Qiao Yiqing stared at the silver gate in front of her, feeling the energy coming from the wriggling characters, and secretly frightened.

She did not hesitate to believe that as long as she took a step forward, she would be quantified into a pool of blood by the fluctuating force.

Looking at the door in front of her, Qiao Yiqing was at a loss and helpless.

Just when she was worried about how to get in, the blood gourd hanging around her neck moved.

Qiao Yiqing took it off and put it in the palm of her hand, only to see that it suddenly turned into a key and flew straight towards the round characters on the silver gate.

It spun around the characters, and then a boom was heard—

The silver gate suddenly opened, and a quaint aura mixed with cold ice rushed to the face.

Is that okay too?

Qiao Yiqing was stunned, caught the blood gourd that flew back, hung it back on his neck, and then walked towards the gate.

Cold! The wind is biting cold!

The cold wind was howling, and the white expanse in the cold palace was like an ice cellar.

The ice cubes are reflected in the ice cubes, revealing wisps of cold light, which makes people feel like they have been stabbed.

Qiao Yiqing walked forward cautiously, cautiously looking around, shivering by the cold wind.

The temperature decreased little by little, and Qiao Yiqing also felt that her body was gradually stiffening, her keen facial features were frozen a little sluggish, and her forward movements were also slowed down.

It's too cold in this place for a living creature to stay long. She knew that if she continued like this, not only would she not find any clues, but she would have to put her life into it.

At this time, she was getting deeper and deeper, and her body was getting weaker and weaker, and just when Qiao Yiqing was struggling with whether to continue to move forward, a scream came from the depths-

"Roar—roar—"

When Qiao Yiqing heard this, her heart trembled, and her face was shocked.

The voice was so familiar, so familiar that it was heart-wrenching!!

Qiao Yiqing hurriedly ran towards the depths, and the shocking scene made her stop.

In the white depths, surrounded by ice, a naked (harmonious) topless man knelt on the ground, his silver hair stained with blood was blown around by the cold wind, and his bloody hands were wrapped around by iron ropes to form a cross.

His fair skin was stained red with blood, and every inch of his skin was deeply bloodstained.

He raised his head and roared, each sound shaking the cold palace and trembling.

"Roar—"

I saw that in front of him, several lightning bolts struck out of thin air, slashing brightly on his body, bringing up a bloody path, none of which bloomed into shocking flesh, gushing out streams of blood, overflowing with blood stains all over the place.

"Ahh

His voice was hoarse, fluctuating with unbearable pain.

Then, in front of him, countless ice spikes flew in front of him, piercing through his body.

"Flutter-" With a bang, the blood gushed like a spring, like a bloody man.

His mouth was open, and every cry was heartbreaking.

Qiao Yiqing covered her mouth, controlled the sound that was about to come out of her throat, her whole body twitched, and a suppressed and painful sigh seemed to be pulled out of the depths of her soul with difficulty, scattered in the cold palace.

What exactly did he go through?

Is this what he calls a minor injury? The so-called battle?

Tears rolled down her cheeks, wetting her colic.

Qiao Yiqing couldn't stand it, and immediately raised her steps to rush up to resist everything for him, let her suffer these hardships and these sins!

However, at this time, a big hand reached behind him and grabbed Qiao Yiqing's arm.

"Don't go, you'll distract him and go mad." A cold voice suddenly rose behind him.

Qiao Yiqing instinctively turned around and raised her arm to make a vertical split.

The man flicked his sleeves and lightly defused Qiao Yiqing's seemingly strong attack.

Qiao Yiqing was shocked and turned to look at him, her eyes dyed with a bit of amazement.

The man in front of him, dressed in white, had an indifferent look that could not see joy, anger and sorrow, and his deep eyes were a little sad.

Qiao Yiqing has never seen a man as beautiful as ice and snow.

He is like a snow-lotus standing proudly on a snow-capped mountain, white and crystalline, noble and elegant.

"He's not going to die, so you'd better leave early while no one finds out." The man in white spoke to Qiao Yiqing, but his eyes looked at Xuan Mingche through her.

Qiao Yiqing endured her doubts and shook her head resolutely: "No, I won't leave, I have to suffer for him, I can't watch him stay here alone!" ”

When the man in white heard this, his eyes sharpened, he reached out and grabbed Qiao Yiqing's neck, and warned ruthlessly: "If you stay here, it will only make him go crazy, if he has the slightest mistake, I will definitely kill you!" ”

Qiao Yiqing met his eyes without fear, and raised her eyebrows and questioned: "Who are you?" ”

"Don't try to push the limits of my patience, he wouldn't have been if it weren't for you. Get out of the cold palace immediately, don't let me see you again!" The man's handsome face was tinged with anger, and he let go of his hand and pushed her far away.

Qiao Yiqing heard the important information, pulled his sleeve, and asked anxiously, "What did you say?" What does it mean for me? ”

The man's cold and hard face was full of gloom, and he pulled back his sleeve in disgust, and reprimanded: "Get out!" Don't want to get half a sentence out of my mouth! ”

Qiao Yiqing was warned by him like this, her body stagnated, stiffened for a long time, and her emotions gradually precipitated, and then she regained some reason.

Then he glanced at Xuan Mingche and said calmly: "I will come to see him every day." ”

When the words fell, she turned and left—

One day, she will definitely know the truth!

The man was stunned by Qiao Yiqing's attitude, and his eyes followed her back far away.

What kind of person is this woman who is loved to the bone marrow by Xuan Mingche?

I don't know if something unknown has begun to take root—

Qiao Yiqing dragged her tired body and returned to Xuan Mingche's mansion.

Under the service of the palace maid, he lay down in bed early.

She looked up at the top of the bed, a tragic scene swirling in her mind, and tears quietly slipped down her eyes—

She didn't know how much Lu Dao Xuan Mingche had borne for her, and she didn't know what Lu Dao he was hiding.

She didn't bother him, she didn't want him to know about her worries, she didn't want him to make the slightest mistake.

In order to preserve his heart and dignity, Qiao Yiqing could only pretend that he didn't know anything.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside.

"Where's Madame?"

"Back to the world, Madame is already bed."

"Oh? Then go down first—" There was a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Yes, slave and maid retired—"

There was another sound of footsteps, and it gradually walked away.

Qiao Yiqing hurriedly wiped away her tears, closed her eyes, and waited quietly for his arrival.

The door was gently pushed open, and he was heard to come to the edge of her bed lightly, tucked open the corners of the quilt, got into the bed, and wrapped his arms around her, and embraced her into his arms.

He looked at Qiao Yiqing, who was sleeping peacefully, and couldn't help but kiss her on the forehead, releasing a happy soft light and pampering in his eyes.

Qiao Yiqing endured the pain in her heart, wrapped her hands around his body, and asked in a low voice, "Why did you come back so late?" ”

The author has a broken thought: Mushroom Liang wrote a chapter before, but it was deleted by mistake, so it was sent late, and the third estimate will be later, what?