The Stygian Qi in the Ice Cube is seven points similar to Hades, and it is nine points similar to Feng Qiao.

After hundreds of years of snow and ice, the face is still as bright as life, as if you can wake up when you open your eyes.

He slept in the ice, his brow pale as snow, without a trace of pain. Long eyelashes are curled, eyebrows and eyes are handsome, skin is white like snow, eyes are half-closed, long eyebrows are like swords, nose is like hanging gall, beautiful facial features are like knife carvings, thin lips are slightly raised in sleep, raising a lazy smile. He wears a simple but beautiful long-life lock around his neck, and it can be seen that he is a child who grew up in the palm of his hand before he fell asleep.

The black hair is scattered all over the body like a waterfall, and the whole person is slightly thin because of being in the ice for a long time, and his skin is slightly sickly pale.

The long figure is like a pine and cypress growing in the forest, and the gorgeous black mandala flower robe on his body spreads to the soles of his feet like a complicated tide, covering his feet, but the black robe can't cover the blood that oozes from it, and a large area of blood wets the mandala robe, and red blood flowers come out on the ice, and even the ice can't stop the blood from flowing out. I don't know how badly injured the body under the robe was, but I could tell how much pain he was suffering from the cyan veined hands that crossed his chest.

The black and red robe is wrapped around the long body, and the flowing lines outline the superb posture here. The dappled sunlight was like a golden veil around him, and his whole body exuded a faint dazzling brilliance. It also shines the red blood more vividly.

I have to say that this is a very beautiful teenager, you can imagine what a beautiful scene it would be if he grew up like an ordinary child, the breeze blows, the apricot blossom embankment, and the teenager stands in the wind.

His eyes were half-closed, as if he was about to wake up in the next second, and the exposed half-round golden pupils looked down at his feet, his expression was as cold as glass, and he stared at the ice crystals on the soles of his feet. The glaring light reflected by the glacier did not have a touch of golden brightness under his eyes. His eyes seemed to absorb the sun's rays, shining brighter than the sun.

The golden glow of the sun sprinkled directly on him without any shielding, and if it was someone else who had been exposed to direct sunlight for so many years, he would have to turn into a dried corpse even in the ice.

The dazzling golden sunlight and the boy in the pool of dead souls are two extremes, one light and one dark, but the boy blends the light into his eyes very well, and the darkness fills his whole body, he is the son of light and the son of darkness.

A young man always feels old-fashioned when he wears black and red, but this one feels perfect for him, as if this dress is tailor-made for him, which sets off his full of luxury. One more point is fat, and one point less is small. Under the noble temperament of the whole body, that eyebrow still amazed all beings. The eyebrows are raised obliquely, and a stroke flies out like a shocking stroke, like a beautiful picture of a stranger like jade. The black robe was scattered like a dark cloud in the ice, and he leaned back against the bottom of the pool, his sleeping posture looked defenseless, and there was a smile in the corner of his slanted flying eyes. He is lying in the pool so leisurely, no matter from which angle, he is a handsome and extraordinary, abundant and turbid son, who will not be affected by the surrounding environment at all.

Ming Qi and Feng Qiao are extremely similar, but people can see the difference between them at a glance. Compared with Feng Qiao's arrogant expression on weekdays, there is a different kind of light emitted from the frozen Dark Qi, as if the perennial ink under his eyes turned into a pool of golden mist in the sun, flashing with starlight-like brilliance.

If Feng Qiao is a scorching and gorgeous begonia, then this dark Qi lying in the ice is a gardenia blooming in the breeze, exuding a pure and clear atmosphere.

The piranha was frightened by the visitors, and the iron ropes on the ice cubes clanged, and the rough sound was transmitted to Feng Qiao's ears through the pool water filter, like an ice blade scraping on human bones, and the cool air that penetrated extended to the bottom of his heart.

He could even feel the pain of the ice cubes, the muscles and veins all over his body were damaged, the blood from the wounds was spurting, and the placket of his clothes was dyed red. can only stay in the icy pool for decades and hundreds of years to look up at the sky, that is a kind of waiting for life and death......

"This ice turned out to be huge, the size of a small mountain, just to seal your blood and prevent the wound from continuing to fester. There was no such pool of water here, and the pool water was made of ice, and the less ice there was, the more dangerous it was for you. Hundreds of years have passed, and if you come a little later, we can't believe what will happen. The worst way is to let the piranha swallow your ** separately into your stomach, and then put ......it together little by little when you come," Fuzi said, her eyes full of distress.

That method is too painful and risky, first divide the body, and then sew it up with a needle, where is the sin that a child deserves.

The current ice cube is only the size of Ming Qi's body, like a coffin, it can only lie flat, and it is impossible to stretch out their hands and feet, until the end, they will not use that method.

"How could he be hurt like this...... Who injured him......" Feng Qiao asked.

The ice cube slowly floated with the dark qi, and the golden sunlight sprinkled on him. Feng Qiao stood at the edge of the pool, looking at the ice cubes floating in the center of the Dead Soul Pool, and stepped on it like that. The ice was slippery, but he was very determined to walk towards the center of the pool. When he arrived at the heart of the pool, Feng Qiao stopped, his beautiful eyes stared at the ice, he squatted down beside Ming Qi, stretched out his hand and touched Ming Qi's chest through the ice, and felt a touch of coldness.

The moment the hand touched the chest, a large number of pre-death sensory memories instantly flooded into my mind, pain, panic, and despair...... The memory of that moment almost crushed Feng Qiao.

