The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Chapter 11:

No matter how thick the ice layer seemed, the weight of the three people gathered in one place, and it began to spread out to the surrounding like a pattern, and it was printed on the vast black water surface, as if it was born on the ink-colored tire glaze. ice cracks.

Xuan Qian and Ji Zheng were stunned at the same time, and they didn't dare to let out the air, but the woman was full of anger, only the ruthless and arrogant tyrant was in her eyes.

The first crack was tearing between her and the Son of Heaven. The woman didn't step on her foot firmly and barely crossed over, but she threw herself on the ice and screamed in panic before showing signs of fainting.

Xuan Qian and Ji Zheng also hurriedly crawled on the ice, spreading their weight with their limbs.

As soon as he got down, Ji Zheng shivered suddenly.

It was too cold, no wonder the woman was so weak that she fainted. I only felt a cold air intruding from the abdomen, a little bit like gnawing by insects and smog, crawling and spreading between the internal organs, freezing and numbing the lungs and continuing to rush towards the limbs and the brain.

A dark shadow suddenly appeared in the distance.

He raised his head.

Ming Ciyue's soft and never panicked face, the moonlight knocked down the ice, and the light reflected, lingering around him.

More importantly, he is the only source of heat, strength, warmth around him.

The more clear the words, the easier it is.

"Is the sage okay, Wei Chen will take you back."

At this time, he lightly touched the ground above the crack on the ice surface, and half-kneeled in front of the emperor.

"Are you crazy, please save people." Ji Zheng's voice trembled as soon as he opened his mouth, trying to squeeze every word out of his teeth, "Both of her are exhausted and can't use it. Hug, it's too late, you have to drag them slowly and slide over."

Ji Zheng looked up at Ming Ci and frowned as he looked to the side, there was clearly a slight shake, hesitation, and it was difficult to make a choice.

However, he only took a moment, lowered his eyes in silence, and immediately turned his head back, insisting: "It's too cold on the ice, the saint can't stand it, Wei Chen will carry you back, and then go back to save the two girls, Wei Chen has Take it easy."

According to Ming's ability to speak Yueyue, he said that if it was too late, it would definitely be too late.

But Ji Zheng was still worried and insisted that Ming Ci Yue send them off first.

"Ming Ciyue, don't you understand my order..." Ji Zheng's voice was getting lower and lower, and he could understand Ming Ciyue's eyes, which was condescending and unstoppable.

Ji Zheng shrank abruptly, as if recalling that the Ming Ci Yue in the book was more prestigious, capable, and ambitious than the little emperor. How can the person who is going to step onto the dragon chair with such an ending is a real female? He has always been under the throne temporarily, perfect and paranoid, only doing what he believes.

But now, in the judgment of the ancients, he must first save the Son of Heaven, and his reverence for imperial power ultimately defeated the benevolence in his heart.

Ji Zheng didn't want to use his status as an emperor to exercise his privileges, so that a kind-hearted person like Ming Ciyue would be left with a lifetime of regrets.

But now there is this insurmountable chasm in front of him, how to explain it to him is like talking with ducks.

Ming Ciyue had already picked him up in his hesitant space.