Chapter 1070

There was a dead silence around, so quiet that you could hear your heart beating. If she was alone in a huge open grave, no one would answer her crying and shouting.

Is Ye Feng dead?!

Yan Ziyuan has only two hands to move around in a small range. She gropes around like crazy, surrounded by big stones, sharp and mellow, squeezing and touching her.

She was stuck in the gap between the stones and could hardly move.

At this time, she realized that she was really buried in the ground!

The shadow of death hangs overhead.

"Ye Feng! Ye Feng! Ye Feng Where are you? " The huge panic made Yan Ziyuan's voice choked, some shrill.

Is she buried here by herself?

Is Ye Feng dead?

Don't --

touch her hands around wildly: "Ye Feng, Ye Feng, you answer me Don't ignore me I'm afraid I tell you, I'm afraid... "

All of a sudden, a stone rattled around her body, and a hand gently grasped her flustered and trembling hand

She was startled, and then, like a drowning man, tentatively grasped a piece of driftwood: "Ye Feng? Yes Is that you "

the hand shook her again. Although the strength was light, it was firm. The hoarse voice came, but with the same silence:" don't be afraid, it's me. "

It is Ye Feng.

He's alive!

Yan Ziyuan's heart, which had been hanging in the air for a long time, finally fell a little, and her tears came out with a swish. She held his hand as if she had finally held a lean, and her grievances and fears rushed up: "have we been buried alive? You How are you doing? "

Ye Feng patted her little hand with his wet hand: "I It's all right. "

His hand was cold and wet, Yan Ziyuan was nervous again, and he wanted to fumble for his hand: "why is your hand so wet? Is it blood? Is it blood? You were hurt. Is it serious? Is it serious? "

She and Ye Feng are separated by a few stones. Ye Feng's hands are squeezed through the cracks. She can't see Ye Feng's expression, let alone check his injury. A heart rises again.

Ye Feng slowly drew back his hand and said, "no, this is the blood of magmatic dragon."

Ye Feng's voice is still calm and calm, and his breath is very stable. It doesn't look like he's hurt. Yan Ziyuan is relieved at last.

She put her hand in Yefeng's hand again: "Yefeng Would you hold my hand I'm afraid... " Voice with a few fragile and exploratory, as if as long as Ye Feng refused, she would collapse.

However, her heart is inexplicably convinced that Ye Feng will not refuse her.

Ye Feng has never refused any of her requests. Even if it is unreasonable and absurd, Ye Feng will do a good job for her without saying a word.

Ye Feng holds her gently, which reassures Yan Ziyuan, but her body is still slightly shaking.

Ye Feng shook her hand a little harder, with a little coaxing in his voice: "Ziyuan, don't be afraid I'm here. "

Don't be afraid. I'm here.

Ferocious and bloody, when the monster opened his big mouth, he held her, covered her eyes lightly, and said softly: "don't be afraid, I am..."

When the sleigh was about to break down, he patted her and warmed her with his body temperature. He comforted her: "don't be afraid, I am..."

Now, they are buried in the ice nearly ten thousand meters deep, no one knows. When she struggles, it is his steady voice that brings her courage to live.