"He really doesn't have the heart to ......" Feng Qiao whispered, he looked at his sleeping face, breathing lightly, as if he was afraid of waking him up, and seemed to want to engrave his embarrassed appearance into the depths of his eyes, and when he found someone who harmed him like this, he would be cut by a thousand knives.

"Who is it, who has ripped out his heart!"

Feng Qiao is already very sure that he has no heart, and the tenacious life in the ice cube only has one soul, and he doesn't even have the heart necessary to maintain **.

The person who cut his heart wants him to not even have a chance to be resurrected!

The graceful figure on the edge of the pool slowly walked over, squatting down next to Feng Qiao, and also staring at the face under the ice pool.

Hades did not come over, but stood by the pool and said, "I can tell you who that man is, but you can't find him right now to get his heart back." I hate him more than you do, but we'll have to endure it. ”

"Who is it?"

"One of the Divine Realm Monarchs, the Bihuang Emperor."

"Okay."

Feng Qiao stretched out his arms and lay on the ice, he pressed his face against the ice, as if he was hugging himself who had endured pain for many years.

"I want to know what happened back then, why Emperor Bihuang killed me, and why I went to the world." Feng Qiao calmed down and asked.

Hades said: "Go and see for yourself, this body preserves all the memories of your life, you may not believe what I said, you go to the body to see it yourself, that is the most true." ”

"Bang bang bang!"

Three of the four thick chains broke in an instant, leaving only one locked to Mingqi's left foot.

"Up!" With an order, the ice cube carrying Hades broke through the ice and lay straight in front of Feng Qiao.

After a few clicks, the last piece of ice that protected him also shattered, and Feng Qiao was really able to make contact with his body.

"This chain is used to lock the soul, just in case the soul can't melt in, it can temporarily lock your **." Hades said.

Feng Qiao only felt that someone behind him pushed him, and Ming Qi's face was infinitely magnified, and when he opened his eyes again, it was the dazzling sunlight and icebergs, and memories came to his mind like a spring.

It was very uncomfortable, I had a fever again, and I lay in bed waiting for my father and mother to come back from looking for medicine. The two fleshy hands were clenched into fists, the back of the hand was pale and transparent like an ice sculpture, and even the cyan blood vessels under the skin could be seen, and he curled up like a shrimp, and Aunt Zi was carefully taking care of him by the side.

Because he was holding a small vine in the palm of his hand, which belonged to Aunt Zi.

"Black woman, someone called you!" Someone shouted outside.

Mingqi was awakened by the shouting, opened her big golden eyes in a daze, and closed them in a daze.

Fuzi touched Mingqi's forehead, not worrying that he was here alone, so she stood two steps to the door and whispered, "Who, who is looking for me?" ”

The guard whispered a few words to Fuzi.

Ming Qi heard her come back and tuck the quilt for herself, touched the temperature of his cheeks, and then whispered: "Xiao Qi, Aunt Zi went out to meet someone, and she will come back immediately, Xiao Teng is in your hands, just pull him if there is anything." ”

Ming Qi was so sleepy that he didn't even have the strength to nod his head, and fainted directly after he walked away.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw that my father was back. It was the young Hades, the corners of his eyes were not wrinkled, and between his eyebrows was also the spirit of a young man.

"Daddy" has been sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand against his back, warm and comfortable, so that he can't help but want to stretch his waist and open his fingers to move.

The person sitting on the edge of the bed saw that Xiao Mingqi, who was in a deep coma, woke up, and looked at him with beautiful big eyes with watery color, and the hand behind Mingqi suddenly froze.

Shen Qi looked at it for a long time, closed his eyes, then opened them again, stared at "Daddy" again, and grinned.

"Daddy, you're back, Xiao Qi wants to hug." Shen Qi stretched out her two fleshy little arms to hug her, still clutching the small vine in her hands.

"Daddy" glanced at the vines, and then a fatherly smile. "Xiao Qi, Daddy is back, and he won't feel bad soon, come, Daddy hug."

Ming Qi looked very weak, his eyelashes trembled, and he seemed to close his eyes again at any time, but he tried hard to open them, and only closed his sour eyes when he was hugged by his father.

The person next to the bed patted Ming Qi's back, and his technique was quite gentle and skillful, much gentler than his father in the past.

Mingqi felt very comfortable, groggy and about to fall asleep again, and a moment before falling into the dream, he thought that his mother had not yet come.

Ying Qi struggled to open her eyes and raised her head to look at "Daddy".

"Daddy" was inexplicably disappointed by this little thing, and asked, "Xiao Qi, what are you looking at?" ”

Ming Qi arched into the arms of "Daddy", grinned, and asked in a milky voice: "Daddy, where is my mother?" I miss kissing my mother. ”

"Daddy" replied: "My mother is boiling medicine for Xiao Qi, and it will get better soon, Xiao Qi will sleep for a while, and when she opens her eyes, she can see her mother." It's not tiring to grab the vines, Daddy is here, don't worry, put the vines down. ”

Stygian sensed something was wrong.

"But...... But Daddy has never let his mother get tired, why did he let his mother boil medicine for Xiao Qi, didn't Dad tell Xiao Qi that he wanted to protect his mother and couldn't let his mother suffer a little bit of tiredness? ”

"Daddy" was stopped by Mingqi's words, how could he have thought that Mingchen loved Jin Yan so much.

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