The pale pink curtains around the white jade warm bed were put down at some point, and in the warm pool not far away, the bronze dragon was slowly spitting out a thin stream of water in its mouth, and in the lotus jar next to it, a budding red lotus stood tremblingly on the lotus leaves.

It may be that the tent is put down, a little stuffy, Jun Xi feels that he is out of breath and sweats a lot. The culprit who made her uncomfortable leaned down to kiss her again, gasping for breath as if it was worse than hers.

Something that had scared her all along.

There was confusion and panic in her eyes, and she unconsciously shouted: "Junchen......"

"If it hurts, it bites me." He kissed her.

As the pain hit him, she whimpered and bit him on the shoulder.

"Junchen, I hurt ......" she couldn't cry.

The red candles outside the curtain are swaying, quietly shining on the clothes scattered all over the place, in the huge underground palace, the quiet sound of flowing water in the warm pool is very clear, mixed with fine whimpering, and the red lotus in the water tank trembles and blooms its petals......

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Suddenly, a wind blew through the curtain, and a pair of narrow and sharp cold phoenix eyes broke away, and there was no one in his arms!

The wedding dress he had changed for her had been folded and placed at the bedside, but the chest-length dress she had worn yesterday was gone.

The thin lips were pursed all of a sudden.

He haphazardly put on his clothes and left the dungeon.

When the stone door of the ice cave opened, small cries reached his eardrums.

On top of the icicles, the layers of iron cables that had been wound for an unknown number of times had frozen, and the man was covered with frost armor, like a statue.

His man sat on his knees, his flaming skirt swaying like a field of blood, his swollen eyes still looking at the living dead who had lost all his senses.

Her green and white hands, holding the man's cold and white hands, seemed not to be afraid of his sharp nails that were more than three inches long, and only called over and over again: "Father, Father, Father, Father......"

It's like a child, that majestic man, faded from the bloody light on the battlefield, holding her hand and walking on the bustling streets.

She shook the arm of the living dead gently, not understanding why her father didn't want her, and he didn't hug her like he did when he was a child, and the tears the size of beans, one after the other, smashed on the frozen ground.

There was a pain in his heart, he couldn't see her crying!

Walking over and hugging the frozen body, he said, "Don't cry. ”

She turned her head to look at him, looking a little sad and a little dazed, as if all her strength had been shattered, back to when she was four years old, when her father and king died, helpless and helpless.

Maybe she had cried like this many nights over the years, but he didn't see it......

He didn't damn see it!

Every inch of her arms was strained, as if to embed her in her chest, flesh and blood, so that she would no longer be alone to face all her fears and sorrows.

"Junxi, you still have me!" It's like he said twelve years ago, 'You only have me.'"

The difference is that twelve years ago she pushed him away and stubbornly wanted to find her father and princess, and this time, she fell into his arms and wept bitterly.

She hugged him so tightly, as if he had really become her only support.

He felt sorry for her, but there was a fierce beast in his heart that grew up nourished by her tears.

He wants her to have nothing! Nothing! I can only rely on him completely, and if I leave him one day, I will lose half my life!

The thought was only a passing thought, and he closed his eyes, hiding the cruelty in them, and gently stroked her hair.

"It's cold on the ground." He picked her up and wrapped her in his own clothes.

She shook her head, still in tears, "I want to accompany my father Wang more......"

His thin lips pursed again, but his voice was still gentle: "It's not good for my father to open the ice cellar for too long. ”

She looked up at him, her eyes clear, and he didn't know if she had calmed down, or if she was still basking in the sudden great sadness.

The blood relatives who thought they had settled in the ground have become this non-human and non-ghost appearance, and I am afraid that no one will be able to accept it for a while.

She asked, "Why is Father here?" Why is it like this? ”

He didn't like to see her eyes wary of herself, so the small kiss fell on her eyes, forcing her to close her eyes, and he hugged her and walked out: "If the cold is not enough, the corpse spots on my father's body will spread, and I will tell you slowly when I go out." ”

When the stone door slowly closed, Jun Xi was still looking back, and the living dead's rolling eyes also happened to be facing her, so that Jun Xi's father who had the illusion was looking at him.

She said, "Father, I'll come to see you another day!" ”

The stone door behind him has been completely closed,

Junchen paused and left without stopping.

"Father was sent back in a coffin five years ago......" His clear voice sounded in the underground palace, with an inexplicable coolness.

When he came back from the court that day, he heard Jian Yi say that someone gave him a big gift, and that big gift was a stone coffin.

There was a low roar in the coffin, as if it was loaded with some beast, and the struggle inside made the sarcophagus wrapped in iron cables constantly vibrate, and the guards of the palace surrounded the sarcophagus with guns as if they were facing a great enemy.

