a swollen head in the freezing cold and an urgent voice, Song Jing slowly pulled back her thinking rationality. Song Jing curled the corners of her lips secretly, and slowly supported the ground with her hands, sitting up from the cold ground.His hands and feet were still a little weak, and he always felt that if he was not careful, he would fall back to the ground again.

"What's the noise?" Song Jing laughed hoarsely, "Gui Die, I'm not dead yet."

He squinted his eyes and looked around. This is the front of the hall, and not far away is the place where the ghost butterfly is buried.

There was no one around, no lights, and the rustling sound of "russling" sounded in the quiet night. Song Jing shook the palm of her almost unintuitive hand, feeling the soft and cold fluffy under her hand——

"Hey, is it snowing?"

The ghost butterfly is not in a hurry now, and has returned to its usual coldness, and said in a calm manner: "It started to fall at night before. You have been in a coma for a long time, and it will probably be dawn in another hour."

"Also," Ghost Butterfly said quietly, as if he was against him, "It's good that you die, this contract will be released naturally. I'm worried that if you are really crazy, I will probably accompany a lunatic for decades, You won't be free until you die of old age. But..." Gui Die gloated and said, "Will Tantai Qingyan let you live long? I think that Shu Jinxiu is much better than him."

Song Jing ignored him, and the sweat-drenched underwear was no longer a serious problem under the robe with the warm spell cast on it.The wound on the lip disappeared without a trace.The pain that penetrated deeply into the soul is like a dream, coming and going, leaving only a faint afterimage for people to pay tribute to.The physical pain was gone, but the mental torment was not cured by simple drug spells.

Feeling better, Song Jing stood up tremblingly, the snow covered his body fell under the movement, and large flakes of snow fell on his face, because the same cold face stayed on the smooth and pale skin, No quick melt.There was a "creaking" sound under my feet, and before I knew it, the snow had piled up to the height of my calf.

"It's snowing so hard." Song Jing walked weakly into the garden, found the location in memory, inserted her fingers into the icy snow layer, and dug up the snow on the ground bit by bit, "Such a big On the contrary, the snow fell so quietly, and it piled up so much silently."

His hands, which had been exposed to the snow for a long time, had already become stiff from the cold, like cold iron, yet they felt a little warmth when they moved in the snow like this.

Soon, he dug into the dirt under the snow.

The previously soft and moist soil was as hard as a rock in the sudden cold snow, Song Jing couldn't use his fingers to dig out the blue-purple cocoon he had buried deeply.

"If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have buried it so deep. Are you regretting it now?" Gui Die sneered coolly in Song Jing's mind, "Look, a guy who can't even use a spell can be used by an ordinary mortal. The guy you defeated is miserable now."

He seemed impatient: "Song Jing, I think you'd better wait for the snow to melt before coming back. You look so uncomfortable. How can I, Guidie, be a partner with such a weak guy like you?"

"I never regret what I've done." Song Jing stood up, used her toes to pile the snow that had been dug on one side into the dug hole, filled it up, stepped on a few feet, and camouflaged the surrounding area before Standing loosely to recover my strength, "Actually, if you don't say it, I will leave too - I will come back when the snow melts, or when I recover and can use the spell. Just wait slowly."

Song Jing stepped on the place where the ghost butterfly was buried, her thin lips curved into a playful smile, her slender black eyes were crystal clear, as if stars had fallen into her eyes: "Guidie, I will become a strong man, like this, I will trample everyone underfoot."

Gui Die gritted his teeth: "Damn it, take your feet away."

Song Jing moved her foot away, pretending she didn't hear the roar of the ghost butterfly, and walked towards the residence with difficulty, muttering in her mouth: "Actually, it's a good thing for butterflies to hibernate."

After a heavy snowfall, the sky that has been gloomy for a few days will clear up.In the dark night, the farthest sky is ready to welcome the sun, and Song Jing's thin and thin figure slowly disappears into the night, firm and majestic.

