Chapter 1071: Don't be afraid, it's me

The silence was so dead around me that I could hear my heartbeat. As if she was alone in a huge, empty grave, no matter how she cried or shouted, no one answered.
Is Ye Feng dead? !!
With only two hands around her body, Yan Zijie could move in a small area. She fumbled around like crazy, surrounded by big stones, sharp and round, crowded beside her.
She was stuck in the gap between the stones and could barely move.
Then 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 Ziyu's voice choked, some sharply.
Was she buried here by herself?
Is Ye Feng dead?
Don't--
Her hands frantically frantically: "Ye Feng, Ye Feng, you answer me ... don't ignore me ... I'm afraid ... I tell you, I'm afraid ..."
Suddenly, there was a crackling of stones around her, and one hand gently held her fluctuating hand ...
She was startled, and then like a drowning man tentatively grabbed a piece of driftwood: "Ye Feng? Is it ... is it you?"
The hand shook her again. Although light, but firm, a hoarse voice came, but with the usual calmness: "Don't be afraid, it's me."
It is Ye Feng.
He is still alive!
Yan Ziyu's heart hung in the air for a long time finally fell slightly, and tears came out in tears. She held his hand tightly, as if she finally held a leaning, grieved with fear: "We were buried alive Are you ... how are you? "
Ye Feng patted her little hand with a wet palm: "I'm okay."
His hands were cold and wet, and Yan Ziyu was tense again, and she wanted to fumble his hands with her backhand: "Why is your hand so wet? Is it blood? Is it blood? Are you injured? Seriously? Seriously serious?"
She was separated from Ye Fengzhi by a few rubbles. Ye Feng's hand was squeezed out of the gap. She couldn't see Ye Feng's expression, and couldn't check his injury. A heart lifted up again.
Ye Feng slowly withdrew his hand and said quietly, "No, this is the blood of magma dragon."
Ye Feng's voice was still calm and calm, and her breath was very stable. Unlike the look of injury, Yan Ziyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She put her hand back into Ye Feng's hand again: "Ye Feng ... Would you hold my hand ... I'm scared ..." With a little fragility and temptation, it seemed that as soon as Ye Feng refused, she would collapse.
However, she believed inexplicably deep inside that Ye Feng would not reject her.
Ye Feng never refused any of her requests, even if it was an unreasonable and ridiculous request, Ye Feng would do her job without a word.
Ye Feng's hand gently held her, making Yan Ziyu feel relieved a lot, but her body still shook slightly.
Ye Feng shook her hand a little harder, her voice with a little temptation: "Zi Xie, don't be afraid ... I'm here."
Don't be afraid, I'm here.
He was bloody. When the monster opened his mouth, he hugged her, covered her eyes, and said quietly, "Don't be afraid, I'm ..."
The wind and snow were ruthless, and when the sleigh was about to collapse, he patted her, warmed her with body temperature, and comforted: "Don't be afraid, I'm ..."
Today, they are buried in the tundra nearly ten thousand meters deep, and no one knows. When she was struggling in pain, it was his calm voice that brought her courage to live.