Really, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

Not to mention how strong the chief of the Three Halls of the Flood Desolation is, even if it is the little prince of the Qingfeng Dynasty who became famous at a young age, she will not be an opponent.

The young man slaughtered the three hundred silver sky swallowing snow leopards in the extremely cold land in one day, and wore the six hundred intact crystal leopard eyes into six hundred bracelets, and dedicated them to the king of wild songs who had always ruled the extremely cold land.

The King of Wild Songs bowed down on the spot and bluntly said that he was not king.

The little prince was in the extremely cold land for a day, and there was only the Lord of Wild Song in the extremely cold land.

At a young age, a ruthless and ruthless king who dominates this place can bow down and call himself a minister, and the world is shocked.

Since then, his reputation has become famous, and no one in the world knows the prestige of the little prince of the Qingfeng Dynasty!

"Qingfeng Dynasty, Qinghuan."

The purple thin lips faintly highlighted a few cold introductions, and the vulture's gaze was ridiculously blocked by the eldest lady of the Yun family, and it fell lightly and extremely carefully on Yun Ling's uncovered black hair.

"I don't know what happened to the prince?"

Yun Yu pressed her sister's head again uneasily, narrowed her eyes arrogantly, and asked coldly.

Qing Huan pulled back his gaze little by little, and his thin, beautifully shaped lips pursed up, which was particularly cold.

The sight was like a long knife soaked in blood, and the gloomy and powerful lady of the Yun family scraped like fish on a chopping board.

。。。。。。。

Mo Zishu noticed that the body close at hand in front of her trembled slightly, and then endless fear rushed into the soft body, like a hungry parasite, eating away at the host's mind and life.

Tut.

This is the apprentice she just accepted.

It's not easy to use the exercises she created to show off on the street.

How can you be looked at by people like this.

Mo Zishu undoubtedly pulled Yun Yu behind her, lowered her eyebrows, and said coldly: "Long time no see, little prince."

The girl seemed to be smiling, and the atmosphere that was about to condense into ice was reversed again, and in an instant, all kinds of smoke disappeared, and the bewitching peach blossoms seemed to fall silently into the corners of her eyes, and the slight crimson color could not suppress the flying crimson.

Just like in the sea of blood back then, he casually carried the wine jar, took a sip, and asked casually.

"Hey. Do you know why it's so cold here? “

He stood with his hands in his hands, his clothes fluttering, and he had no interest in the red dust, and replied very coldly.

"I don't know."

In an instant, the red-clothed god of war looked back lazily and smiled, and the heavens and the earth lost their color, scorched by the scorching flame.

"I don't know!"

The blazing fire bullied the corners of his eyes with an already evil aura, like the flames of hell's fall, pulling him down to the mortal dust that could not be reborn forever.

It was also in the thrilling battle that those determined eyes, in the midst of all the cooks, tore open his cold and stubborn heart.

Only that thrilling red vibrated his frozen heartstrings from time to time. With the wanton smile on the corner of her mouth, that extremely cold place became his favorite place in his life.

The corners of Qing Huan's mouth pulled out the arc of a smile with difficulty, trying to give the person on the tip of his heart a smile that he had reunited after a long absence.

Long time no see.

I miss you so much.

I miss you so much.

He had been staring intently at the flamboyant, domineering red, and his black eyes were almost burned to ashes.

The pain spreading from the heart instantly reached the whole body, the teeth were bitten "creak", the muscles of the whole body twitched slightly, and the smooth forehead also burst out with hideous and terrible green tendons.