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Since Xiahou Mobing came back from the mausoleum, he began to build the Snow Ink Palace, and the decoration of the entire Snow Ink Hall is mainly made of glass, giving up luxury.

Xiahou Mobing put Murong Xue, who was sleeping in a mess, on the bed, lifted the quilt, covered her bare shoulders like white jade, and stared at her beautiful and lazy sleeping face, Xiahou Mobing hooked her lips and smiled, she was really a little lazy pig, her slender fingers stretched out and hooked her pretty nose.

Murong Xue in the dream seemed to feel it, and couldn't help frowning.

"Haha......" Seeing Murong Xue's cute side, Xiahou Mobing hooked his lips slightly and said with a low smile.

Xiahou Mo Bing got up, and his black brocade boots paced step by step to the side of the Mo Yu desk not far away.

The cold brows furrowed slightly, Xiahou Mo Bingxiu stretched out his slender hand and gently picked up the cyan brocade cloth on the outside of the object, his dark eyes flashed, scroll?

As the picture scroll opened little by little, Xiahou Mobing's brows became deeper and deeper, and in the end, it directly condensed into a Sichuan character, rising high, and the dark pupils were cold, as if condensed into thousands of feet of ice.

Under the soft light, on the ink jade desk, is an unfolded picture scroll, between the ink brush, under the moonlit night, a woman in white reclining on a tree branch, her face is cold, the jade belt is flying, wanton and chic, the corners of her red lips are slightly hooked, and her cool eyes are deep and boundless, so beautiful that she is like a moonlit night elf, like the goddess of the moon.

The woman in the painting is not Murong Xue who is sleeping sweetly on the other side.

Xiahou Mobing's hand on the painting scroll tightened more and more, his eyes were cold, and in those Ling Han's eyes, a trace of dark red gradually emerged, and the slightest cold air in his palm was swirling, and he could almost see the cold mist between his slender fingers, the temperature of the entire dormitory dropped suddenly, and Murong Xue on the opposite bed seemed to feel the subtle change in the atmosphere, and the willow eyebrows moved slightly.

A cold breath with the power of destruction suddenly struck the scroll.

"Ink ......"

Xiahou Mobing was stunned, and the movements in his hands followed, and he suddenly met the slightly cool and deep eyes of the woman in the painting, and at the same time, the dark red in the eyes gradually disappeared with this shout, as if he had just heard her calling for herself, the thin lips that were as red as blood pursed them, and the fingers were curled, covering the face of the painted woman little by little, and the eyes were slightly softer, and the fingertips moved gently along her cheeks.

In the middle of the night, the corners of Xiahou Mobing's mouth hooked a strange arc, the pitch-black heavy pupils flashed a trace of dark light, the sleeve robe was raised, and with a wave of his big hand, the scroll rolled along the Moyu desk, and it was instantly closed.

"Smack-"

Xiahou Mobing grabbed it in his hand, walked to the front of the bookshelf, and placed it in the innermost pavilion, on the edge of a very inconspicuous corner.

"Hmmm......"

Murong Xue on the couch muttered softly, and Xiahou Mobing, who was standing in front of the bookshelf, quickly withdrew his hand, a hint of haste flashed in his eyes, like a child who had done something wrong, at a loss.

After a while, Murong Xue on the couch did not move, she was sleeping sweetly at the moment, and Xiahou Mobing at this time didn't know what she thought, her frowning eyebrows relaxed, and she raised her feet and walked to the bed, her steps were very light.

"The prince is ......"

"I don't know, it's been like this since I came back from Yuzawa." Xingchen looked at his personable iceberg prince, but at this moment, his face became pale, and he looked at the direction of Yuze with a melancholy face.

It seems that the prince is really trapped this time.

Ay......

Two months ago, as soon as the prince of his own family heard about the wedding of the prince of Yuze, or should it be said that it was the wedding of Murong Xue, he immediately went to Yuze in disguise and witnessed the process of getting married.

