In the midst of a whirlwind of the world, Mrs. Mingzhu only felt that she had flown up.

At this time, she suddenly realized why Yang Ming said: Although the windowsill is high, it is not too high, and she will experience a higher feeling in a while.

The feeling of weightlessness made Mrs. Mingzhu scramble for a while, but fortunately, her strength was also big enough, and in the entanglement, she firmly hugged Yang Ming, so that she would not let herself suddenly fall to the ground in the air and experience the feeling of being in a hurry.

But these alone don't seem to be enough, although Mrs. Mingzhu's strength is not small, how much strength can she have at this time?

Just when Mrs. Mingzhu only felt weak in her limbs and was about to finish, she found that she had found a sense of solidity again, and that feeling of solidity was like the feeling of stepping on the ground with her feet.

But I didn't step on the ground! In Mrs. Mingzhu's doubts, she only felt a tremor in the depths of her soul, and suddenly she seemed to understand something: it turned out that there was something supporting her.

Yang Ming dragged Mrs. Mingzhu with one hand and walked towards the bed in the room, although this tide banshee lacked practical experience, but it was very good in theory, although it was vulnerable in front of Yang Ming's actual combat school, and the occasional counterattack also made Yang Ming really experience another extreme experience.

With an exclamation, the two overlapping figures fell heavily on the soft bed.

The battlefield was changed, not for a truce, but for the final decisive battle.

Yang Ming held his breath and concentrated, one palm propped up on Mrs. Mingzhu's ear, and his gaze met the eyes that were more soft and watery in the midst of a fire, and then leaned down.

After a soft groan, only the sound of heavy breathing remained between the wings of the nose.

Just when Mrs. Mingzhu didn't know where she was, a gentle and playful voice sounded in her ears: "Xueyihou, Yang Ming's enthusiasm like fire may melt your cold?" ”

"What snow suit? Snow Suit? Is it my aunt? Lady Mingzhu in the chaos thought in a daze, and suddenly felt that her eyes were black, and her consciousness actually fell into darkness.

But Mrs. Mingzhu's eyes are still bright, but the softness of Fang Cai has become a world of ice and snow at this time.

"You found out, and you dare to do this to me, you are very bold." Yang Ming greeted the pair of banshees who belonged to the tide girl, but at this time they only had cold eyes, and heard such a voice in their ears.

"I've always been very bold, and if I hadn't climbed the iceberg, how would I have been able to appreciate the style of the iceberg?" Yang Ming's palm climbed the ice in front of him and smiled, but in his eyes, there was no longer the enthusiasm of Fang Cai, and there was an indifference like a 'tide banshee'.

"That's going to die." 'Lady Mingzhu' said coldly, she was no longer the blue sea tide banshee before, but a snowy snow clothed marquis.

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get the tiger, isn't this also a cave? And, does what you say have to be true? Yang Ming sneered, his palm had already pinched the woman who had just let him indulge in bliss.

Facing Yang Ming's pinched palm, the cold air around Xueyihou's body was diffused, and in an instant, it had turned the bed into a cold world, imprisoning the space between the beds in the iceberg.

"How did you find me?" Xueyi Hou looked at Yang Ming condescendingly, there was a cold aura in her eyes, in this cold ice world, she was the real master.

"Not long ago, Xueyihou had a big battle with me, and now, again, how can I not see the iceberg hidden in the tide sea?" Yang Ming smiled indifferently, but the palm of his hand touched Xueyihou's waist, and the feeling was still the same, but in his hand, it was cold.

"You're bold, but you're going to pay a terrible price for it." Xueyihou looked down at Yang Ming, his waist swayed slightly, but he didn't mean to stop at all.

"Are you talking about the strength and qi and blood that you sucked out of your whole body?" Yang Ming said fearlessly.

"Let me think about it, a woman who is at least over sixty years old, although she has the protection of secret methods, but still has to face the embarrassment of no longer being young and aging, in order to survive, in order to be able to break through to the legendary great master, she must find another way, so she fancied her niece, thinking of a new body, so start over, with the help of the previous background to make herself go further." Yang Ming continued.

"Go on." It seemed that he already felt that he was winning, and he seemed to want to see how much of his secret Yang Ming knew, Xueyihou did not make further moves for a while, but it was as if he was running in under the drive of inertia.

"But how can that kind of secret technique succeed so easily, after all, the body belongs to someone else, and if you want to fully control it, it is too difficult and difficult after all, so that you can only master this body in a very small part of the time." Yang Ming said about his discovery.

