Chapter 1311: Do you expect him to pity you ~

A young girl in pink clothes sat quietly with her knees in her arms, her long black hair blocked her playful face, and he could not see her expression.
There was a little blood on the snow around her, all condensed into pieces of red ice crystals.
The wound on the girl was bleating and dripping with blood, but she ignored it.
Looking at the startling blood, Shen Jiuli breathlessly, his hands clenched involuntarily.
The girl in pink dress stood up again and wobbly, her hair split to the sides like a curtain, showing a pale face.
There are spots of blood on the corners of his mouth. She walked forward, but was bounced back by the enchantment. She seemed to be stingy, and walked in all directions impatiently. No doubt she was bounced back and fell to the ground fiercely.
The girl in pink was sitting on the ground for a while, and suddenly laughed. The smile was filled with despair and irony, echoing in the empty ice purgatory.
Shen Jiuli's hand tightened as the teacup moaned overwhelmingly in his hand, but he turned a deaf ear and just looked at the picture in the water mirror.
Suddenly, the girl in pink was spitting out a lot of blood in a sudden laugh, and splashed all over, her pink dress was gradually soaked with blood ...
But she didn't seem to be aware. She kept coughing for blood and still laughing, her lips were covered with blood, her clothes had been stained with blood red ... she smiled and fell to the ground.
The tea cup "Peng" in the hands of Shenjiu Li shattered, and the pieces cut a hole in his hand. The blood beads kept rolling down and the tea splashed him.
He didn't respond at all, still looking rigidly at the picture in the water mirror.
The pink girl's laughter finally stopped, and she slowly curled up into a ball, motionless, as if frozen.
Shen Jiuli waved his hand sharply, and the water mirror suddenly spread out.
He sat there quietly, the tea rolled down the robe, but he didn't respond at all, but just sat there for a long time without moving, like a sculpture.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on him, plating him with a layer of fiery golden light, his figure was tall and erect in the light, but it was full of loneliness.
After a long time, he finally got up and left.
...
Ning Xuemo lay prone in the ice for a long time, the biting wind came from everywhere, she was trapped here, there was nowhere to escape.
My body was cold and hot, my head was faint, and the surrounding scenes had doubled.
She'll die here again if she continues.
The only reason left in her mind told her that she should meditate and be injured at this time, and should not allow herself to be so frozen.
But now she doesn't want to move at all, she just wants to sit here quietly, almost with a kind of masochistic psychology, completely exposing herself to the cold wind, and letting the temperature pass by little by little in her body.
The eyes were getting darker and the sun was split into two. She tried to keep her eyes wide open, and the darkness poured in like a tide, and she finally passed out.
Before falling into a coma, she thought to herself-
Ning Xuemo, are you counting on God Jiuli to pity you?
There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes closed, and she was greeted by the long darkness.
I do not know how long the coma, Ning Xuemo finally woke up.
There is still only one of her in the huge ice field. The cold wind whistled and swirled around him, as if trying to take away everything with heat here.
Ning Xuemo was lying on the ice, watching the cold moon in the sky silently.