Continued from previous chapter)

The frozen earth was white everywhere, and between heaven and earth was chaotic, gray, neither dark nor bright, but lifeless, without any other color. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bing Qingcheng hurriedly walked on the ice, and a huge, pitch-black shadow under the ice followed her, which was the shape of the Arctic Demon Gluttonous Whale, so Bing Qingcheng fled faster.

But no matter how fast she moved her legs, ran wildly on the smooth ice, panting and pouting, her heart darting out of her chest, as soon as she looked down, the dark shadow still followed her feet, swallowing her own shadow.

When she lowered her head and was still desperately trying to escape, she suddenly fell hard, and a pair of women's shoes and a pair of women's feet appeared in front of her.

Painted with waves patterned, ancient and decayed; The woman, the former queen of the Ice Sea Country, Windsor's mother, a noble woman who had died of hemorrhage because of giving birth to Windsor, had a pale and cold face, and her lips were as red as freshly dyed blood.

[It would be nice if you were obedient. 】

The woman's dignified countenance, her cloudy and unfocused eyes welled up with blood and tears, and her dry lips did not tremble, but they could make a terrible sound.

[Sha Shuo is a daughter that even the king doesn't recognize, that bastard born first and then the queen, she is not even a concubine. It was so nice to see her pretending to be well-behaved in front of me, trying to be recognized, wanting to be my daughter. 】

You are the king's daughter, and you must listen to me. Am I not good to you? I really don't like you! 】

Under the action of the gorgeous brocade tying woman staggering forward, pieces fell off, revealing a rotten undertone. The woman stiffened her fingers, her nails as sharp as knives, and they were full of clotted blood.

Bing Qingcheng got up and continued to run, the huge whale shadow still clinging to her feet, enveloping her head in the shadow, like an extension of her shadow, a part of her.

The once exquisite crown has become old and oxidized like rotten copper, as if the legendary magic empire that once dominated the continent can no longer be restored to its former glory. The king's dress, which has been passed down for generations, begins to fade slightly, even if it is well maintained.

The Ice Sea King, even Bing Qingcheng didn't know if it was her biological father's man, his irritable and painful face was like a skeleton, waiting quietly on the side of the road where she fled.

"You are not my daughter, I don't have a disobedient daughter, why don't you give your life to the empire? Why did you run away, I owe you nothing. I just want you to go to the Wild Plains Country to trade, and I want the Wild Plains Kingdom to help this king destroy the hundred rivers and the thick soil, is there anything wrong? ”

Ice Blue Orange didn't stop, passing by the Ice Sea King, who thought highly of himself.

The shadow of the gluttonous whale stuck to the soles of her feet, and the shadow moved as fast as she ran, and the shadow also turned when she turned, and the shadow stopped when she stopped.

【Ice Green Orange, Ice Green Orange】

An old man with gray hair came into view, wearing a black arrow suit, and although he was old, his body was as strong as that of a young man. His face was indifferent, and there was a bloodthirsty and impersonal coldness in his eyebrows. But when he saw the ice blue orange, it seemed as if the frozen face melted softly, and the kind smile drove away the killer's innate cruelty.

"Grandpa."

【Ahem】

Suddenly, my grandfather fell, a kind smile froze on his face, his strong body shrunk into a ball, and wanton blood spread on the white ice.

"Grandpa, don't die." Bing Qingcheng wanted to move over, but found that he couldn't move at all. The pitch-black shadow under his feet, looking down from a high place, the huge fishtail swinging leisurely, resting peacefully.

"I was killed by Minver Victoria. You're going to avenge me, Bing Qingcheng, are you hating him so much? The good ones hate Minver Victoria. 】

Bing Qingcheng opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make a sound, his tongue was stiff and couldn't bend, there seemed to be a coagulated iron in his throat, and his vocal cords couldn't tremble, like a dehydrated fish, he could only open his mouth wide, but he couldn't even say "ah".

[Is that really the case?] Bing Qingcheng, you are a person without a heart, you are a natural killer. Even if it's not now, it will definitely become a ruthless killer in the future. Because you have no heart, no feelings, no sadness, no anger. 】

No! Grandpa, what are you talking about? I have a heart! I obviously have a heart, and I feel it beating; My heart aches because you died and I am sad! I also feel angry because you were killed!

The ice trembled, and in the near and far distances, the gray icebergs shook as if they were about to shake off the snowflakes.

In an instant, the mountains shook, the ice made a loud cracking sound, and the cracks spread, and the cracks were wide enough to swallow an adult.

A huge force lifted a playground-sized ice cap, and a hand, a huge skeletal arm with white and smooth bones appeared in front of Bing Qingcheng.

The skeletal arm propped up on the ice, propping up its upper body, each rib as thick as a giant tree trunk that had grown for a hundred years. White, without a trace of dull yellow impurities, like a small house-like head, even emitting a trace of soft and bright light.

A humanoid figure, shrouded in darkness, surrounded by the light of the surrounding space, stood silently on the smooth head like a black flame burning in a gale.

The skeleton stretched out its white bone palm the size of a sheet, grabbed his grandfather on the ground, imprisoned it with his bones, and was about to sink to the surface of the water.

"Wait a minute, where are you going to take my grandfather?" Bing Qingcheng yelled, her tongue rejuvenated, and she could strongly question the thing that was going to take her grandfather away.

"Of course it's hell, Bingqingcheng-san." The pitch-black figure on the skull replied.

The voice of the pitch-black figure was ethereal and muffled, like a hermaphroditic voice.

Bing Qingcheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, although she didn't quite understand why she was relieved.

"Aren't you afraid? Don't you feel fear of hell? As if reciting a poem, the figure repeated in a tone full of emotion, "Don't you know that hell is the existence of fear? Don't you know? Your sins are deeper than anyone else's, and your destination is purgatory, which falls even deeper than hell. ”

"But you will not be afraid, for you are pitch black, you are pitch black, you are the will of darkness, the faith of destruction. You are a born demon, a born thug, never guilty, no fear, no regret. ”

"This is you, Bing Qingcheng's life."

The pitch-black figure raised his hands in a gesture, and in the gray and cold world, only the biting cold wind cheered for it.

"Why don't you see what you really are? Ice green orange. ”