Since the last hunt of the Three Kingdoms Friendship, the Prince of Yuze, also known as Xiahou Mobing, is like a different person, solving the spies of other countries who are eyeing Yuze, and sitting firmly in the position of the prince's East Palace, so that the outside world is even more afraid of this Prince Yuze.

The sixth prince of Yuze, that is, Xiahou Mobing, was favored by King Yuze when he was just born, but with the disappearance of his mother's concubine, that is, Concubine Tan, that kind of favor became King Yuze's resentment towards him, so since then, he has not been favored and has not been favored, but who knows that it has only been more than ten years, and he has been able to stay in such a cannibalistic palace in such a cannibalistic palace, and he can still sit down. But it was from the hands of Prince Yuze, and it is said that the Prince of Yuze, Xiahou Mobing, was extremely decisive in his methods, so to speak, vigorous and resolute, and his methods were clean and neat.

It is even rumored that Prince Yuze is peerless, and the regent Su is gradually leaving, who is not inferior to Liuli.

Now, it seems that the prince of their family has really met an opponent this time, that's right, the prince of Yuze is indeed a strong opponent.

Yuxiang Pavilion of the Prince's East Palace.

In a delicate attic, all kinds of medicinal fragrances are mixed and diffused, and several casseroles are steaming with the flames of teeth and claws below.

On a table covered with a thick fox fur, Murong Xue held a sharp dagger in her hand, propped her elbows on the table, and looked at the small thing in front of her with a smile in her eyes.

"Come here, ask for a little more, don't be so stingy......"

Murong Xue's tone, it was a soft one, but it sounded like she was abducting a child.

However, the tail of the little snake on the fox fur was wrapped in a heavy white cloth, and the whole small body shrunk into a ball, with dark eyes full of tears, and a pitiful appearance, anyone who saw it couldn't help but protect it, but now the little snake was staring at Murong Xue in front of him vigilantly with this kind of eyes, Murong Xue leaned forward a little, and it flashed back a little.

"Oh, why don't you give you an extra chicken later?"

"Or two?"

After two circles with grunting eyes, the little snake pitifully poked out its hidden tail, which could not escape horizontally and vertically, so it was better to be well-behaved, at least there was meat to eat.

Murong Xue raised her eyebrows and smiled, this is good, grabbing the little snake may have eaten too much chicken recently, looking at this tail, it looks fat, the sharp knife slid down, and a drop of bright red blood dripped on the jade plate

"Murong Xue, I really underestimated you."

A soft and low voice slowly spread in the sound of the mountain cliff collapsing.

A pure white skirt, a gray and white cloak and cloak, the two figures suddenly collided, and the figure of the ice blade collided sounded, and between the lightning and flint, the two figures quickly dodged away, and the figure swept out in the opposite direction.

"Damn." Ouyang Mingri looked at Murong Xue, his red eyes were gloomy.

His skills have improved at least several times, but with the help of poisonous blood all over his body, he can only fight a tie with her.

Murong Xue's eyes flashed, and with the strength of Ouyang Mingri's attack, she quickly jumped towards the formation.

When I looked up, I saw the altar, and the blood was almost gone.

Murong Xue gritted her teeth fiercely, Xiahou Mobing and they had been in for so long, but the altar had not changed at all, and if they didn't destroy it again, they would stop the spread of the big array, and the entire space was about to collapse!

"You want to go, but it's not that easy." Seeing that Murong Xue also wanted to rush into the formation, Ouyang Mingri let out a strange chuckle.

Before the words were finished, Ouyang Mingri's body twisted a few weirdly, his waist was as soft as a water snake, and the gray cloak swirled, and the whole person disappeared in place in an instant.

Murong Xue quickly shuttled on the few remaining magnets, thrillingly avoiding the magnets that kept rolling down above.

The pure white soft boots stepped on the magnet under him, his knees bent slightly, and he was about to jump towards the formation in front of him, but before he could jump out, Murong Xue's head slammed backwards, and his whole body suddenly projected backwards.

"Thorn-"

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through the void sounded in my ears.

