Freljord Northern Ice Field, Frostguard Fortress, Nine Pillars Chamber.

There was only one person left in the nine icicles that connected the hall of the Nine Statues, and the rest of the icicles were empty, and they had not been inhabited for a long time.

The reason why this happens is only because one person is enough to play the role of nine people.

In the man's dream, the Void Watchers under the Ice have not awakened for more than two hundred years, and the Watchers who have been responsible for maintaining and repairing the seal for more than two hundred years have been able to successfully repair the cracks from the Hall of the Nine Statues with the Ice produced by the Snowman without any risk, and exit safely.

The Void Watcher seems to be forever intoxicated in a man's dream and can never wake up again, while the immortal man has an endless number of novel dreams, the two seem to be the most compatible existence between heaven and earth, and even the entire Nine Pillars Secret Room and the Nine Statues Hall seem to have been built for the man in front of him.

Lisandro never imagined that the man in front of her would be so perfect that he could single-handedly suppress the Void Watcher for two hundred and ten years.

Placing her hand outside the icicle, Lisandro gently brushed the man's cheek, staring at the man's charismatic and attractive body with a vacant gaze.

A layer of mist gradually appeared on the surface of the icicles, and the mist quickly condensed into mischievous Xiaoice beads, which reflected the blurry luster with crystal clear.

Relaxed, Lisandro lazily reclined back into the chair of the Ice, and only then could she remember that she was a woman, not a piece of ice that wanted to bury all her secrets.

After banishing the other dreamers, this became her and the man's private space, the place of work and slaughter became ambiguous, and her dead heart had a few different seasonal movements.

Maybe it's because she's curious about men, or maybe it's to take revenge on men for offending them before they fall asleep, or maybe they've never indulged themselves so much, and I don't know when they started, Lisandro put down all disguises and disguises in the secret room and became the most real human being.

She understood that she had fallen.

The spectators are always only sleeping men, and the quiet air is always filled with mesmerizing hormones, Lisandro seems to have returned to a thousand years ago, at that time, she also wanted to have a perfect love of her own.

She had fantasized that after defeating the gods who had enslaved the people of Freljord, she would marry her wife and have children, and the family of three would spend their lives lovingly.

The joy of betrayal lingered in the itch of the soul like a trickle of spring, and the pleasure of depravity made the Ice Empress's body begin to spasm, and the thought of being doing the most profane thing in such a sacred place made the woman unable to suppress her inner satisfaction and longing.

The surging tide continued to hit until a piece of the Philosopher's Stone lit up with a glimmer, and Lisandro had to calm herself down, slapped her face, and struggled to put on the cold mask again, and the woman got dressed and adjusted her voice.

"What's wrong?"

The Empress's tone was extremely cold, causing the Iceborn Warlock to shudder, guessing that she might have influenced the Empress who was doing something big.

"Lord Witch, a strange woman named 'Soraka' wants to see you, and she says she knows of a man named 'Lyster' who is with you."

Frowning, Lisandro was a little irritated when she heard the name 'Soraka'.

Even the close guards who have changed for an unknown number of generations have forgotten the name 'Lyist', but there are still people who can't forget it.

"Take her to the Ice Palace."

"Yes."

Putting down the magic crystal, Lisandro reluctantly glanced back at the sleeping man in the icicle, and left the Nine Pillars Secret Room in the flicker of the magic runes.

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Taken to the main hall by the ruthless Frost Guards, Sorakar hugged his crescent staff with a look of loss.

With Zuo Yin's help, she found the whereabouts of Lyster, but what's the point? The friend I promised has turned into a handful of loess.

It's been so long that even she's forgotten a lot of things in the past.

Since she lost her sense of Lyster, she began to wander in the land of Freljord, in order to fulfill Vernes's last wish, she still did not give up after all, but the most ruthless time has taken away all the familiar things around her, can she really save Lyster?

The sound of footsteps in the distance brought Soraka back to her senses, and the one-horned star spirit looked at the empress on the throne and bowed her head.

"Empress Lisandro, I'm here to find Ste, can you ask the Empress to raise your noble hand and let Ste go?"

"I don't know who Lyster is."

Lisan Zhuo said with a surging voice.

"Soraka, listen, the person you're looking for, I'm afraid it's not here, you can look elsewhere."

"Empress Lisandro, I think it's pointless to hide it like this, I just want to fulfill my promise, and I don't want to be your enemy."

Soraka's words were a little more unpleasantly threatening, and Lisandra rose from her throne and said coldly.

"Celestial visitor, you are not welcome here, guard, send this rude guest away!"

Frowning at the sight of Soraka being driven out of the main hall by the guards, Lisandro was stunned for a moment, then her face changed, and she quickly returned to the Nine Pillars Secret Room.

By the time Lisandro returned to the Nine Pillars Chamber, the icicles had been broken, the man in the icicles had disappeared, and the walls of the chamber were engraved with runes that disrupted spatial teleportation, but there were always some forces that could ignore the constraints of these magical runes and trample on the laws of the material realm.

The remnants of astral magic in the air already showed who had taken away what he fancied, and what was even more infuriating was that the uninvited guest also left magic expressions on the other eight intact icicles, all sticking out their tongues and looking mocking.

"Damn bastard!"