He frowned, sitting quietly on the bed, the frost covered his hair and even the eyebrows, and the astonishing cold continued to spread and eroded his body.

The moment she opened the door to the practice room, Mu Zhiqing felt terrible cold air permeating into the body, almost instantly losing consciousness.

It's just that at this moment, she looked at the figure completely different from the past in horror.

Because, it's nothing but Ling Yunting himself that spreads the entire training room and even makes the entire palace fall into a very cold place!

"How can there be such a terrible cold in the human body?"

Mu Zhiqing's heart trembled. The strength of this cold air was completely beyond her cognition. She couldn't even imagine anyone who could survive such extreme pain. It was incredible...

"Xiao Qingqing, it is impossible for ordinary people to survive such a terrible cold..."

The little fairy has followed Mu Zhiqing for many years and has some understanding of this aspect.

Mu Zhiqing's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, which was something she didn't understand.

On weekdays, she had never felt such an astonishing chill in her body. Could it be that this is the real reason for the so-called full moon night?

"Who?"

As if feeling the movement from the door of the room, Ling Yunting was like a beast that had awakened. He suddenly turned his eyes, his fierce eyes exuding an astonishing murderous aura.

It was a pair of eyes that were different from the gentle and pampering eyes in the past, and they contained a solemn and bloodthirsty breath, just like eyes in hell.

Wherever the gaze passes, people feel scared from the heart...

A strong coercion erupted from Ling Yunting's body, and the air in the entire training room seemed to become viscous.

Mu Zhiqing only felt that the vitality in the body had a sudden stop, this kind of pressure was much stronger than the pressure released by Pang Junde's men.

At the beginning, her Yuanli's rotation speed was only blocked, but at this moment she almost can't rotate...

Ling Yunting rushed to Mu Zhiqing almost instantly, her bloodthirsty eyes condensed on her body, and one hand directly strangled her neck.

"Yun Ting, it's me..."

At this moment, Mu Zhiqing could naturally see that Ling Yunting's mentality had become a little vague under the persecution of this chill, and that strange look seemed to not recognize her at all...

However, with such an astonishing cold, it is impossible for ordinary people to survive. Ling Yunting was only temporarily unconscious, which was already a miracle.

Hearing that familiar voice, Ling Yunting gradually let go of the strength in his hand, and his expressionless face changed a little.

His expression was tinged with a trace of pain, almost suppressing something as hard as he could, forbearing and unable to hold on to himself.

Until those eyes gradually recovered a little clarity, the man's blunt voice was filled with tenderness and apology.

"Zhiqing, I'm sorry."

Ling Yunting released his hand, quickly moved away from Mu Zhiqing, and reached the other side of the training room.

"You leave here soon, I am confused, and even I can't guarantee what I will do."

At this moment, Mu Zhiqing also completely understood.

No wonder Ling Er Shao and none of them are here. With Ling Yunting's strength, once he starts, none of them will be opponents.

However, when he thinks of every full moon night, he has to endure the pain like capital punishment, and her heart hurts.