Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife Chapter 1071: Don’t be afraid, it’s me

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The dead silence is so quiet that you can hear your heartbeat. As if she was alone in a huge empty grave, no matter how she cried or shouted, no one answered.

Did Ye Feng die? !!

Yan Ziyu has only two hands to move in a small area. She is madly groping around, surrounded by big stones, sharp and round, crowded beside her.

She was stuck in the gap between the stones and could barely move.

At this time, 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, a bit sharp.

Is she buried here?

Is Ye Feng dead?

Don't-

Her hand 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 ... are 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 blew out, and she shook his hand firmly, as if she finally held a leaning, aggrieved in fear: "We Was it buried alive? You ... how are you? "

Ye Feng gently 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 ?! Is it serious? Is it serious? "

She is separated from Ye Fengzhi by a few rubbles. Ye Feng's hand was squeezed from the gap. She couldn't see Ye Feng's expression, and couldn't check his injury. Up.

Ye Feng slowly withdrew his hand and said quietly, "No, this is the blood of magma dragon."

Ye Feng's voice is still calm and calm, and her breath is very stable. Unlike an injured look, Yan Ziyu finally breathes a sigh of relief.

She put her hand in Ye Feng's hand again: "Ye Feng ... Would you hold my hand ... I'm scared ..." The voice with a little fragility and temptation, it seems that as long as Ye Feng refuses, She will collapse.

However, deep inside, she firmly believes that Ye Feng will not reject her.

Ye Feng has never refused any request from her, even if it is an unreasonably ridiculous request, Ye Feng will do it for her without a word.

Ye Feng's hand gently held her, making Yan Zijie 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 is bloody. When the monster opens his mouth, he hugs her, covers her eyes lightly, and says softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm ..."

The wind and snow are ruthless. When the sleigh is about to collapse, he pats her, warms her with body temperature, and comforts him: "Don't be afraid, I am ..."

Now, they are buried in the tundra nearly ten thousand meters deep. No one knows that when she was struggling in pain, it was his calm voice that brought her courage to live.