With his hand as a blade, Ouyang Ming's dry big hand, like a sharp blade, slashed towards Murong Xue. There was blood dripping from the black and ugly hands, and there was a foul smell all around.

Murong Xue dodged dangerously, but a strand of ink hair flying in the air was cut off by Ouyang Mingri's blade!

Ouyang Mingri stretched out the tip of his tongue unhurriedly, **** the corners of his purple and black lips, picked up a strand of Murong Xue's black hair cut off by him with two fingers, put it under the tip of his nose and sniffed lightly, and said softly: "It's this familiar feeling." ”

The expression is also an unusual enjoyment, and the soft and cold voice makes people uncomfortable to hear.

"Hmph-" Murong Xue snorted coldly, ignoring his perverted expression.

She landed a clean backflip and stabilized her figure, the dagger in her hand leaning against her elbow, and without any pause, it struck towards Ouyang Mingri.

The slender arms swayed with the cold wind, but Murong Xue's eyes were a little worried, it seemed that she couldn't solve this Ouyang Mingri for a while.

"Quack-" Ouyang Mingri smiled weirdly, his five fingers were tightly closed, and he used his hand as a blade to flash towards Murong Xue quickly.

Ouyang Mingri's figure was as fast as lightning, his feet were running rapidly, and the erected blade was like a sharp knife, aiming at the position of Murong Xue's heart!

In the formation, the clouds and mist were shrouded, so quiet that I couldn't even breathe, and I could hear it very clearly.

Mei Xu stared at the little sweat on Xiahou Mobing's forehead, and his eyes were a little anxious, and his toes kept touching the ground, this Xiahou Mobing would not be trapped in the environment

In the spacious dormitory, the glazed wall lamps emit a soft white light, and the jade smoke curls in the delicate incense burner.

Since Xiahou Mobing came back from the mausoleum, he began to build the Snow Ink Palace, and the decoration of the entire Snow Ink Hall is mainly made of glass, giving up luxury.

Xiahou Mobing put Murong Xue, who was sleeping in a mess, on the bed, lifted the quilt, covered her bare shoulders like white jade, and stared at her beautiful and lazy sleeping face, Xiahou Mobing hooked her lips and smiled, she was really a little lazy pig, her slender fingers stretched out and hooked her pretty nose.

Murong Xue in the dream seemed to feel it, and couldn't help frowning.

"Haha......" Seeing Murong Xue's cute side, Xiahou Mobing hooked his lips slightly and said with a low smile.

Xiahou Mo Bing got up, and his black brocade boots paced step by step to the side of the Mo Yu desk not far away.

The cold brows furrowed slightly, Xiahou Mo Bingxiu stretched out his slender hand and gently picked up the cyan brocade cloth on the outside of the object, his dark eyes flashed, scroll?

As the picture scroll opened little by little, Xiahou Mobing's brows became deeper and deeper, and in the end, it directly condensed into a Sichuan character, rising high, and the dark pupils were cold, as if condensed into thousands of feet of ice.

Under the soft light, on the ink jade desk, is an unfolded picture scroll, between the ink brush, under the moonlit night, a woman in white reclining on a tree branch, her face is cold, the jade belt is flying, wanton and chic, the corners of her red lips are slightly hooked, and her cool eyes are deep and boundless, so beautiful that she is like a moonlit night elf, like the goddess of the moon.

The woman in the painting is not Murong Xue who is sleeping sweetly on the other side.

Xiahou Mobing's hand on the painting scroll tightened more and more, his eyes were cold, and in those Ling Han's eyes, a trace of dark red gradually emerged, and the slightest cold air in his palm was swirling, and he could almost see the cold mist between his slender fingers, the temperature of the entire dormitory dropped suddenly, and Murong Xue on the opposite bed seemed to feel the subtle change in the atmosphere, and the willow eyebrows moved slightly.

A cold breath with the power of destruction suddenly struck the scroll.

"Ink ......"

