Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

He was dressed in dark black, his black hair was tied up, and a half-mask mask covered half of his face, his face was full of coldness.

He hugged her waist and looked down at her. At this moment, his eyes were filled with deep guilt and heartache, but they were like the sky full of bright stars, the gentle breeze and the warm sun.

Yang Susu thought these eyes were extremely beautiful, so familiar, so warm, and every time she saw these eyes, her heart would always be soothed by all her emotions.

The snow kept falling like goose feathers, but Yang Susu didn't feel cold at all. She let him hold her, and was deeply attracted by his eyes that could speak.

He also looked deeply into her eyes, and the irritability and anxiety in his heart finally faded away.

He raised his hand to brush away the snowflakes on her hair, and with a flick of his finger, the heavy golden wedding crown on her head fell off her hair and onto the white snow.

Seeing her stiff body and expressionless face, he understood and reached out to untie her acupuncture points, then gently picked her up with her weak legs and held her in his arms.

She buried her face in his chest, fiercely inhaling the familiar scent of medicine, and her hands grasping the corners of his clothes tightened again and again. The pain of falling off the carriage, the pain of being scratched by the flute, the pain of being attacked and bitten by hundreds of snow wolves, all kinds of pain, all kinds of grievances, all kinds of sadness, suddenly surged into her heart, and her eyes were filled with tears, wetting his clothes.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed her hair. When he saw the faint bite marks under her wedding dress, his eyes suddenly turned cold, three times colder than the snow.

"Oh, you are so bold, breaking into my secret place and snatching my bride."

Zihu's hoarse and mysterious voice was full of contempt and ridicule: "There is a road to heaven but you don't take it, there is no door to hell but you insist on coming, this owner will send you off today..."

Before Zihu finished speaking, the man in black raised his hand slightly, his five fingers formed into claws, and the white cold air in the air gathered rapidly, condensing into thousands of white cold threads. The threads formed by the cold air seemed to be alive, and attacked Zihu with a strong murderous aura.

Purple Fox looked at the frost line that was coming at him at high speed in shock, and suddenly flew up, but the frost line seemed to have eyes and chased him upwards.

Zihu tried his best to escape in the sky, but the cold air from all directions kept gathering into cold lines. He had no way to escape. His limbs were tightly bound in the sky by the cold lines. The dense cold lines shot into his body at a high speed. Thousands of cold lines kept shuttling through his body, quickly strangling his life.

"Ah...ah..."

The purple fox let out a series of painful cries, suddenly spurting out a mouthful of blood, and the face under the silver fox mask was abnormally distorted.

When the purple fox was about to die, the countless cold threads dissipated into white cold air, drifting in the wind and snow.

But he was still tied up in the air, his arms and legs were broken, hanging down helplessly, his hair was disheveled, his body was covered with numerous holes, and his red wedding gown had long been torn into pieces by the sharp cold wires, mixed in the wind and snow, dancing wildly in the wind.

There was still blood on his lips, but he curled his lips and let out a cold smile: "The phantom air becomes a thread, you are the owner of Wuying Building - Leng Ming."

"Leng Ming, I, your secret agent, have no grudges against you, Wuyinglou. How dare you come to my territory, so wild and bully me like this? Then you and her will leave your lives here!"