MTL - Late Night Tales Of The Capital-Chapter 107 Heartbeat

The snow in Meishan is bigger than that under Luoyang. The wind is cold, the cold wind is whistling, the quiet mountains, the yellow grass, and the swaying flames. Everything is full of despair.

There is a small pile of firewood in the cave, and there is a fire next to the firewood. Not far behind the fire is the comatose red bean. The white long coat soaked in water has now been baked, but it is obvious that the temperature here is still a bit cold.

The red beans closed their eyes and they were chilling. At the same time, the eyebrows were wrinkled together and they could be seen, it was very painful.

Sitting on the side of the fire, holding a wooden stick and a snow chicken on the stick.

The chicken feathers have been pulled out and the internal organs have been hollowed out, leaving only delicate and delicate chicken. Looking at the red beans, the lack of leaves will burn the fire more vigorously. The flames rose a few inches in the sound of a bang, and the temperature in the cave increased slightly.

The white snow chicken tumbling back and forth on the fire, the color of the chicken skin first changed, from snow white to light yellow, from light yellow to golden, and then began to slightly focus, the outermost layer of snow chicken skin slightly curled up It seems to be a bit brittle.

A drop of golden fat from the chicken, slowly rolling, and then dripped down the epidermis to the fire, the flame immediately rose, and then fell, a burst of meat in the cave.

Put the stick in front of your eyes, the finger pokes the skin of the snow chicken, just fine, tear off the most tender flannel, then take a small amount of snow from the cave, melt the snow with spiritual power, then And the meat in the wings is slowly fed into the mouth of the red bean.

Snow chicken is cold-resistant and has a high calorie consumption, which is suitable for the current red beans.

The snow chicken, which was cut by the leaves and used by the spirits, slowly spread into the stomach of the red beans with a small amount of snow. Finally, I didn’t stop chilling all the time, and my face was a little rosy.

The leaf lacked himself to eat the remaining snow chicken, and fed the red bean three times.

The night is deeper.

The snow is bigger.

The whistling sound of the cold wind is thicker.

The temperature in the cave has become lower, and even sitting next to the fire seems to be useless. Of course, these are not problems for the lack of leaves, Tianyuan body, these chills are not enough.

However, the red bean is still in a coma, even if it is cultivated in the depths, the body does not mobilize the real element at all, and even consumes it constantly. It seems that in the spirit sea of ​​the red bean, this girl is still fighting, is it still not? Conquer the immortal keel?

As a practitioner, even if you don't launch a spiritual bodyguard, you won't be frozen by the cold wind!

Shaking his head, the leaves are a little bit annoyed.

After a while.

The red bean lying next to it, with a slight squeak in his mouth, seemed to be very painful.

"Hey."

The leaves turned over and sighed, looked up at the snow outside the cave, then looked at the fire next to the hand, and finally glanced at the red beans lying on the ground.

"what should we do?"

"Let it be self-resistance? According to the cultivation of red beans, it should not be a problem."

"Even if I want to help her, how can I help? The fire is already burning, and the water and heat have already fed her. What can I do?"

"Is it difficult to hold her warm?"

The lack of leaves is somewhat imaginary. Although he is a practitioner, he does not repair the pure ‘dao’ or repair the ‘Buddha’. He used to repair the sword in the last world. After returning to the young man, he repaired it with ‘free heart.’ Naturally, there is no clear rules and regulations. He has not joined any sects, nor can he talk about any rules. The only one who is the gate of the Zongmen, he is the door of the door, how the rules are fixed, all of them are the ones who have the final say.

However, this thought was just born, and it was immediately ruined by the leaves.

The lack of leaves feels that red beans are very pleasing to the eye. This is not false, but he is not really hooligan. The little girl is now fainted and fainted. People agree that they don’t agree. You just want to hug others. This is not a danger!

Besides, with the temper of the red bean girl, if she knows it, maybe she will make any crazy moves! If you don't do well, it's possible to give birth to yourself. Even if you don't care about yourself, you can't take it underneath.

"Hey."

He sighed again, and the leaves lacked some reluctance to lick himself, and then simply took off the top and covered the red beans.

"Benevolence and righteousness!"

"Look, my clothes are off for you. If it's cold, I can't do anything about it. If I can't make it, I will give you some more fire."

Adding all the firewood around the body to the fire, the fire is actually burning more violently, but it doesn't help, it's cold or cold.

For the snow falling in the sky, the cold wind of the whistling wind, how much can a little firewood firewood play?

The leaf lacks the whole body of the clothes on the red beans, and tightly wraps her, revealing only a small face. Fortunately, men's clothes are more fat, and the lack of leaves is tall enough to just wrap the red beans.

At the beginning, it was okay. After half a ringing, the red bean's mouth began to squirm again and again, and even the teeth began to tremble up and down.

Gently put your finger on the forehead of the red bean.

Hot!

Red beans turned out to be cold!

A practitioner who is a high-level practitioner will still be infected with the cold, and the temperature is so hot.

It seems that the immortal keel is still too strong for the red beans. This keel even destroys all her resistance, turning it into an ordinary person in a short time.

The temperature of the red bean body is getting higher and higher, the cheeks are burnt red, and the forehead is actually a drop of sweat.

In such a cold environment, sweating is indeed unlikely.

The lack of leaves is so embarrassing to look at the red beans, but deep inside is still struggling.

Do you not hold? In the end, don’t you hold it? Should you understand this situation? Well, I can definitely understand.

When the red bean screamed again, the leaf lacked a bite, and reached out and gently hugged the red bean, then took it in his arms. At the beginning of the leaf shortage, I just let my body have some contact with the body of the red bean. But before the leaf is missing, the little girl in her arms actually twitched her body, and the whole person squeezed into the leaf. The head is dead and smashed to the front of the chest.

It looks like a wounded kitten.

Slowly running the sky, let your body be as warm as possible, and the leaves are missing and do not know where to put them.

After a long period of time, finally, the left hand was placed on the back of the red bean, and the right hand took the red bean's head.

Two people, in the cave, next to a pile of swaying flames, not far from the wind and snow, a piece of white. There is no silence between the heavens and the earth. There are only two people’s heartbeats in the ear of the leaf, and the faint breath of red beans.

At the beginning, the heartbeats of the two people went one after another, and slowly jumped to a frequency.

The lack of leaves did not look down at the red beans in his arms, and the demon sorrowed Shura. At this time, some of them did not dare to bow their heads, as if they were in the arms. In the daytime, the side of the red bean surface showed a scale, similar to the scales, but it was more aggressive than the scales, scales, looming.

The lack of leaves looking up at the top of the cave is naturally invisible. He is now blank in his mind.

This night, the groundbreaking, the lack of leaves did not cultivate, just staring at the cave in the night, listening to the snow falling overnight, and heartbeat.

The lack of leaves even recorded the number of heartbeats, a total of 52,820 times.

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