In the realm of the gods, in the mist of the clouds, a golden temple loomed.

A tall man stood in front of the temple, looking at the closed door with a distant and deep gaze, as if waiting for the owner of this temple.

Suddenly, a woman in a snowsuit flew over.

The dress on her body is like layers of clouds of smoke, ethereal and dreamy, and it is so exquisite that it is breathtaking.

Looking closely at the woman's appearance, it is even more beautiful and refined, and she is stunning and beautiful.

It's just that she has a cold temperament, and at first glance, she gives people a sense of unattainable, which makes people dare not blaspheme.

She landed beside the man in a graceful posture, and with a wave of her wide sleeved robe, the clouds around her instantly came to life.

However, when she opened her mouth, the words she uttered were extremely harsh: "What are you doing here? After so many years, can't you still forget her?"

The man turned his head, and his handsome face was exactly the same as Xiao Qi.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the beautiful woman coldly: "What nonsense are you talking about? Why am I standing here, don't you understand?"

The woman pursed her lips, glanced at him fixedly, and suddenly became excited: "Mingxi, how long are you going to deceive me?"

You call her sister, but in fact, you don't think she's a sister in your heart, you always like her!"

Mingxi's face turned gloomy: "She is just my sister who once helped me in my heart."

Ever since Zhen Zhen was killed by her, I have completely recognized her selfish, cold, and vicious personality.

Like her? Oh, how could it be. I don't want to die yet. ”

"Then why don't you accept me?" the woman suddenly became more agitated, "Why didn't you kill her when you knew that she had been reborn in the Nether?"

Mingxi sneered: "Even if I don't like her, why should I accept you? Could it be that there are only you two women in the world?"

The woman immediately asked, "Then who do you like?" Could it be that Dryad Vera?"

"Xue Qinghuan, put your mouth clean!" Mingxi suddenly grabbed the hem of her clothes and lifted her up, "Zhen Zhen is the Qiankun Divine Tree Tree Spirit born in the chaos when the heavens and the earth first opened, her identity does not know how many times more noble than you, you are just a little Snow Spirit, what qualifications do you have to say that Zhen Zhen is a tree demon?"

Xue Qinghuan's face changed greatly, and she struggled in panic: "Mingxi, you let go of me!" Have you forgotten who has been helping you all these years?"

What if Zhen Zhen is the tree spirit of the Qiankun Divine Tree? What if she is nobler than me? In the end, she is not dead? Her soul is scattered and ashes, and there is not even a trace of true spirit left.

Don't forget, the people who have been with you all these years have always been me! Why, you always think about them? What is better about them than me?"

Mingxi threw her away in disgust: "Don't be so ambiguous, there has never been anything between me and you." ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly sneered: "As for you saying help me, don't be joking." Don't you know exactly who you're helping?"

His face was gloomy, and his expression became more and more disdainful: "Just because you are a little snow spirit, you actually want to become the master of the divine realm, and you don't look in the mirror, are you worthy?"

"Mingxi, you've completely angered me!" Xue Qinghuan said, suddenly reaching out and grabbing Mingxi's wrist.

In an instant, a thick layer of frost formed on Mingxi's wrist, and it continued to spread towards his arms and body.