The noon sun was very strong, and the moment the lid of the sarcophagus was opened, Jun Chen, who had never been afraid of ghosts and gods, almost couldn't hold the long sword in his hand at that moment.

The man who was written into history and became a legend became a monster who was half human and half ghost!

The king of Zhenbei is a teacher and a father to him, but now he has become a murderous corpse!

The corpse jumped out of the sarcophagus and roared lowly, and the guards tried to retreat, but under his long, sharp black nails, they turned into flesh.

Looking at the murderous corpse's face, which had no white eyes, but was familiar, the long sword in Jun Chen's hand could not be unsheathed.

He called to his father, the king, and he could not hear, but for the fluctuations of the air currents for the living things, and then tore them apart.

For a moment, Junchen also thought that he would die at the hands of the murderer, he was his father, and he couldn't fight back......

When the long pointed nails were about to touch him, a girl's delicate voice sounded outside the courtyard: "Where did Junchen's guy go?" What about the kite he bought me? ”

As if frightened, the murderous corpse retreated again and again, and finally hid in the house.

Jun Chen followed the murderous corpse all the way to find the underground palace.

He saw the corpse itself open the door to the ice cave and roared low at him.

He understood the meaning of the murderous corpse and tied it firmly with iron chains.

With a roar, he took out a few bloody spikes from his armor and drove them into the instep of his foot and into the ice.

Another roar, pain.

After doing all this, the murderous corpse leaned against the icicle and did not move.

Junchen that year was eighteen years old.

His eyes were blood-red, and he kowtowed three times in front of the murderous corpse, out of guilt.

is a son of man, but he failed to fulfill his filial piety.

He didn't know who the person in the shadows was, for so many years, he thought that the king of Zhenbei had already been buried in the ground, but the other party used this way to humiliate him!

There was something more important in his heart! He must be in absolute power to keep his treasures!

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Jun Chen put the person back on the white jade warm bed and gently knocked it in his arms, "I sent someone to check the secret book on Gu poison in Southern Xinjiang, and I learned that Southern Xinjiang is good at refining corpses, but there is a distinction between refining corpses with living people and refining corpses with death. But so far, there has not been a single murderous corpse that has been successfully refined from a living person......"

"The Father......

"I heard the people who came back from the battlefield mention those murderous corpses, they are all unconscious, my father seems to have some consciousness, I sent someone to southern Xinjiang to find a way to solve the Gu, as long as the corpse spots on my father's body do not spread, I can always wait for the day when the Gu is solved." A gentle kiss landed on her forehead.

She touched his hair and suddenly said, "If only the mother was still here." ”

The mother concubine followed her father, but when she arrived in Huangquan, what should she do if she couldn't find her father?

Jun Chen grabbed it hard, his chin was against the top of her head, his voice was faint, but it was indescribable persistence: "Jun Xi, so don't do anything stupid, I won't leave you alone, even if I die, I will take you with me!" ”

The heart was hit by something, and there was so much confusion and uncertainty before, but at this time, it was gone, and she hugged him hard, "Okay, even if you go to hell, I will accompany you." ”

When he was reborn, the Bodhisattva said that let him save the killing of Junchen I, and if he couldn't do it, he would go to hell with him......

Jun Xi raised his head and smiled, go to hell and go to hell.

She wanted to make him a Buddha, but because of him, she fell into a demon.

He half-propped up, looked at her deeply, and kissed her with a hint of despair......

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Palace

In the dark night, the cold wind struck, rolling with the pale of the stars, and as far as the eye could see, the whole palace was white, and the snow pressed on the branches of the plum trees.

In the long pavilion, the man held the guqin, the white clothes could not hide the thin body, a pair of bony hands gently plucked on the strings, the fingertips were as white as jade, as if transparent, in the ethereal sound of the qin, could not hide the sadness of the next world......

Flying snow fell between the man's hair, and the corners of his pale lips curled up, but they were bitter.

The palace lamp was exhausted, and only a faint pale orange light was shining, which became the last bright color in this cold night when the north wind was howling.

The orange glow reflected on his face, but it didn't add a little warmth to his face.

The silver moon fell into the sky, the air was cold to the bone, and it seemed to be able to grab a wisp of blue with his hand.

The bottom of his shallow eyes is the moonlight and the snow in the ground, as if in an instant, it is the sea, it is the mulberry field, he pressed the position of the atrium, and let the pain follow the meridians and drill into the bones and blood.

"The threshold chrysanthemum is sorrowful, the smoke and orchid are crying, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows are flying away. Mingyue does not know how to leave hatred and bitterness, and the oblique light penetrates Zhu Hu. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world. If you want to send colored notes and rulers, the mountains and rivers know where to go......" he read in a low voice, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and the guqin in front of him was also dyed red.

A sigh: "You may have forgotten, but I remembered, Xi'er......"

Behind him, the girl's exclamation: "Brother! ”