The first time Yang Ming saw Xueyi Hou, it was in Zilanxuan that night, he followed all the way, but finally lost her trace in the Han Palace, as for the second time, it was a real confrontation, that time, if it weren't for Yang Ming's three-point return vitality, I'm afraid it wouldn't be as simple as being pressed and beaten, but even so, Yang Ming also suffered a big loss.

Especially when the purple girl told Yang Ming that there was once a woman who taught her martial arts, Yang Ming was even more suspicious, all kinds of clues were intertwined, everything pointed to an extremely incredible direction, such a thing could not have happened, but in this world, nothing seems to be impossible, after all, there are strange existences involving souls such as reverse scales and eight Linglong, and it is normal to have a special snow coat marquis.

If it was just like this, the story would not have developed to the point where it was now, but Yang Ming could see another meaning from the Purple Girl's narration and the strange behavior of the Snow Cloth Hou: the Snow Cloth Hou must have deeper intentions for the Purple Girl.

You know, Xueyihou can occupy the body of the tide banshee, why can't she occupy the body of the purple girl, in the body of the purple girl, is she also playing the same idea?

To this end, Yang Ming must go deep into the tiger's den of Xueyihou to find out.

"It's hard to control, so I chose Mingzhu, but it still doesn't work, but fortunately, the sky is endless, and you appeared." Xueyihou leaned over and looked at Yang Mingdao.

"Because my three points are rejuvenated?" Yang Ming said with a smile.

"Yes, your three-point return to the Yuan Qi is very special, it seems to point directly to the source of the Yuan Qi, in the words of those Taoists, it is the purest and most authentic innate Qi, if you can devour all your strength, Ben Hou can use it to transform this body, so that it can become a container that can fit perfectly with me." Xueyi Hou said.

"I see, that makes sense, but I still have a doubt." Yang Ming said.

"Seeing that you are about to fulfill my face, I can help you answer this doubt." Xueyi Hou said.

"What exactly are your intentions for the Purple Maiden?" Yang Ming asked, Yang Ming didn't care about the complicated relationship between Xueyihou and the Chao Banshee, what he really cared about was what kind of attempt this Xueyihou had for the Purple Girl.

"Purple Girl? Descendant of the Zhou royal family, and it is also the last lineage, there is the last wisp of the dragon qi of the Zhou royal family in the bloodline, if this wisp of the dragon qi of the son of heaven can be refined, it can help me break through to the realm of the great master, the purple girl is my most perfect container, but because it is too perfect, so I can only put her at the end, although this body is not so perfect, but fortunately, the difficulty is still within the range of bearing. Xueyi Hou said.

"I see, I said why Zi Nu was able to easily run the huge Zilan Xuan in Xinzheng, it turned out that there was an escort behind your back, and this makes sense." Yang Ming groaned.

"You should not care about others now, but take care of yourself." Xueyi Hou looked at Yang Ming under him, his ruddy tongue licked his red lips, revealing a greedy gaze.

"Is Xue Yihou talking about now? It's a really good feeling right now. Yang Ming deliberately straightened his waist as he spoke.

So that he can go deeper into the tiger's den, after all, he hasn't caught the little white tiger yet.

"Really? However, I can promise you that I will be able to experience what it is like to be out of the sky. Xueyihou sneered, and his swinging waist became more and more moving.

"You're a man-eating goblin." Yang Ming held Xueyihou's waist and laughed.

He could already feel what Xueyihou wanted to do, in the tiger's den, the tiger had not yet been detected, but it had already turned into a dragon pool, and there was an evil dragon lurking that wanted to devour everything about Yang Ming.

In that terrifying suction, Yang Ming held his breath and condensed, holding on to the source, but in that terrifying Longtan, there seemed to be no room for resistance at all.

"You lose, as a reward, enjoy it." Xueyi Hou sneered, and a pair of jade hands pressed on Yang Ming's chest.

"Really?" Yang Ming was still laughing, as if he didn't care that he would be devoured.

"I hope your stubbornness will continue." Xueyi Hou said.

"That's nature." Yang Ming sat up suddenly, Xueyi Hou thought that Yang Ming was going to make the last struggle, and was about to suppress it, but found that Yang Ming was holding her waist and burying his head in the snowy mountains in front of her, in the snowy snow, trying to find plums in the snow ridge.

Seeing this scene, Xue Yihou chuckled, her two arms had already wrapped around Yang Ming's shoulders, she only thought that Yang Ming was powerless, and only wanted to get the last indulgence.