In Siberia, Russia, closest to the ice field, there is a castle made of ice and snow, which is the real family root base of the Ice Emperor Wolf. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's been a quiet and pale place all the time.

Randall reached out his bony ascetic hand to catch a snowflake falling from the sky, and he closed his eyes, silver-gray hair caressing his cheeks.

This is an extremely powerful and extremely beautiful man. Just like the ancient European legend, the elf king.

The snowflakes swirled in his palm and danced with a strange rhythm.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and deep in his ice-blue pupils was a bone-chilling frost.

"Guests have come. He whispered, and the window looked out of the window to see a soaring eagle chirping in the air.

In such a cold place, the eagle was unaffected, and its sharp eyes looked at Randall, and suddenly swooped down towards him.

Randall remained motionless until the eagle was less than ten meters away from him, when he raised his hand.

The eagle's wings spread out, and two sturdy talons stretched out, grabbing Randall's arms, but Randall's arms did not move under the impact.

He looked at the clasp on the eagle's talons and gently unfastened it, revealing a rolled piece of gold leaf.

It was engraved with Chinese characters, and the atmosphere that came to his face was majestic, almost instantly, a powerful will blessed his body, wanting to pull him into some kind of strange space, Randall frowned slightly, and the momentum on his body suddenly exploded, click, and the carved windowsill in front of him was split by the cold air.

The whole castle, no matter what they were doing, all lay on their stomachs at the same time, touching their heads to the ground, not daring to move.

Finally, the invisible wrestling is over.

That powerful and strange will vanished, and Randall looked solemnly at the gold leaf in his hand, on which there was only one line of words.

[On the seventh day of the sixth month, the top of Huashan, and the king discussed the sword. ]

The same scene happened to various forces in the world.

The difference is that not everyone has Randall's strength to resist entering such a bizarre space.

USA, S.H.I.E.L.D., Lancelot's face turned pale, his fists clicked, and after a long time, he picked up the phone on the table, "I'm going to visit Mr. Coulson, now, right away." ”

In the depths of a mysterious primeval forest, at the very top of a huge building, in a room with a dark fragrance, a beautiful and holy woman took the buckle handed by Natalie and took out the gold leaf inside, just like Randall, she was not pulled into that strange space, on the contrary, she was still smiling.

"Natalie, this time, don't let me down, bring back the fragment of the god that Huaxia has, and, find Kunlun. The woman reached out and gently brushed Natalie's cheek, and her voice was beautiful and beautiful, like the deadliest poison.

Natalie fell to one knee and didn't dare to look up.

"Yes, sister. ”

Huaxia, the headquarters of the National Security Bureau, Qin Wanyue woke up from such a strange space, looked at the gold leaf in her hand with complicated eyes, and said to Long Aotian in front of her: "Find Xiaojing as soon as possible, you must let them come back, they have been resting outside for two years, and now, the bureau needs them." ”

In Europe, in the Vatican, in the Holy See, in the Hall of Light, the elderly pope pinched the gold leaf, and his voice was majestic and loud.

"Ash, Rensa, to convey the will of the Lord once and for all, the Day of the Apocalypse is coming, and for this reason I entrust the Holy Inquisition to you, so as not to disappoint my expectations. ”

Ash placed his right hand on his chest, "Will complete your command." And the man beside her, who was half-kneeling, only lowered his head slightly as a sign of respect.

He was very young, not much older than Ash, and his holy aura was extremely pure, but there was always a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't have much respect even for the Pope.

He is the most unusual being in the Holy See, the first person under the Pope, and he is Archbishop Rensa.

Coming out of the Hall of Light, he looked at Ash and said with a smile, "This time, guess if I'll die?"

Ash's expression was calm, "You can die now." ”

"Huh...... I'm scared, almost all the people who worked with you are dead, from Desa, to Arthur, now it's my turn, but you're still alive and well, and your strength is getting stronger and stronger every time. His handsome, sunny face had a viciousness that did not match his looks.

"yes, it looks like you're going to have to be extra careful this time. ”

Japan, Mt. Yuehua.

Under the cherry blossom tree, the man in the light blue robe watched the flying eagle gradually move away, with a slight smile on his handsome face, he looked at the west, the country that is separated from Japan, and whispered: "Huashan...... Sword Gate. ”

Iceland, somewhere in a luxury manor.

Wen Xi'er handed the buckle in his hand to Qinglin, "Open it and take a look." ”

Qinglin looked at the flying eagle that had gradually faded away, took the buckle, and at the moment when her hand just touched the gold leaf, she was pulled into a strange space.

In the blur, she saw a man in a black dress, standing on the top of the mountain, his voice majestic and shocking.

He seemed to be talking to Qinglin, and seemed to be talking to heaven and earth.

"On the seventh day of the sixth month, the top of Huashan Mountain, and the king discussed the sword. ”

However, Qinglin had not yet come out of that world of consciousness, and in the depths of her mind, a place that was frozen suddenly vibrated and emitted a faint light.

