Chapter 434

"Please, good man, help me." The gentle voice of the woman sounded in his ear, and his vital signs were disappearing.

"Don't listen!" A man's voice sounded like thunder in his ear. It was like the heart was shocked in general, his body suddenly trembled, and then from just that infatuated general state back to God.

"Cover your ears!" The second call sounded, and the young man's blurred vision seemed to be clearer after this call.

Flakes of snow whirled down from the air.

"Help me, brother, please, help me!" The woman's voice rang again. In this sad voice, the young man's heart seemed to be held by a slender hand.

With each call, he could feel the pain that the woman conveyed. Maybe part of the pain he felt was less than one tenth of the pain in the woman's heart, but he did feel the pain like heartache.

Even the surrounding air has become less cold.

"Hold your mind and don't listen to that voice. If you go on like this, you will die!" The man's anxious voice sounded in his ear, but this time, the voice failed to rescue him from his obsession.

Indulging in that woman's voice can help him get rid of the cold in reality, and his reason is gradually away from him. It's too difficult for such an ordinary person to make the right decision when his body is about to freeze.

"Think about your family. They are still waiting for you to go back. Don't give up so easily!" The man is still advising him, but it's no use.

In the wind and snow, the young man walked towards the vague figure with black hair and white clothes in the field of vision.

"Come to my side, brother. I'm so cold. Come and give me some warmth." The woman's voice went from tenderness to pain, and finally back to tenderness.

The wind and snow are growing.

"Drink!" There was a roar, followed by a blue flame. This strange flame can burn some, even the white snow is no exception.

"Ah --" the young man surrounded by the blue flame uttered a cry of pain, and his knees were bleeding.

Putong, he fell on his knees in pain on the snow, his knee was broken, the man used this method to force him to stop.

"Get some sleep." A warm palm pressed on his head. "When you wake up, this nightmare is over." A man's voice said to him.

The pain on the young man's face faded away. At last, he closed his eyes and fainted in the snow. The blue flame burned the snow on the ground, quietly and fiercely burning around him, but it did not spread to his body.

These flames are protecting him.

Now, there is only one person standing on the snow, a person with a blue flame burning on his palm.

Zhou Heng, it's him standing on the snow.

These monstrous snowstorms are also attacking his body. Although his body is far stronger than ordinary people, it does not mean that he can completely resist the cold here. The low temperature slows down his blood flow, which determines how much power he can burst out in a short time.

Although he would not die easily because of the cold, he was weakened because of the cold.

"What are you?" Zhou Heng clenched his teeth and walked towards the woman in the snow, "why do you want to hurt them?" Even without using Yin and Yang eyes, he can feel the strong Yin Qi in the other person's body. Is it a fierce ghost? But why do fierce ghosts without divine sense kill human beings in this way? Shouldn't they be more bloodthirsty and direct?

"Brother, are you here to save me?" The woman's voice sounded in Zhou Heng's ear, "I'm so cold, I'm so cold!"

"No, I'm not here to save you." Zhou Heng a little bit toward the figure of the woman close, "I'm just a passing tourist, I'm very busy, I hope you don't get in the way."

"My body is cold. I'm really cold." That woman seems to have no way to talk with Zhou Heng. She is just like a tape recorder with only a few sentences.

"Please, good man, help me." Although the woman's voice was sweet and graceful, the repeated words made Zhou Heng feel strange and stiff.

What the hell is that?

In the carriage at this time, a middle-aged man hugged his female companion and watched with interest what happened outside the car through the window.

"It's all white snow. What's good to see?" Female companion will be soft body close to the middle-aged man's body, coquettishly twisting his waist.

Ordinary people's vision can not penetrate the white snow outside the car.

But the middle-aged man said, "don't make noise. There's a good play!"

"Hum." "Female companion Jiao cries," you accompany me to go to bed now, I also have good play to let you see They were in a separate room with a soft bed.The middle-aged man's face showed an evil smile. He was about to say something funny when a knock came from outside the car.

"Sir, I'm looking for the toilet, but I'm lost." Outside the door came the sound of a boy talking with a smile.

The middle-aged man frowned.

"Where's the kid?" said the girl discontentedly. "Let me get rid of him."

"It's none of your business." The middle-aged man grabbed her by the wrist and threw her on the soft bed. Then he went to the door.

Outside the car.

Zhou Heng finally saw the woman's face. It was a beautiful face that could make people feel suffocated.

It's as if it's carved with ice cream. No matter from any angle, it's a perfect face. Every part of the facial features will remind people of all the beautiful words. In front of this face, all female stars will be eclipsed. Everyone who sees this face will admit that maybe this is the most perfect masterpiece when God created man.

But the more beautiful the face is, the less real it is.

It's a mirage. It's a mirage made by someone.

In this world, everyone's aesthetic is different. For some people with strange aesthetic, the image of "beauty" in their mind will be very different from ordinary people. But the woman in front of Zhou Heng's eyes can meet everyone's aesthetic standards.

Such "beauty" does not exist.

"Yin Yang eye, maximum output." Zhou Heng said silently.

In his field of vision, the scene and people in front of him all changed in an instant.

The snowflakes floating down from the air are no longer pure white, but the deep red of coagulated blood, and the snow under his feet has become the black red of plasma.

As for the woman sitting on the snow, her beautiful face also changed.

Tong Shengnan.

She became Miss Tong's face.