The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

His icy blue eyes stared blankly at her.

So she knew.

When she gave him the rhomboid crystal, he thought it was just for him to hold it for her.

So this is ah.

Xuebai's fingers tightened slightly, and the corners of his lips drew a shallow arc, and he nodded.

It's really not that scary anymore.

The soft and thick eyelashes drooped slightly. After all, they were crystals condensed by the spirit of plants and trees, carrying the breath of life.

Luo Ci first pulled out a few icy transparent ice cones from the outside, and put them in the cup that the Ice King used magic to condense.

After thinking about it, "This cup won't melt, right?"

He shook his head slightly.

Only his body would be affected, not the ice cup he had conjured up.

Luo Ci broke the ice cone into small pieces and put them in the cup, and baked them in the middle of the fire, which should melt quickly.

Then he sat next to him again, took out slices of bread from the wooden basket and ate slowly.

She knew he couldn't eat.

So there is no sharing.

In fact, dry slices of bread are not delicious, but that was the only food at home at the time.

She also accumulated five silver coins in the previous year by doing odd jobs, which can buy a lot of food and new clothes, but there seems to be no one around here, so there is no way to spend them.

And now he doesn't even have many slices of bread on his body.

It is difficult to find food in winter.

Luo Ci hugged her knees and rested her chin on them, quietly looking at the ice cup in the fire.

The firelight was reflected in the light-colored pupils, and he was gradually lost in thought, his vision gradually blurred, and his thoughts were erratic.

Until a large, crystal-clear ice sculpture cup appeared in front of my eyes, filled with plump and huge cherries, and there were still some drops of water on the cherries, which looked like they had just been washed.

She gradually recovered.

Not surprisingly, the cherries were picked in the witch's cherry orchard.

But... when?

Luo Ci turned to look at the Ice and Snow King, and he handed the ice cup to her again, his beautiful eyes filled with urging and concern.

She took it, took out a cherry from it and tasted it slowly, it tasted sour and sweet, and it was still a little cold, "Thank you."

After eating, a warm current flowed through her body, which was very comfortable. She was startled, "Is there any magic in it?"

In fact, the cherries grown by witches cannot be ordinary.

And the energy contained in two or three capsules is enough to fill your stomach.

The Ice King nodded slightly.

Luo Ci thought that since these were different from ordinary cherries, he should be able to eat them, so she took one and handed it to his lips.

Fingertips accidentally touched his slender lips, feeling a little cool.

The Ice and Snow King was slightly stunned, and the tiny light flashed across the ice-blue pupils.

He likes to touch her very much, she is soft and warm, she looks beautiful, but she is also extremely weak.

He can only rely on this body, relying on this stolen time, to walk with her.

He slightly opened his lips and bit the cherry.

The bright red juice overflowed, dyeing his pale lips a seductive red, his slender and thick eyelashes slightly raised, and his beautiful eyes quietly looked at her.

Silently cute.

Luo Ci handed him the handkerchief, squinted his shallow eyes, and said in a soft voice full of joy, "Collect the fruit cores, and try to plant them in the future, in case you can grow a large cherry orchard!"

The Ice King cooperated obediently and slowly spit out the fruit core onto the veil.

She took a few more cherries and motioned him to take them back.

The Ice and Snow King silently put away the ice sculpture cup, a little snow-like magic flowed from his fingertips, and the cherry disappeared.

As for where it was stored, Luo Ci just blinked, her shallow eyes were slightly curious, and she didn't ask aloud.

This discouraged the Ice and Snow King who was waiting for her to ask him.

Didn't it mean... everyone is curious about magic?

He can show her more magical and beautiful magic.

But she doesn't seem to need...

Seeing that most of the ice cubes in the ice cup had melted, Luo Ci took it out from the fire. Speaking of which, the fire didn't burn her at all.

The ice cup is not hot, but you can put your hand into the fire, even if you don't really touch it, you should still feel hot.

But she was fine.

She took a few sips of water, thought for a while, and handed the cup to the Ice King, "Do you want it?"

His eyes lowered slightly, and he took the cup with snow-white fingers. On the wall of the cup, there was still a thin lip print left by her, which would soon disappear with the cold air.

The slender and pale lips were lightly imprinted on the location of the lip imprint, and she drank slowly, and it took a long time before she let go.

The ice-blue eyes narrowed slightly, as if extremely satisfied, and the lips curled up in a happy arc.

It was obviously just water melted by ice and snow. Even though she had tried to pick clean ice picks as much as possible, the water was still somewhat unclean no matter what.

But he drank with gusto.

Luo Ci didn't notice his actions, and lowered her head to caress the ice and snow elk lying beside her, with a soft voice, "Thank you for your hard work these days,"

She held the cherry handle and put it in front of one of the mouths. It bit the cherry with a little force, and spit out a clean core in a short time.

Of course, the other one can't favor one another, and each fed two cherries as a reward.

Luo Ci cleaned the fruit core with the help of melted snow water, and wrapped it carefully.

Suddenly there was a slight weight on her shoulders, she was startled, and reached out to support him.

Maybe it was the trip to the Goblin Forest that changed her a bit, and now it is not so cold to meet him.

Looking down at his quiet face, those beautiful clear ice blue eyes were no longer visible.

It's normal to recognize him as the Ice King.

There is no other pair of eyes like his.

His body was always cold, his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and he was afraid of fire.

After getting the roses from the witch, she put the roses in the wooden basket, and he would keep a distance.

Even when he was resting on the sled with his eyes closed, he woke up and slowly opened his eyes, and accidentally caught a glimpse of his hand.

No flesh and blood, no white bones, like broken ice, extremely transparent, but after he touched the ice and snow, his hands returned to their original, white and flawless.

At that moment, she suddenly remembered that after Blizzard found a wooden house, he received him silently and considerately.

He also served soup for himself, and his hands were probably riddled with holes.

And she actually asked him why he didn't drink.

If you drink it, it must, must be very uncomfortable.

*

After resting overnight, they all regained their strength, and the exhaustion from the journey of the past few days seemed to have disappeared.

Luo Ci guessed that it was because of the cherries, and she didn't know if the witch would be unhappy. She felt...the Ice King probably took a lot of cherries.

...

cherry orchard.

The witch looked at the cherries missing by a quarter in silence, gritted her teeth, and finally accepted it.

She looked around the cherry orchard very distressed, and found a bright spot. She walked slowly and paused. It was a very unique seed that only grew near the ice and snow palace.

And except for the Ice King, no one can go there, or in other words, no one can come back alive.

The witch took down the seed and felt much better.