Youhua, who returned to the conference room, had a heavy metal box in her hand, she put the box on the conference table, then looked at Yinchen, and said, "I need your help." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"What's wrong?" Yinchen didn't quite understand.

The Heavenly Bouquet opened the box, and inside was a parchment dossier sealed with fire paint.

"This is the past few years, our family has compiled an annual report on Rennes City every year, which covers the summary of Rennes's urban development, commerce, agriculture, population and other aspects every year, and the dossier will be sent to the imperial capital for the Ice Emperor to consult, and after the Ice Emperor consults and annotates, he will seal his special fire paint seal, and then return, and we will be responsible for keeping the collection so that we can consult it when needed, but if it is not needed, it will not be opened casually. There are several volumes inside that have been opened for special reasons, and the fire paint has been destroyed, but there are still three volumes left, and the fire paint seal is still intact. Tianbou Youhua carefully took out the three parchment rolls and placed them on the conference table, "Silver Dust, I need you to remove the fire paint seal from the seal completely after it is frozen. ”

"What is it for?" Qi Ling, who was eating apples, didn't understand very well, but he looked at the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring and Silver Dust next to him, who seemed to be nodding frequently, and felt as if he didn't know it alone.

"I'm going to use the Ice Emperor's special fire paint seal to reseal the parchment scroll that I opened intact, and then put the Blood Dove back. If the other blood doves sent to the various princes' apostles returned to the imperial capital, but the one sent to the Rennes County Palace's palace had not flown back, it would definitely arouse suspicion. Tianshu Youhua looked at Qi Ling, who seemed to be gradually understanding, and said angrily, "Sending back the parchment rolls they sent in good condition will make them more sure that the county king's mansion has been emptied, and no one has received letters." ”

"But if you're afraid of being discovered by the people in the imperial capital, you shouldn't have opened that letter at all. Kirin shrugged his shoulders and said a little grumblingly.

Tianshu Youhua's face became a little red, her voice sounded unnatural, she said to Qi Ling embarrassedly and angrily: "I'm used to receiving letters when I see a blood dove, I have been a noble county lord since I was a child, how could I have thought that one day I would become a fugitive who hides in Tibet with you and can't see anyone!"

"Give me the fire paint seal, I'll try it, there's no guarantee that I'll be able to remove it intact. I try my best. Silver Dust took the first volume of the dossier handed over by the Heavenly Bouquet Youhua, "There are three volumes, right? So I have three chances?"

Silver Dust raised his hand, his fingertips gently resting on the red wax surface of the Fire Paint Seal.

"Why do you want Silver Dust to get it?" Qi Ling looked at the cold air slowly seeping out from Silver Dust's fingertips, the fire paint seal gradually hardened under the action of low temperature, he couldn't help but turn his head and whispered to Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring, "Won't you and Youhua know?"

"Fire paint is actually a kind of adhesive, which contains tar, cinnabar, insect paint and other ingredients, and the fire paint special for the Ice Emperor is mixed with a lot of complex ore powder and essential oils extracted from plants, which is very viscous, unless it is destroyed, it will never peel off from the seal, and because of its complexity, it is extremely difficult to copy, once damaged, it is difficult to recover. And if you don't destroy the fire paint and remove it completely from the seal, you can only rely on precise soul power control to reduce the temperature little by little, so that the fire paint freezes, and then peels off completely. This temperature is very difficult to handle, too high the fire paint will melt, the normal range fire paint is very strong and will not peel off, too low the temperature, the fire paint seal will shatter......"

"The Ice Emperor is also quite fine......" Qi Ling sighed, and was about to continue complaining, when he suddenly heard the sound of fire paint shattering.

"Give me another roll. Yinchen wiped the sweat from his palms and frowned, "This temperature ...... Not easy to control. There are so many things added to the fire paint, and the freezing temperature of each substance is not very different, I will try again......"

Heavenly Bouquet Youhua handed the second parchment dossier to Silver Dust.

"Then why can't you, aren't you the Lord of the Fifth Degree?Isn't your soul power stronger than Silver Dust?" Qi Ling looked at Lianquan, a little puzzled.

"This has nothing to do with the strength of the soul power, the way Silver Dust uses the soul power is more delicate than mine. Lianquan replied to Qi Ling.

"Oh, I see, it's a technical job. Qi Ling nodded, "Just like those embroidery aunts in our town, I can carry water and chop wood, but I can't embroider flowers and plants, I tried it once, and I barely embroidered a ......."

"What......" Lianquan couldn't help but be a little curious.

"I embroidered a stone. ”

“......”

The second fire paint seal was still shattered.

