Chapter Twenty-Eight: Haoxuan, this is the nature of this

The Protector General's Mansion stood quietly in the night. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two unicorn statues stood majestically beside the vermilion gate, which was closed at this time, and this wall separated the restless people inside from the cold and silent night outside.

Standing behind Bing Lingluo, Shui Moying straightened his back.

A strong person deserves to be respected wherever he goes.

Needless to say, Iocy Cold Sky is such a strong man.

Hao Xuan's eyes widened, motionless looking at the solemn Protector General's Mansion in front of him, and asked in disbelief.

"Wow, master, this is where you live? It looks so magnificent! ”

Style?

Bing Lingluo smiled, in this cloudy sky, the Protector General's Mansion in front of him may be considered magnificent.

Although it is not as big as the palace, this mansion can be regarded as luxurious and generous.

As everyone knows, the top of her snow-capped mountain is even better than it!

The top of the snow-capped mountains in the far north of the earth, the world covered with ice and snow.

It was a world made of ice.

Transparent, clean igloos that radiate divine light on sunny days.

Her homeland, the shelter of her people.

"Go inside, this will be your home from now on!"

Bing Lingluo took Hao Xuan's little hand and walked towards the gate with a step, a relieved smile on his face slowly bloomed. It looks especially dazzling in the moonlight.

Even Bing Lingluo himself didn't know if she said this to Haoxuan, or to herself.

Shui Moying was in a trance for a while, the woman in purple in front of him was his master...

It's really incredible to think about it, he Shui Moying one day, he also recognized the master and became a servant.

However, because of my brother, all this is nothing.

"Luo'er, you're back! Are you hurt? ”

As soon as he entered the door, he was greeted by the cold sky and asked with a gentle face.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I'm fine."

"Hehe, it's okay, it's okay." After glancing at Bing Lingluo up and down, and after confirming that she was really well, Bing Hantian said with a smile again.

Brushing his gray beard, Bing Hantian looked at Bing Lingluo, who was independent in the wind, with a satisfied expression.

Hehe, his granddaughter, is getting better and better. Just stood like this, and the luxury of the whole body poured out, without deliberateness, everything was natural, as if she was supposed to be like this.

This feeling is very similar to his deceased daughter-in-law, who is a strange woman...

Shui Moying stood behind Bing Lingluo, silent, and restrained his breath.

Suddenly, a wave of coercion came towards him like a mountain and a sea, and Shui Moying was secretly frightened, and hurriedly mobilized his internal breath to fight against the coercion of spiritual power.

Hao Xuan became obedient at this time, standing quietly beside Bing Lingluo, knowing that Shui Moying was under the strong pressure of the old man in front of him, but he still didn't say anything.

He's a little kid, but that doesn't mean he's stupid.

The master's mission is too arduous, and there will be no useless people by her side.

If Shui Moying can't even withstand this bit of coercion, then what about the future? What to do when you meet a stronger one? Waiting to drag the owner back?

He would never allow such a thing to happen!

Therefore, if Shui Moying fell, he would not hesitate and immediately let him get out.

"Poof!"

Finally, Shui Moying spat out blood, and drop by drop of blood red fell on the snow, instantly staining a side of the snow. From a distance, it looks like a red plum blooming in the snow, bewitching and flamboyant.

"Hahaha, Luo'er, this person is good, where did you get it?"

Bing Hantian reined in his momentum, and looked at Shui Moying with great satisfaction, not bad, he was able to resist his coercion for so long without falling.

Touching the purple bracelet on his wrist, Bing Lingluo said lightly, "Grandpa, he is my person, don't bully him!" ”

"What? Is he your man? You... You... "When?!

Seeing that Bing Hantian looked at Shui Moying in shock and disbelief, and then at Hao Xuan beside him, Bing Lingluo knew that his grandfather must be thinking crookedly.

twitched the corners of her mouth, well, it was she who expressed it a little roughly.

"Grandpa, he's my buddy, not what you think. Both of you, introduce yourself. ”

Shui Moying stepped forward and hugged his fist at the cold sky, "In the water Moying, I have seen the general." ”

The voice is loud, neither humble nor arrogant!

Icy Frost nodded symbolically.

"Hello grandfather of the wise Shenwu, I'm Haoxuan."

After Shui Moying retreated, Hao Xuan stepped forward and made a non-standard salute to the cold sky.

However, this tone is obviously not as close as to Bing Lingluo.

Who is his master, he knows.

All his life he was loyal to his master, and he knew it.

Ten thousand years ago, except for Ziyun, ten thousand years later, except for the master, he had never been close to anyone.

It's by nature.