Nalan Xin endured the torture of the chill in her body, and she knew that there was no point in her arguing any longer.

She still has to save her life before she has a chance to escape from the Phaseless God Sect and escape from the Firmament Mountain.

The sect master threw a bag to Nalan Xin and said, "If you don't want to die, remember the mantra on the note, it can help you relieve the torture of the cold in your body." ”

Nalan Xin raised his head weakly, looked at the sect master, and said, "You... Finally... What does that mean? ”

slapped someone, and then gave a sweet date, what kind of crooked reasoning is this!

The Sect Master didn't answer Nalan Xin's question, and quickly disappeared like a ghost.

Come without a trace, go without a trace!

This time, Nalan Xin still succumbed to the cold torture, she reached out tremblingly, and opened the bag with difficulty, her hand was so stiff that she couldn't even take out a note.

After several attempts, the note finally fell out of the bag.

Just now, when she was talking to the sect master, she quietly used the previous mantra to relieve the cold torture in her body.

But this time, it didn't seem to be working.

According to the four mantras on the note, Nalan Xin is lucky.

After half a pillar of incense, Nalan Xin forced the cold qi in her body out of her body, and her lips were no longer so pale, and she slowly regained her blood color.

She was on top of her, and the ice slag attached to the surface of her clothes fell to the ground.

Looking at the ice slag, Nalan Xin was thoughtful.

Although she was tortured, Nalan Xin felt a true qi slowly forming in her body.

With each cold torment, this true qi gradually increased.

Sect Master, what does he mean?

Nalan Xin took a deep breath, in order to relieve the torture of the cold, she was already so humble, her stubborn backbone was broken several times.

She didn't know her father, would Nalan blame herself for being a soft bone?

Nalan Xin also wanted to die dignified and avoid torture, but with the presence of a divine doctor, she didn't even have the freedom to die, and in the end, she even affected a large number of people.

Although the people involved belong to the Phaseless God Sect, people's hearts are flesh and blood, and Nalan Xin can't bear it, and he can't selfishly disregard the lives of others.

After the sect master left the Burning Lake Courtyard, he returned to his place and opened the secret letter presented by the black-clothed envoy every day, including the Tianyuan Kingdom, the Genting Kingdom, and all the wind and grass on the rivers and lakes.

"Sect Master, I know you're doing this for Tong'er's good, but I'm afraid she will misunderstand you. The misunderstanding between you will get deeper and deeper. Annin worried.

"It's okay, misunderstanding is misunderstanding! This is a way to quickly restore her internal strength, endure a little hardship, for the people of the Beigong family, there is nothing. The Sect Master replied as he looked at the secret letter.

"But in the end, Tong'er is a woman, and she has to endure pain that is unbearable for ordinary men, I'm afraid ......"

"Afraid of what? From the moment Nalan asked Tong'er to marry instead, he didn't treat her as a woman, or even a daughter. There are so many people in Tianyuan Kingdom, why do you have to go alone. Besides, the phoenix has been reborn from the ashes. I believe that Tong'er will definitely practice the Ice Technique. ”

"Yes, forgive my subordinates for talking too much." Dark Ning slapped himself hard in the mouth.

But in order to truly practice the Ice Technique, how much pain must be experienced during this period, Annin knows.

As soon as the suzerain was born, because his status as a concubine and his mother's status were very humble, he was destined to not compete for the position of the head of the country.

And because the sect master was born with a good skeleton and was a wizard in martial arts, he was selected as one of the candidates for the head of the dark guard of the royal family of the North Palace.

Several other brothers, in the process of cultivating the Cold Ice Technique, either died violently or went mad and died of self-harm.

In the end, the only one who persevered and succeeded, Beigong Yu, that is, the sect master.

He is the chosen person of the Beigong family, and has the mission of protecting the Beigong royal family for the rest of his life.

Now that everything has changed, Annin does not have much hope for the restoration of the sect master.

Not to mention, after more than ten years of recuperation, the Tianyuan Kingdom and the Genting Kingdom are strong and strong.

Moreover, the old department that originally came to the Firmament Mountain with the sect master together, after many years of comfort, had no desire to fight.

This kind of morale, without fighting, knows that it is a fiasco.

Tong'er, she is still young and can have her own choices.

A girl, at the right age, finds someone she likes, has children, and lives her life peacefully, this is the best ending.

However, Tong'er (Nalan Xin) has the blood of the Beigong family in her bones, which is destined to be impossible for her in this life.

"By the way, what's going on over there with Mo Ning?"

"A stick of incense has received a letter from Mo Ning's flying pigeon before, and things are going very smoothly. The meeting has already been agreed over there, so it's up to you to make arrangements, sect master? Annin replied.

"Just go as planned!"

"Yes. By the way, Sect Master, the eagle has been trained, is it ......?"

"It's time for it to meet its owner and develop a relationship with it." The Sect Master smiled strangely.

A black-clad emissary appeared in an open meadow with an eagle standing on his arm.

The eagle didn't look very big, but when it turned around, its eyes were sharp, and its eyes revealed a shuddering red light.

"Go ahead!"

The black-clothed messenger stretched out his arms and waved.

The eagle spread its wings and flew into the air, heading in the direction of the small courtyard of the Burning Lake.

Nalan Xin was trapped in the house, unable to go anywhere, very bored.

A delicate lock was placed on the doorknob outside the door, and more than a dozen heavily armed black-clothed emissaries stood guard outside the door.

Fortunately, the windows in the house were not sealed, and Nalan Xin could open the windows and occasionally look at the scenery outside to breathe in the fresh air.

As soon as Nalan Xin poked his head out of the window, all the black-clothed messengers outside were nervous, their blades were clenched in their hands, and they were staring at Nalan Xin's every move, for fear that she would jump out of the window.

Seeing the nervous expression of the black-clothed messenger, Nalan Xin shrank his head in playfully, leaned on the edge of the window boredly, and played with the iron chain in his hand to pass the time.

Just as she was bored, an eagle flew down, within Nalan Xin's line of sight.

The eagle, it's looking down to sort out its feathers.

This eagle, unlike the other eagles that Nalan Xin has seen, is not big, it looks fleshy, like a little fat mound, and it is very cute.

The eagle's feathers are very shiny, and it must be well fed.

The black feathers on the eagle's head, mixed with a hint of white feathers, resembled a small moon.

When it found Nalan Xin staring at it, it was not nervous, and continued to stand in place, tilting its head and looking at Nalan Xin carefully.

Its eyes are not sharp, but clear.

"Little cutie, come here, come here!"

Nalan Xin beckoned to the eagle, but the eagle didn't seem to understand, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he looked at Nalan Xin blankly.