Sun Yaozu, whose lips were purple from the cold, didn't know that he was asking for help from Ye Jian. There was only a faint blue light in front of him. He raised his heavy eyelids and muttered while trembling, "Save me, save me."
Ye Jian asked coldly, "Why did you shoot my mother?"
"Shoot… Shoot?… What are you talking about?" Sun Yaozu answered with his eyes closed. At this moment, his joints had already become stiff from the cold and he no longer had any flexibility.
He was just like Ye Jian, who was thrown into the deep snow on the eve of Lunar New Year.
Seeing this, Ye Jian broke a tree branch and picked up the dirty coat she had stepped on. She threw it directly at Sun Yaozu, who was gradually losing consciousness from the cold. The woolen coat was thick.
