What should my favorite boy look like?

A long time ago, Bing Qingcheng once thought like this: that person must be a prince who stepped on the seven-colored clouds, handsome, handsome, strong, intelligent, and determined to dominate the world, and can turn bold words into reality, and save the people of the divided Silver Moon Continent from the suffering of conservative wars and fire, and is a perfect hero. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Later, it was gone, and before I had time to see the person's appearance in my fantasy, the colorful auspicious clouds had turned into scorched earth.

Minver Victoria, what is there to save in the world where that man exists? If it was that man, it didn't matter if the Silver Moon Continent sank.

The brightness of the world looked at her eyes with some fear, and her legs rubbed together as she sat on the ground. Bing Qingcheng looked through the gap in his collar, and his skin looked a little cute, like a little white rabbit.

"How do you know I'm not her?" Bing Qingcheng glanced around, and chose to sit on the floor opposite Minglang with him. The bottom plate of the golden birdcage is also gold-plated metal, cold and sturdy, and the temperature of the room controlled by the magic circle does not make people cold and cold.

"Princess Sha Shuo is a pure magician, and she won't jump directly from the top of the eighth floor." Probably Bing Qingcheng's voice was too gentle, and Ming Lang whispered.

The skin of a person with strong white light is white and transparent, and the already flawless skin is even more beautiful against the golden background. The soft lips are a little whitish and peeling, probably suffering from this kind of place, and they are not moisturized by water. Ice Orange slowly moved towards the other party.

"What else?" Bing Qingcheng's tone was as light as dew on the petals, for fear of disturbing the quiet and solidified atmosphere in the round tower.

"You don't speak in the same tone."

"Anything else?"

"The eyes are different."

After hearing this, Bing Qingcheng was stunned for a moment before continuing to ask, "Why is it different?" ”

Princess Shashuo's eyes were proud, flashing with an unstoppable light. And your eyes ......" Minglang knew that eyes were the windows of a person's soul, and the illusion he saw of the girl in red just now was probably the real appearance of the other party, but he didn't want Bing Qingcheng to know.

This kind of big living person suddenly tells you that the soul in her body is not his own, and he should not believe it. Maybe Sha Shuo wanted to come out to test his acting skills, but Princess Sha Shuo is not the one who cares about him like this. Sha Shuo was too proud, he never existed in his eyes, and the torture and belittlement of him was just revenge for the True Iron Empire's loss of face.

The eyes of the ice blue orange are too mottled, and the gold on the surface is like paint on a black background. She is a person with a story, but she already feels a little tired, and such suppressed and tortuous feelings are fatal to a pure teenager like Minglang.

"Can you see the darkness inside?" Bing Qingcheng suddenly scurried forward, her body changed from a backward sitting posture to a kneeling forward, she stretched out her hand and held Minglang's somewhat cold hand.

"Actually, I'm dying." As if talking about something inconsequential, Bing Qingcheng calmly said this appalling fact. "Do you see my eyes? When the gold inside completely recedes, it will be my time of death. ”

She felt Minglang's hand tremble slightly, although Minglang himself didn't say anything, and even looked at her "sincere" eyes suspiciously.

"I'm the Sand Princess's self on another world," Bing Qingcheng said in a light-hearted tone that told a bedtime story, "but I'm not a royal princess, I just told you, I'm a professional killer." A few years before the Ice Sea Country was about to die on my side, I went to be a killer. It didn't have anything to do with it, but there was no magic in my world, only mechanical alchemy that relied on machinery, and a cultivation method called Dou Qi. ”

"But the power of the fighting spirit came too slowly." Bing Qingcheng felt the hand in his palm slowly heat up, and continued: "This kind of power called Dou Qi is said to be a cultivation method of the same era as magic, and when magic died, a large amount of Dou Qi's cultivation method was destroyed together. That's why I'm cultivating madness. ”

"Crazy Qi is said to be a method that evolved from Dou Qi, a black 'Dou Qi' generated at the cost of consuming the life force of a cultivator." Bing Qingcheng said, leaned over and sat side by side with Minglang, stretched out the hand that was not holding him in front of his eyes, and then luck.

A black "flower" was angrily placed on the palm of her hand, and its pitch-black existence gave people a crazy and distorted feeling, as if it would burn everything. In the next second, Ming Lang squeezed her hand worriedly, so Bing Qingcheng put away his madness.

"A mad qi cultivator is called a mad qi disciple, or a madman for short. Although the life force of combustion affects the life expectancy, the effect of the appearance does not coincide with the loss of life in the body. The appearance of the appearance is roughly equal to the sum of the current age plus the number of years of cultivation, for example, sixteen years old, four years of cultivation, and the appearance of twenty years old. ”

"Forget it, let's not talk about it." Bing Qingcheng suddenly smiled and let go of Minglang's hand, "I feel a little tired, Minglang." I'm here to investigate one thing, but I'm usually a bit bored, so you don't hate my words too much......"

In the matter of Bing Qingcheng's hand-off, Minglang suddenly felt a little uncomfortable cold, he was just curious about her, and 'Bing Qingcheng' would not hurt him.

"I'll talk to the Sand Lady about it." Bing Qingcheng continued, "Let her give you to me, I'm lonely and need a family to talk to." ”

Minglang didn't know how to answer, if he promised to let him go, he would be like an object, but Bing Qingcheng's expression when he spoke was so natural.

"I'm really sorry!" Bing Qingcheng suddenly became emotional and grabbed his shoulder, "I forgot to say just now, once the madness enters the middle and late stages, it is very easy to go berserk, and once it goes berserk, it will fall into a state of 'I'm so excited'." In this state, I had no idea what I was doing or what I was saying. ”

Before Minglang could speak, Bing Qingcheng quickly and dexterously pulled away his clothes.

The muscles of the boy's chest are not developed, and the ribs can be faintly seen, but on this originally smooth skin, it is cruelly branded with black lettering, "Prince Minglang".

"It's pathetic." Bing Qingcheng said a little depressed, she pulled up her bright clothes again, and fastened the buttons, "It must be painful, right?" ”

After finishing speaking, she stood up in a daze, looked around in confusion, looked at the luxurious decoration of the hall, found the stairs upstairs, and threw Minglang and walked over.

"Ice Orange." Minglang shouted. He was a little worried, but Bing Qingcheng didn't know what he was worried about. (To be continued.) )