In the mud under the snow, the blue-purple cocoon emanated a weak voice strangely, with incredulous and faint appreciation: "I have held on to the bone-eating needle five times, this guy must be considered a stranger."

I don't know how many times he slipped and fell in the snow, and Song Jing fell numb. When he saw the room still lit with candles and the open courtyard door from a distance, he suddenly felt inexplicably sore.

Touched, warm and inexplicable grievances.Song Jing's body slowly relaxed, and a surging warm current gushed out from her heart. Obviously she hated asking others for help, and obviously she was someone who had only one breath left and didn't need help from others. Song Jing only felt impulsive, and yelled Go out: "Xia Yu, I'm here."

The voice he shouted was hoarse, and it was very low even with all his efforts, but it was also very clear and abrupt in the quiet snowy night.

I don't know if Xia Yu fell asleep.Song Jing couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he just intuitively believed that Xia Yu didn't sleep, and even if he did, he would have heard his cry.

The door was pushed open with a "bang", and Xia Yucan's long golden hair revealed a hazy halo under the candlelight in the room behind her. Against the worry-relieving and joyful face, handsome and hard lines were slowly growing, deep and deep. Deep silhouettes appear restrained.

I always feel that it is easy to live.Song Jing bent her lips and smiled slightly, her body suddenly softened.

Seeing the man rushing over in panic and anxiety, Song Jing straightened into a comfortable posture, lying on his back on the snow, letting the heart-piercing snow cover his reddish face.

Don't you still have strength?Song Jing chuckled lightly, and came back from such a long distance, can't she persist in such a short distance now?

However, I don't want to insist.Some people are worried, some people feel distressed, and they don't want to persist in front of Xia Yu needlessly.Anyway, he will take care of himself, better than himself.

Xia Yu hurriedly ran to the side of Song Jing who suddenly fell down, and cast a shining spell casually.

Under the dim light of the Brightness Art, he saw Song Jing's paler face and lips than usual, with heavy shadows under his eyes, tired and haggard, as if he would shatter like glass if he touched him lightly.

"Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing." Xia Yu raised her hand and hugged her icy body into her arms, subconsciously stroked her cold and smooth forehead with her lips, and stroked Song Jing's skeletal back with her palm back and forth as if to comfort her.

I always feel that Xiaojing has experienced very difficult things, and I almost never see him.

After waiting for a whole night, from noon yesterday to now, I feel gradually anxious and worried, and the feeling of restlessness gradually escalates in the snowy night.Since living with Song Jing, he has never been separated from Song Jing for such a long time.So long that he actually wanted to rush to Tantai Qingyan's study and bring back Song Jing who had been away for so long.

Xia Yu didn't know if she was hugging Song Jing like this, comforting him, or comforting herself.

Song Jing felt the warm and soft lips on his forehead, touched gently one after another, his spirit that had been stiff all night suddenly relaxed, let himself lean against Xia Yu's arms, stretched out his hands that were as cold as sticks and lifted them up. , wrapped around Xia Yu's slender and flexible waist, and rested on his back.

"Let's go back." Song Jing closed her eyes, and her spirit, tortured to the brink of collapse, slowly calmed down, as if she had fallen asleep peacefully in the warm spring.

Xia Yu responded lightly, without using any formulas, she directly picked up Song Jing and walked into the house.

Song Jing's face became hot, is this the legendary princess hug?Xia Yu, when did he train his physical strength so well?

"When I wasn't here, I did a lot of physical work." Xia Yu saw Song Jing's puzzled and depressed expression, and suddenly grinned, "Song Jing is going to exercise, so she looks so thin."

"I will." The three words were forced out between the teeth, Song Jing hung her hands on Xia Yu's shoulders, pinching the thin but powerful muscles under the clothes unconvinced, I can do the same.

Song Jing, whose mental age is seriously younger, and Xia Yu looked at each other for a few seconds, and both of them couldn't help laughing.