Ji Wushuang's slightly trembling eyelids returned to calm again, and only Ji Qingcheng's voice remained in the cold cold cave.

Ji Qingcheng didn't know when he took out a comb, slowly combed Ji Wushuang's black hair, and his expression was gentle and soft: "You have lasted for so many years, and there is only a few little consciousness left." If you don't want to see her, it will take me a few more years to completely withdraw your consciousness. Shuang'er, you volunteered back then, but now you are reluctant to leave, do you think I really don't understand what you mean? ”

Ji Qingcheng's voice is crisp and good, like a girl, but the speed of speech is much slower than ordinary people, like an old man telling the story slowly.

"I didn't mean to hurt you and her. If you want to see her, I'll bring her to you. Ji Qingcheng sighed softly: "If Xue'er knew that she had come to Snow City, she would definitely not let her go, and let her come for a trip could be regarded as temporarily keeping her safe." That girl, since it is your bloodline, is also my descendant. Even if she hadn't bowed to the Fengfu Sinking Seat, I would have protected her life. You can rest assured of this. ”

"She and Wu'er are both children with a hard life......."

As if muttering to himself, Ji Qingcheng finally combed Ji Wushuang's hair thoroughly, slowly stood up, and left the place.

It wasn't until Ji Qingcheng left that there was a faint sobbing sound in the empty ice cave, which sounded out of nowhere, depressing and desolate, and full of pain.

"Qing'er....... My son........"

And Ji Wushuang's body still didn't move at all, like an ice sculpture.

........

The crying coming from the ice cave couldn't even be heard by Ji Qingcheng, and even more so by Feng Qing in the Snow City Inn a hundred miles away.

But as soon as Feng Qing sat on the chair, her right chest twitched suddenly for no reason, and her lip color immediately changed.

"What's wrong?" Qin Mufeng saw that Feng Qing's face was wrong, and immediately asked.

"Chest stuffiness, like ......" as if someone was calling her, and it was a heart-rending call for her.

This feeling was the first time, and Feng Qing also felt that she might have hallucinated because she was too tired to treat Xiao Bowen.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Feng Qing is still very confident in her physical condition, and she returned to normal after taking a breath, but the faint feeling of tightness in her chest has not completely dissipated.

The interior of the whole inn is as clean and meticulous as ever, with tables, chairs and benches. After Feng Qing and Qin Mufeng were like inns, they sat down by the window on the second floor, the window was ajar, and a trace of snowflakes floated in and landed on the table.

After the innkeeper sat down, Cangzuo actually followed the innkeeper to bring hot tea and served it to the two.

Feng Qing looked at Cangzuo with interest: "I said how soon I teleported over, Cangzuo disappeared, it turned out that he came here." ”

"Back to the Shaogu Lord, Cangzuo is going to clean the residence of the monarch and the Shaogu Lord first, so as not to have any accidents where the two of them fell." Cangzuo put a stack of lotus-shaped white pastries on the table: "Young Gu Master, this is the snow skin lotus cake, a pastry only in Snow City, you can taste it." ”

The lotus flower-shaped confectionery has a smooth and translucent skin, and if you look closely, you can see that there are ice crystals condensed on the skin. Through the translucent epidermis, the milky white invagination can be faintly seen, and looking at the appearance, it has already made Feng Qing's index finger move.

Fingers pinched a pastry, the tentacles were cold, and Feng Qing let out a "huh".

This thing is very similar to the sorbet in the previous life, but the appearance is more exquisite.

took a bite gently, the cold and dense taste made Feng Qing's eyes light up, and with the sweet glutinous invagination that was concocted somehow, it really tasted wonderful. When the cold taste is warmed by the temperature of the mouth, a fragrance of lotus flowers spreads in the mouth, and the lips and teeth are fragrant.

Serve with a sip of hot tea.

Feng Qing was so comfortable that she wanted to moan.

"It's delicious."

For good things, Feng Qing has always been hesitant to praise.

"But this thing should only be preserved in this Snow City where it snows all year round, and without this, I don't think I can make this taste." Feng Qing pinched another lotus paste, then picked up the rest along with the plate, and handed it to the big snake standing on the side, holding the first year: "Shout the first day, otherwise it will wake up and know that we won't shout it when we eat, it will make trouble." ”

The big snake dragged the plate with the palm of his hand and nodded, holding the first year to the side and coaxing it.

"Tell me?" Feng Qing cushioned her stomach and focused her attention on the innkeeper who was a little blessed.

"Lord Shaogu, his subordinate is named Yinglan, and he belongs to the Cangming Pavilion, and he was sent to Syracuse City by the Pavilion ten years ago."

The proprietress of Yinglan has a fair appearance, no powder, and is dressed neatly, with a hosta on her head, and a decent smile, which makes people feel very kind.

However, Feng Qing could see that this Yinglan proprietress was also a spiritual cultivator, but the realm could only be regarded as ordinary.

"I thought that in addition to Wanbao Pavilion and Ready-to-Wear Workshop, Seventh Master, you also set foot in the inn hotel, knowing that there is only one, I am relieved."

"Qingqing is worried that I am hiding my private room?"

"Ahem......" Feng Qing, who was drinking tea, almost choked, and glared at Qin Mufeng angrily.

What kind of private house is not private, she looks like she has seen the Syracuse thug today, and she still plays the set of handing over public funds. Besides, the two of them haven't gotten married yet, so how can they come to public and private houses!

The proprietress didn't know if it was influenced by the folk customs of Syracuse, and she didn't seem to be so afraid of Qin Mufeng, so she answered directly.

"In terms of the local customs of Syracuse, it is true that men are not allowed to have private rooms. According to the rules of the city, it is necessary to parade the streets. ”

This is not only Cangzuo, but also Feng Qing looks at the boss lady like a monster.

Cangzuo almost didn't stick out his thumb.

As a subordinate, he dared to say in front of the king that he wanted to parade the king...... Truly a man of God.

There was a brief silence in the atmosphere.

After a while, the proprietress suddenly thought that Fang Cai's words were very inappropriate, and quickly knelt down to plead guilty.

"Your Majesty, Yinglan has no cover....... Please also ask the king to lower the punishment. ”

Feng Qing didn't think that Qin Mufeng would really set off because of this, so she stretched out her hand to catch a snowflake, and when she turned around, she saw the guards in Snow City wearing white uniforms embroidered with snow lotus, neatly lighting the lanterns that had already been set up on the street.

Of course, the guards were all women.

The long hair stands tall and the white clothes are vigorous, and they have a very heroic taste.

"These, are they city slaves?"

The proprietress of Yinglan, who did not wait for the punishment to be lowered, did not wait to get up and exempt, and slowly got up under the secret gesture of Cangzuo, and also glanced at the guards downstairs.

"The lord of the back valley is a city slave. This is the seventeenth generation of city slaves. ”

"What? Syracuse city slaves are still divided into generations? ”

"It's nature. Syracuse has a distinct hierarchy of city slaves, and the selection of each generation is extremely strict, and not everyone can become a city slave. Once he was elected as a city slave, the status of the whole family completely increased........."