Qi Ling, who was still arguing with Lianquan just now, was also faintly nervous.

Fortunately, the third Fire Paint Seal was successfully frozen by the silver dust and gently peeled off the dossier seal.

"Alright. Silver Dust breathed a sigh of relief, he held the frozen fire paint in his palm and handed it to the Heavenly Bouquet of Youhua.

"I can't see that you're doing a lot of work, little silver. Qi Zero ran behind Silver Dust and gave him a soft shoulder.

"You go away for me......" Silver Dust took a deep breath and didn't put ice in his mouth.

Tianshu Youhua carefully placed the fire paint on the parchment that had been opened, and then took a silver table knife that had been roasted red by the candle flame, and carefully approached the fire paint, allowing the fire paint to melt slowly at the seal.

It is not easy to remove the fire paint, and it is not very simple to melt it back untouched.

After a long time, she finally sealed the parchment scroll that said that the Ice Emperor had disappeared, Youhua breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "I'll go and tie it back to the leg of the blood dove, and then let it fly back." ”

With that, she turned and walked towards the door of the conference room.

"Wait a minute. Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring suddenly stopped her.

"What's wrong?" asked Celestial Bouquet Youhua as she turned around.

"I want to see that parchment roll in your hand. Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring's eyes flickered, and her voice was a little sharp, like a dagger blown by a cold wind.

"Haven't you read all the contents inside, it's that the Ice Emperor is missing, and he wants to summon us back. Tianshu Youhua looked at Lotus Spring, her eyes were a little evasive, "If you don't remember anything, ask me, I remember." ”

"I want to see ......," Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring said word by word, "that parchment roll in your hand." ”

Tianshu Youhua stood in place, a little stiff, she was silent for a while, then slowly walked over and handed the sealed parchment dossier to the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring. Her face was a little pale, or to be precise, a little angry.

"I want to take it apart and take it apart. Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring turned his head to look at Yinchen, a little hesitant.

Yinchen looked at the Heavenly Bouquet of Youhua, and then looked at the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring, and he understood the meaning of the Lotus Spring. However, he was not very willing to think so. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head and said to Lianquan, "I'm not very sure that I will be able to freeze and peel off the Fire Paint Emblem once more completely...... Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I know what you're thinking. Tianshu Youhua sneered, "Do you think that I stole the contents of the parchment scroll, or that I wrote some secrets in it that I want to send back to the imperial capital? You don't have to think so dirty, if I want to betray you, I don't need to go to such a big effort, I just need to run to Rennes City and shout casually, and you will be hunted down all over the world immediately." And don't forget, if it weren't for Kirin, I wouldn't have followed you to save Gilgamesh, and I wouldn't have been guilty of taking this risk with you. ”

"I'm grateful for your willingness to accompany us to the rescue. Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring's voice softened slightly, but it was still cold, "However, whether there is your selfishness in this, you yourself know very well." And there is no need to say it so high-soundingly, so that Qi Ling feels that he owes you a big favor, he is simple and kind, and he won't think much about it, but you yourself understand that if you don't follow us, you will have been captured by the Netherworld and returned to the imperial capital. Do you think you're going to have a good life with the Netherworld?"

"Youhua, you go and send the blood dove back first. Silver Dust stood up and said softly.

Ghost Mountain Lianquan looked at Yinchen, didn't insist any longer, and handed over the parchment scroll.

Tianshu Youhua took the parchment roll, glanced at Lianquan coldly, and then turned and walked out of the conference room.

In the empty hall aisle, the footsteps of the heavenly bouquet of flowers sounded angry and clear.

However, what is clearer is actually the heart that has just jumped out of her chest.

She wiped a layer of cold sweat from her palms on her clothes, clenched the parchment roll in her hand, and walked quickly towards her room.

She opened the lattice in the far corner of her cupboard in her room, and from a delicate enamel box, she took out a very small, beautifully carved silver bell.

She shook the bell gently, but there was no sound at all.

In the empty courtyard, Tianbou Youhua looked around, and then released the blood dove in his hand.

On the right foot of the Blood Dove, the parchment scroll had been resealed with the Ice Emperor's special fire paint seal, and on the other foot, a small bell that could not make a sound at all flew high into the sky along with it.

【West of Aslan Empire・Grantt・Heart Underground Cavern】

The golden soul power flowed slowly along the intricate lines on the stone door, and the golden light gradually converged into a pattern, which looked like a vertical lip that wanted to speak and stopped, and like a heavy rose waiting to be released.

The heavy stone door slowly opened on both sides, silently, and a violent smell of blood greeted the cavern, and the cavern was still flooded with an eerie red light and a very strange-sounding sound—screams of pain and pleasure, echoing in the empty underground cavern one after another.