Xiahou Mobing was stunned, and the movements in his hands followed, and he suddenly met the slightly cool and deep eyes of the woman in the painting, and at the same time, the dark red in the eyes gradually disappeared with this shout, as if he had just heard her calling for herself, the thin lips that were as red as blood pursed them, and the fingers were curled, covering the face of the painted woman little by little, and the eyes were slightly softer, and the fingertips moved gently along her cheeks.

In the middle of the night, the corners of Xiahou Mobing's mouth hooked a strange arc, the pitch-black heavy pupils flashed a trace of dark light, the sleeve robe was raised, and with a wave of his big hand, the scroll rolled along the Moyu desk, and it was instantly closed.

"Smack-"

Xiahou Mobing grabbed it in his hand, walked to the front of the bookshelf, and placed it in the innermost pavilion, on the edge of a very inconspicuous corner.

"Hmmm......"

Murong Xue on the couch muttered softly, and Xiahou Mobing, who was standing in front of the bookshelf, quickly withdrew his hand, a hint of haste flashed in his eyes, like a child who had done something wrong, at a loss.

After a while, Murong Xue on the bed did not move, she was sleeping sweetly at the moment, and Xiahou Mobing at this time didn't know what she thought, her frowning eyebrows relaxed, and she raised her feet and walked to the bed, her steps were very

"The prince is ......"

"I don't know, it's been like this since I came back from Yuzawa." Xingchen looked at his personable iceberg prince, but at this moment, his face became pale, and he looked at the direction of Yuze with a melancholy face.

It seems that the prince is really trapped this time.

Ay......

Two months ago, as soon as the prince of his own family heard about the wedding of the prince of Yuze, or should it be said that it was the wedding of Murong Xue, he immediately went to Yuze in disguise and witnessed the process of getting married.

Since the last hunt of the Three Kingdoms Friendship, the Prince of Yuze, also known as Xiahou Mobing, is like a different person, solving the spies of other countries who are eyeing Yuze, and sitting firmly in the position of the prince's East Palace, so that the outside world is even more afraid of this Prince Yuze.

The sixth prince of Yuze, that is, Xiahou Mobing, was favored by King Yuze when he was just born, but with the disappearance of his mother's concubine, that is, Concubine Tan, that kind of favor became King Yuze's resentment towards him, so since then, he has not been favored and has not been favored, but who knows that it has only been more than ten years, and he has been able to stay in such a cannibalistic palace in such a cannibalistic palace, and he can still sit down. But it was from the hands of Prince Yuze, and it is said that the Prince of Yuze, Xiahou Mobing, was extremely decisive in his methods, so to speak, vigorous and resolute, and his methods were clean and neat.

It is even rumored that Prince Yuze is peerless, and the regent Su is gradually leaving, who is not inferior to Liuli.

Now, it seems that the prince of their family has really met an opponent this time, that's right, the prince of Yuze is indeed a strong opponent.

Yuxiang Pavilion of the Prince's East Palace.

In a delicate attic, all kinds of medicinal fragrances are mixed and diffused, and several casseroles are steaming with the flames of teeth and claws below.

On a table covered with a thick fox fur, Murong Xue held a sharp dagger in her hand, propped her elbows on the table, and looked at the small thing in front of her with a smile in her eyes.

"Come here, ask for a little more, don't be so stingy......"

Murong Xue's tone, it was a soft one, but it sounded like she was abducting a child.

However, the tail of the little snake on the fox fur was wrapped in a heavy white cloth, and the whole small body shrunk into a ball, with dark eyes full of tears, and a pitiful appearance, anyone who saw it couldn't help but protect it, but now the little snake was staring at Murong Xue in front of him vigilantly with this kind of eyes, Murong Xue leaned forward a little, and it flashed back a little.

"Oh, why don't you give you an extra chicken later?"

"Or two?"

After two circles with grunting eyes, the little snake pitifully poked out its hidden tail, which could not escape horizontally and vertically, so it was better to be well-behaved, at least there was meat to eat.

Murong Xue raised her eyebrows and smiled, this is good, holding the little snake may have eaten too much chicken recently, looking at this tail it looks fat, the sharp knife slid down, and a drop of bright red blood dripped on the jade dish (to be continued. )