The full-level boss crosses the apocalypse and raises cute treasures

Chapter 820 820. The Death of Xiaoxuan
After panting, Jian Cheng'an immediately released his ability, condensed several large ice cubes and put them aside, which slowly lowered the high temperature.

"My god, I was almost smothered to death."

Qiao Ziyi was afraid for a while, he was so cold before going to bed, he was wrapped tightly in a thick quilt, for some reason, the temperature soared, almost smothering him to death in the quilt.

"Fortunately, Lao Han took the shot, otherwise he would have passed out before he knew it."

Chen Yang took out a set of summer clothes from the space, hid behind the shelf and changed, and walked over.

"This ghostly weather almost killed people."

Jian Cheng'an thought that he was going to sleep soundly, but unexpectedly he passed out from the heat.

Han Yixiao frowned tightly, looked out of the window through the glass window, his eyes were full of worry.

"This sudden change in temperature, I don't know how many people will die from the heat!"

No one thought that overnight, from the cold winter to the scorching hot summer, the difference in high temperature of [-] or [-] degrees would cause many people to fall asleep unconsciously in their sleep, and never wake up again. .

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but worry about the group of people who stayed at the base.

"Hopefully they all escaped safely."

Tian Yuanyuan said something softly.

However, things didn't go as she hoped.

In the villa in Nancheng, Zhao Youjun, who woke up slowly, found himself lying on the floor, stripped of his body, with only his underpants left. He was so startled that he sat up all of a sudden, and then felt waves of heat blowing against his face come.

Zhao Youjun, who hadn't figured out the situation clearly, turned his head and saw Zhao Xiaoxuan who was also stripped and lying on the side. Seeing his eyes closed and his face pale, he ran over in fright.

"Xiaoxuan! Xiaoxuan!"

"Xiaoxuan, don't scare Dad, Xiaoxuan!"

Qiao Manxi and Bai Qi, who were standing aside, watched this scene with self-blame in their eyes.

"Stop shouting, Xiaoxuan"

Seeing Zhao Youjun slapping and hitting Zhao Xiaoxuan's face who was already smothered to death, Qiao Manxi finally couldn't help but say something.

Hearing this, Zhao Youjun suddenly raised his head, only to find that there was a group of people standing in the room, all of them were looking at him with sad faces. After realizing it, Zhao Youjun lowered his head stiffly, and slowly looked at the lifeless Zhao Xiaoxuan on the ground. A burst of fireworks exploded in my mind.

"Old Zhao!"

Seeing Zhao Youjun falling backwards, Xiao Zeli ran over to scoop him up in one stride.

Zhao Youjun, who was severely impacted, was powerless, his lips trembled and he couldn't speak, his eyes fixed on Zhao Xiaoxuan who was on the ground, and his eyes were full of tears.

Lin Shishi, Shi Ruolan, and Mei Ruhui were already sobbing uncontrollably, they tightly covered their mouths, tears fell down in big drops.

"Xiaoxuan!"

Zhao Youjun, who was extremely weak, moved his lips, squeezed out two words with great difficulty, and tears rolled down instantly.

This scene made everyone present red-eyed.

Qiao Manxi stepped forward, picked up the already stiff Zhao Xiaoxuan from the ground, put on his clothes, and then put him into Zhao Youjun's arms.

Zhao Youjun hugged Zhao Xiaoxuan's body tightly, buried his face in his arms, and the choked whining sounded intermittently.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Xiaoxuan, it's because Dad didn't take good care of you."

"Xiao Xuan."

"woo woo woo woo."

At this moment, no one bothered the father and son who were separated by yin and yang, and the room was full of crying.

Fang Suxin stood outside the crowd, her pale face was bloodless.

(End of this chapter)