Chapter 1092: Heating

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Ning Fenyan wrinkled the picturesque eyebrows, and the eyes flashed through a glimpse of the calendar, but the blushing lips twitched a smirk, and the tone was cold and lazy. "You save the son, you must look at the son." The beauty of it?"
The man heard this and went out with the black bowl.
This makes Ning Fenyan's eyes more and more cold and sorrowful, but the evil smile of the lips is like a man who is in full bloom in the of Mansha.
I don’t know what kind of soup the ugly man gave to Ning Fenyan. After drinking it, Ning Fenyan once again slept in the past, and this time, when I woke up, it was already late at night. The window with wood pulp paper only faintly saw the outside tree shadow blown by the wind.
Scratching the window and making a sound like a ghost crying.
But this is not the main reason why Ning Yan wakes up. He was awake this time.
It was cold in the outside, but there was no good place in the house. Even if he was sleeping, the bed was not the slightest temperature. It was as cold as iron, which made him fall like a hail.
This kind of cold, according to the saying that Ning Fenyan has already spent more than ten years, he should have been used to, anemia, the body temperature is always cool.
His body is not hot, naturally there is no temperature in the nest.
He used to go to bed in winter, but it was a fire pit. It was made of white marble or ink jade. It was empty and connected to the chimney. As long as a fire was burned, the constant heat would follow the white marble or The ink is scattered, even if it is not covered, it is hot.
Muxi naturally couldn't pass the fire pit in the temporary house built by him in Meiyuan. However, the silver charcoal in the good house was warm and warm, and the temperature outside was very different.
Ning Fu Yan's strength has also recovered a lot, although the cold to even his own hands and feet are somewhat stiff, but rather the face is still open the quilt on his body, fumbling out of bed.
On the raft of the window, I found a fire-breaking fire.
Ning Fenyan looked at the horns of the stars that came out of the fire, with a few tiny but burning temperatures scattered on the face of Ning Fen, Ning Xiao Yan is very gentle.
Then the pair of ice muscles and jade bones, the hands of Ying Run Ruyu threw the fire to the quilt on the bed.
In the end, it was a cotton quilt, which was filled with enough cotton, so I looked at the fire of the stars and turned it into the splendid and flames of the fireworks that he saw when he left the palace that night. The smile is more and more enchanting and beautiful.
"It’s finally warm." Ning Fenyan threw the quilt burning in flames onto the cold ground, and he stood on the side and comfortably roasted the fire.
The closed door was quickly opened, and the fire of the sky just made the ugly man look more clear, and the smoldering fireworks rose, but the man’s look was somewhat blurred. I don't know if he saw this scene angry? Still violently thundering?
Ning Fenyan is slow and swaying in front of the fire, taking advantage of his innocent hand of Jie Yu, lazy but innocent and said: "This son is a little cold."
He smiled at the lips, but his expression was clearly a refusal to go thousands of miles away.
Even you can see that there is no slight temperature in his narrow and narrow bottom, and it is full of coldness.
A bed of quilts is the home of the poor, and the quilt will not be burned if the poor family is cold, even though it is really warm at this time.
However, the ugly man turned around without a word, and soon he took a bucket of thin iced water and broke it, breaking the burning flame.
In the original room of the sky, only the original star fire was left, but soon the fire of the stars was not in the cold water, and the room was once again dark.
Just listen to the "squeaky" sound of the water scattered on the fire, and the burnt smell of the burning quilt.
The man pushed the closed window away so that the smoke in the room dissipated, but the cold wind that was blown in was like a knife on the dry skin of a man.
Ning Fenyan stood in a body like a weak willow. Like a wind, he could roll his entire body effortlessly and then fell down.
"Cough and cough..." Ning Fenyan began to cough up violently, and every sound seemed to be in the life of Ning Fuyan.
Under the night, Ning's face was painful and pale, and the ugly man could not see it, but his coughing voice was like the last struggle of the dying person, and it made people listen to the cold heart.
The man walked straight to the front of Ning Fen, and helped Ning Fenyan’s shoulders to tremble because of severe coughing. Ning Fen’s face was a little disgusted, then he felt the body rushing into a warm airflow throughout his body. Spread in, spread out.
The warmth is like the sunshine of the spring of March, which is on your body, warming every cell and every hair, it is very comfortable.
His cold limbs will be as long as the winter comes to spring, slowly recovering, and gradually become energetic.
The violent cough has gradually improved.
"I didn't expect that you have such a deep internal force." This is the first sentence that Ning Yanyan said to a man when he stopped coughing.
This man actually sent internal forces to his body, so that his originally weak body slowly improved, and even the tone of his speech was not so embarrassing.
"Do you know this son?" Ning Fenyan's fingers with distinct bones, tightly grasping the thick cotton coat on the man's body, the body that could not stand, and straightened the waist, like a tall poplar in the mountains. Standing in front of the man.
"Is you not talking, or do you not want to say?" The man did not speak, and Ning Yanyan asked again. "Still, afraid to say, let this son guess your identity?"
"You shouldn't have this ugly face with such a figure, so this face should be fake." Ning Fen holds the hand of the man's clothes, runs down the shoulder, slowly toward the man's face. Move on.
The skin at the neck of a man is still delicate, but the skin on his face becomes rough.
"You even wear this fake face when you sleep, don't you feel uncomfortable?" Ning Xiaoyan's lazy and cold tone, like a desert night eagle, makes the pores stand upside down, no reason for it. The tremor came out from behind the back.
When you saw the eagle smashing the flesh of the human body with a sharp eagle, you will understand how intimate the tone of Ning Fen is now. Look at the refreshing to the apex O