Chapter 1395: If you don't leave, I won't give up (3)

I saw Xuehu's tiny body curled up on the bed, her hair exploding, shaking constantly, and even making a painful hum.
"Snow Lake--"
Yang Zimei rushed over and held it up.
Xuehu was terribly cold at this moment, holding him as if holding an ice in his arms, making Yang Zimei's teeth difficult to fight.
Her palm rested on him, and he continued to feed him his own heat.
But it didn't work.
Its body seemed to be unable to accept any heat. It was still cold except for being cold. It was frozen over the whole body and turned into ice-blue, with ice hanging on its eyelashes.
"Snow Lake, Snow Lake--"
Yang Zimei's panic was a little helpless. He took out all the ginseng snowdrops in his storage ring and wanted to feed him and see if he could increase his calories a little.
"Girl, I don't need to eat."
Xuehu weakly talked to her with her heart, "Don't worry, it's okay, just hold on, and pass quickly."
Yang Zimei's tears flowed, "Xuehu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you must stand by, I can't let you die, I can't let you leave me, oh ..."
"I can't die."
Xuehu said intently, "Girl, I'm a bit tired now, so I can't say more. You don't have to worry about it, I'll get through it soon. Don't wake me up after a while.
"Ok."
Yang Zimei didn't dare to ask him again, but only held him in his arms, hoping to make him feel a little warm.
He wouldn't be like this if he wasn't trying to save the dragon day by day.
Although she didn't know the current situation, she still vaguely guessed that Xuehu had now restored the original form of the fox. It must not have been his intention. It must be caused by excessive energy consumption and insufficient power.
It is also possible that the magic in Long Zhutian's body was transferred to Xuehu?
Yang Zimei cut open the long hair on Xuehu's body and looked at its belly.
There is no black mark like Long Zhutian, a little relieved.
From time to time, she stretched out her hands to test its breath, and found that there was still breath, and her heart was slightly at ease.
"Sister, how did Xuehu become like this?"
Xiao Qian whispered.
Yang Zimei told him what he had just said.
"Is there a black mark on my heart?"
Xiao Qian frowned. "Then I'll take a look."
"Xiao Qian, do you remember something?"
There was a flash of hope in Yang Zimei's eyes, "Do you know the magic?"
"Let me consider."
Xiaoqian stepped on his calf and ran to Long's room every day.
Yang Zimei hugged Snow Lake and passed together.
Before Xuehu did not wake up, she could not leave it alone, lest the situation be left unattended.
When I came to the room, I realized that Long had been sitting by the bed every day, and the black shirt on his body was wide open. The original healthy chest was faintly black.
Yang Zimei has now discovered that the circles of black halo are a bit like a blooming rose. On his chest, he looks particularly mysterious and mysterious.
Long Zhutian's dark blue eyes, quietly looked at Yang Zimei who came in holding Xuehu, there seemed to be tens of emotions in his eyes.
"Day by day, are you awake?"
Yang Zimei walked over and asked nervously, "How do you feel now?"
"I can't sleep without you."
Long said day by day, he stretched out his healthy hand and pulled her directly into his arms.