Xi Mutong persuaded the python with kind words and watched him out of the Ice Palace. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After the old man left, everything returned to normal in the coldest palace in the world, and only she and Caracer were left. So she tirelessly told the same thing to the caracal over and over again, waking that one day she would hear his answer.

The expected result, of course, was disappointment, she had long been accustomed to this disappointment, and she only looked at the jade meditation bed intently, and was reluctant to look away for a moment.

Suddenly, in the cold air, there was a very low chuckle, if it weren't for the magic, it would not be audible, but if it could be heard, it would be possible to hear the mockery implied in the laughter.

"You!It's you!Are you laughing?When did you wake up?" Hearing the laughter, Xi Mutong suddenly became startled, looked around nervously, and finally his eyes stayed on his white gauze sleeves.

"When will you wake up?" Xi Muxian, if all you confide in the Demon King every day are ugly things that are difficult for outsiders to talk about, then according to your wishes, when should I wake up?" asked the voice presumptuously.

The dignified Xi Mu Xian will not be easily handled, sneered and flicked his sleeves, and in the blink of an eye, an old wine gourd was held in his hand.

"Huoling'er, you are seriously injured, I don't know how long you can live, but you are still so arrogant, you are angry with me when you open your eyes, have you ever thought about the consequences?"

"Hahahaha......"

Her threat, instead of deterring Huo Ling'er, aroused his even stronger hostility, and he laughed loudly: "The consequences? If you fall into your hands, the most serious consequence is that you will be wiped out, and even a poor wisp of the primordial spirit will not be able to do it? Could it be that you are still waiting for me to beg you for mercy and spare my cheap life?"

Xi Mutong no longer answered, raised the gourd and shook it down, and the sound inside let out a "oops" scream, and then a phantom shadow floated away from the spout and fell to the hard blue jade ground.

The wine gourd, which was in the phantom mirror maze, was used by the ethereal monk to load the corpse of the caracal and send it to the Ice Palace with the little flea, and now in the hands of Xi Mutong, it has somehow become a tool to imprison Huo Ling'er.

I don't know how long the fire bell was kept in that small space, and after pouring it out, she couldn't stretch her limbs for a while, and she still curled up like a prawn, and even buried her head between her knees, which looked very funny.

However, he and Xi Mutong, no one could laugh, one of them was sloppy, the other was cold and arrogant, and they didn't give in to each other.

When the joints regained sensation and could slowly stretch their limbs, the fire bell could see that the golden armor he had worn on the battlefield in the clouds was gone, only wearing a brocade coat with a white collar, black cotton silk breeches, and the upturned combat boots on his feet were still complete, but unfortunately one was missing.

His clothes were white, but they were stained with blood from top to bottom. The blood stain was different from ordinary people, not bright red, but golden red, and when it oozed out of the wound, it condensed into a lump, so that the wound was glued together with the deep clothes, and at the slightest turn, it tore him in unbearable pain.

The pain tightened his two thick silkworm-like eyebrows, and he wanted to reluctantly loosen them, but he couldn't, so he had to turn up the corners of his mouth, deliberately picking out a cynical aura to demonstrate to Xi Mutong.