Qinglin fainted without any warning.

Wen Xi'er caught Qinglin, who was about to fall, with a furrowed brow and puzzled eyes at an astonishing speed.

She took the gold leaf in Qinglin's hand, and naturally saw that scene, coming out of the world of consciousness, her eyes were complicated, looking at the small sword on the gold leaf, and muttering: "Sword Gate ......"

When Qinglin woke up, she didn't come back to her senses for a long time, she stared at the ceiling with inexplicable emotions in her eyes.

She slowly closed her eyes, and an invisible ripple spread from her, sweeping across the room, swinging farther away.

When she opened her eyes again, she had a wry smile on the corner of her mouth, "Master...... Why...... You want to lie to me......"

She has recovered some of her mental strength, and her memory has not yet recovered, but she already knows that she is Lin You, although she doesn't want to admit this fact.

She was curious about what had happened in the past, but not to the point where she was desperate to find out, and she had a gut feeling that it must not be a good thing.

Feel the fluctuations of the spiritual world, which is very unstable, and in the corner, there is a gray mist sealed, and in that fog, there is darkness.

She sighed, sat up from the bed, looked at her fingertips, and for a moment, she felt a little tired.

I can't see the way forward, and I don't know the way back.

Click, the door was opened, Wen Xi'er walked in with a bowl of porridge, she put the porridge casually next to Qinglin's bedside table, "Is it better?

Qinglin looked at her, his expression was a little detached and cold, with a little coldness.

With that kind of expression, Wen Xi'er has seen it, on a photo, subconsciously, her hand behind her was slightly tightened, and a dark color crossed the depths of her eyes.

"I seem to ...... Recovered some of his strength, Wen Xi'er, if I were Lin You...... What to do. However, that expression was only for a moment, and the next second, her eyes were very confused.

Wen Xi'er didn't know why, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, "Don't think too much, when I knew you, you were Qinglin, so in my heart, you are Qinglin." ”

"Why do you want to know Kunlun? Do you want to go too?" Qinglin asked suddenly.

"Naturally, in this world, who doesn't want to go to Kunlun, which is the closest place to immortals. Wen Xi'er said lightly.

Unexpectedly, Qinglin sneered as if he had heard something ridiculous.

"The closest place to the immortal? You probably don't know, there's only one person there, and there's only one person from beginning to end. There has never been a so-called immortal, nor a so-called ladder, just a woman who doesn't know how long she has lived, looking at the landscape all day long, year after year!" Her tone was so sharp, with anger and dissatisfaction, as if venting and complaining.

She suddenly lifted the quilt and stood in front of Wen Xi'er, "Do you want to go to Kunlun? Do you want to know the way to Kunlun from me? Ridiculous, you bet on the wrong treasure, I was kicked out by the master, and I don't know how to go back! If you can go back, do you think I will wander outside here? Wen Xi'er, you are wrong. With such a sentence, she casually picked up the coat on the hanger, opened the door and walked out, ran all the way out of the manor, jumped a few times, and disappeared into the night.

And behind her, always followed by a black cat.

Wen Xi'er lowered her head, unable to see her expression clearly, and after a while, she suddenly covered her face and sneered, "Hehe...... Hehe...... Is...... Disobedient chess pieces......" she said, and sharp and domineering winds suddenly swirled around her, and those winds were actually made of sword qi!

After a long time, she walked out of that room, and the whole room was in shambles, everything was cut into pieces, and the walls were full of traces of sword qi.

Only the one lying on the stomach in the corner is still intact, but a layer of floating ash has fallen on it......

Running all the way to the side of the road, Qinglin stood under a street lamp, his back lonely and thin.

She slowed down and walked slowly, her expression lonely.

"Meow ......" a cat meows.

She looked down and saw the black cat limping at her feet.

Picking up the cat, Qinglin lifted its front paws, where blood was dripping, and a sharp shard of glass pierced into it.

"Does it hurt?" Qinglin asked in a choked voice.

"Meow ......" [It hurts, the king...... Woo woo woo ......] 86 cried in his heart, almost rolling, but the reality is that his eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth curved an arc, and the smile was as warm as the sun.

Qinglin bit his lip and pulled out the glass shards from its paws, then tore off the corner of the T-shirt and bandaged it.

86's beard trembled slightly, but it didn't scream again, and suddenly, it felt something dripping from its body, and when it looked up in confusion, it saw a crystal tear on its master's chin.

Qinglin hugged 86, squatting under the street lamp, his shoulders trembling, but he didn't make a sound.

86 lifted his other paw, which was not injured, with difficulty, and put it on Qinglin's shoulder, and patted it gently.

【O King...... I will always be with you...... So...... Don't be upset......] It said softly in its heart, its green eyes gentle.

ps: When I wrote this chapter, I was almost going to be 86 warm crying, and suddenly I wanted to raise a cat, so I wanted to think about it!!......! (To be continued.) )