Chapter 1092

It's better to fold the face and wrinkle the picturesque eyebrow, and flash a cruel calendar under the eyes, but the bright red lips gently pull out a vicious smile, and the tone is cold and lazy: "you save my son, you must be interested in my son's beauty, right?"

When the man heard this, he took the black bowl and went out.

This makes Ning Fuyan's eyes more cold and cruel, but the smile on the corner of his lips is as beautiful as MANSA pearl in hell.

I don't know what kind of soup the ugly man gave Ning Zaiyan. After drinking it, Ning Zaiyan went to sleep again in a daze. When Ning Zaiyan woke up, it was late at night. Through the window pasted with wood pulp paper, he could only vaguely see the shadows of the trees outside swaying by the wind.

Scrape the window and make some kind of cry.

But this is not the main reason why Ning Fuyan woke up. This time, he was frozen.

It's freezing outside, but it's not so good inside. Even in his sleeping quilt, there's no temperature. It's as cold as iron, making him fall into an ice cellar.

This kind of cold, it is said that Ning zheyan has experienced more than ten years. He should have been used to it for a long time. The body temperature of anemic people is always cool.

My body is not hot. Naturally, there is no temperature in this quilt.

In the past, what he slept in winter was not a bed, but a fire pit. The Kang was made of white marble or black jade, the middle of which was empty and connected with the chimney. As long as a fire was burned, the continuous heat would be emitted along the white marble or black jade. Even if the quilt was not covered, it was hot to lie on it.

However, mujin's temporary wooden house built for him in Meiyuan couldn't get through the fire pit naturally. However, the house was burning Silver Charcoal and warm, which was quite different from the temperature outside.

Ning fold Yan's strength has also recovered a lot. Although it's so cold that her hands and feet are stiff, Ning fold Yan still lifts the quilt on her body and gropes out of bed.

I found a fire hinge on the pimple of the window.

Ning Zaiyan looks at the star light coming out of the fire fold, with some tiny but hot temperature scattered on Ning Zaiyan's face, Ning Zaiyan smiles very gently.

Then the ice body and jade bone, the jade like hand will throw the torch to the quilt on the bed.

In the end, the quilt made of cotton is filled with enough cotton, so when Ning Fuyan watched the spark turn into the fireworks he saw that night when he left the palace, the smile in Ning Fuyan's eyes became more and more enchanting and beautiful.

"It's finally warm." Ning fold Yan throws the quilts that are burning on the cold ground, and he stands by and bakes the fire comfortably.

Soon the closed main door was opened, and the light from all over the sky just made the ugly man's appearance clearer, and the curling fireworks were rising, which made the look in the man's eyes a little confused, and didn't know that he was angry when he saw the scene? Or are you furious?

Ningfuyan is slow and methodical in front of the fire, rubbing his hands, lazy but innocent, said: "I'm a little cold."

He had a smile on his lips, but his face was clearly a thousand miles away.

Even you can see that there is no temperature in the bottom of his narrow eyes, which is full of cold.

A quilt is the base of a poor family. Even if it is cold, the poor family will not burn it for warmth, although it is really warm at this time.

However, the ugly man turned around quietly and walked away. Soon he came in with a bucket of water with a thin layer of ice. He broke the ice and put out the burning fire.

Originally, only a little spark was left in the room, but soon the spark was also buried in the cold water, and the room was once again in darkness.

Just listen to the "poop" of the water on the fire and the burning smell of the quilt.

The man pushed the closed window open to let the smoke in the room go away, but the cold wind blew in like a knife on people's dry and cold skin.

Ning Fuyan's standing body is like a weak willow, like a roll of wind, he can easily roll his whole body over, and then fall down hard.

"Cough cough..." Ning zheyan began to cough violently, and every sound seemed to kill Ning zheyan.

In the night, it's better to fold the pain and paleness on his face. The ugly man can't see it, but his coughing voice is like the last struggle of the dying man, which makes people feel cold.

The man went directly to Ning Fuyan and held her shoulder trembling with violent cough. Ning Fuyan frowned with disgust. Then he felt a warm air rush into his body, spreading and dispersing in his whole body.

That kind of warmth is like the sunshine in March, which warms every cell and hair of you, making you very comfortable.

His cold limbs, like everything from winter to spring, slowly revived and became more active.

The violent cough gradually improved.

"I didn't expect that you have such deep internal power." This is the first thing Ning Fuyan said to a man when she stopped coughing.

This man even delivered internal power to his body, which made his weak body gradually better. His voice was not so haggard.

"Do you know my son?" Ning fold Yan's bony fingers, tightly grasp the man's coarse cloth cotton padded clothes, the body that could not stand originally, also straightened his back, standing in front of the man like a aspen in the mountains.

"Do you not speak, or do you not want to speak?" That man did not speak, rather fold Yan to ask again: "or, afraid to say, let me guess your identity?"

"You shouldn't have this ugly face in a body like this, so this face should be fake." Ning Fuyan holds the hand of the man's clothes tightly and moves slowly towards the man's face along the shoulder.

The skin around the neck of a man is delicate, but when it comes to his face, it becomes rough.

"You even wear this fake face when you sleep, don't you feel sick?" The languid and bleak tone of Ning zheyan is like a nighthawk in the desert. It makes your pores stand upside down and a shiver comes out of your back.

You've seen the eagle peck the flesh off the human body one by one with its sharp beak, and you'll understand how penetrating the tone of Ning Fuyan's voice is now.