The surface of the water tumbled violently, and beneath the viscous plasma-like lake seemed to lurk a huge monster. The black triangular fin resurfaced again, however, this time, it did not continue to lurk under the water, the triangular black fin rose higher and higher, and a behemoth dragged its heavy body and struggled to climb from the bottom of the water to the shore of the lake, and it lay on the open ground on the shore of the lake, its upper body leaning limply against the rock wall of the cave.

Rather than calling this monster it, it would be more accurate to call it "she".

The black triangular fin was just a hard protrusion on the back of her head, and her upper body was a naked female body ten times the size of a normal person, with plump breasts, rounded shoulders, slender waist, and even thick and wet hair on her head, those long hairs soaked in viscous plasma, drenched against her naked back. It's just that on her huge head, which should have facial features, she has no eyes, no eyebrows, no nose bridge, and only a huge sunken blood hole at the place of her mouth, and the strange moaning sound in the cave is coming from this blood hole.

And her lower body was still soaked in the water of the lake, the waters of the lake were very shallow, so that half of her lower body was exposed above the water—it was a large mass of wriggling white soft flesh, like a whole huge flesh worm, connected to her slender waist, and her lower body was such a spindle-shaped flesh worm, ring after ring of raised folds, which were constantly shrinking and wriggling at the moment, like a fat queen in a termite nest. There is a huge blood hole at the tail of the insect body, which is getting bigger and bigger, and the layers of folds in the blood hole are slowly opening, and as those folds continue to squirm and contract, the screams of the female body are getting louder and louder.

She's in labor!

Intense pain was tormenting her, she was struggling on the rock wall, her hands clenching the rock tightly, two of her sharp nails had broken in the cracks of the rock, and blood oozing from her fingertips ran down her white arms.

A ripple rippled in the middle of the blood-colored lake.

A small black wooden boat slowly rowed towards the monster with the female body of the worm.

The boat's black wood has a dark texture with a lubricating sheen, and it is densely packed with large and small wormholes, which look like beehives, but are completely impermeable.

There were two silver messengers standing on the ship, they were tall and heavily armoured, but the draft of the ship was shallow, and it looked like this black wood with thick holes had amazing buoyancy.

The boat stopped near the Wormtail Blood Cave and waited quietly.

A body wrapped in translucent fetal membranes, little by little, excreted out of the blood hole, which opened very wide, because the transparent fetal membranes were not a normal fetus, but a human body that looked like a teenager. He lay curled up on his side, covered with various blue veins and white nerve medulla, which were attached to the transparent fetal membranes. The whole embryo floated silently on top of the viscous red slurry and slowly drifted towards the boat.

The female body stopped moaning, and the huge insect body no longer squirmed violently, she struggled weakly and turned around and crawled towards the lake, burying her faceless facial features in a pool of blood, and then writhing and diving to the bottom of the lake.

The silver messenger gently scooped up the heavy embryo, he tore open the translucent fetal membrane that was as smooth as a jellyfish, and the transparent juice with a violent fishy smell flowed out of the embryo, and another silver messenger handed over a thick black cashmere blanket from behind him, tearing off the attached blood vessels and white pith of the boy in the embryo from his skin, and then wiped his body clean and wrapped it.

The boat rowed back to the bridge in the middle of the lake.

In the distance, on the steps on the bank of the bridge, a tall and slender figure was waiting quietly.

The man was dressed in a pure white robe, and in this dark and red cavern was like a white camellia, exuding a quiet and cold fragrance. His robe was heavy and rich, as if woven from the softest of the fluff of the wings, and the middle placket and hem of the robe were embroidered with a circle of triangles in pale gold.

He wears a hood, his head bowed, and his face is hidden in the shadows.

Two silver messengers carried the newborn boy to the stone platform and handed the black cashmere blanket to the man in the white robe.

He held the newborn boy in his arms, his eyes under the hood shimmering with a faint clear light, and he looked at the boy wrapped in a black blanket, the boy's skin was fair and clear, even a little pale. The young man slowly opened his eyes under his gaze, he looked at the new world around him, his eyes were dark and deep, like a starless and dark night sky, he looked curiously at the person in the white robe who was looking down at him at the moment.

"Are you looking into my eyes?" the boy opened his mouth, his voice crisp and innocent.

"It's not. The white-robed man looked at the birthmark on the young man's forehead, which looked like a knife, and replied to him in a low and gentle voice.

The birthmark was like a freshly cut scar, faint rose-colored, like a looming bead of blood, the sweet smell of blood oozing from the wound. (To be continued.) )