The black hole of fear magnified suddenly, and Wan Qi Haoyu froze there, holding his hand, not daring to look back.

Why? He's fine, why princess she......

Then, Wan Qi Haoyu's mind was only blank.

"Hehe, stupid." Mo Lian raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were mocking: "This death water is useful for the sorcerer, but it is useless for ordinary people." ”

Murong Xi saw the woman's death, and was directly stunned, the whole person was stunned, if you look carefully, you will definitely find that his hands are trembling, clenching little by little, and creaking.

It's fake, it's fake. None of this is true, Baili Hongzhe thought in despair, even he didn't know how he got to the third sister, he only knew that his sky had fallen.

His third sister lay there quietly, like a lifeless doll, she was lying in a pool of blood, her chest blooming with scarlet blood, and the scarlet sting of his eyes.

Baili Hongzhe knelt down straight, and tears came out of his eyes and blurred his eyes: "How could it be...... How could the third sister die......"

I don't know when it was late, the orange sun, with the desolation of the road, there was a light yellow light spilling in from the door, and the palace was filled with a sad atmosphere. The blue-clothed young man in the corner pursed his lips and glared at Mo Lian coldly, the anger in his eyes burned like a fire, he gritted his teeth tightly, even if his teeth were bitten, he didn't confess Mo Lian.

He glanced at the dead Yun Qiange painfully, the guilt and grief in his heart were like vines, he couldn't breathe, he finally closed his eyes: Miss Song, I'm sorry, Mo Lian, after all, it's my junior sister, I can't, avenge you.

Weiran doesn't take revenge doesn't mean that Baili Hongzhe and others won't, Baili Hongzhe put down the third sister, pulled out his sword, how could there be a spring breeze in his eyebrows, replaced by darkness and coldness, there was only one thought left in his mind: he wanted to divide this woman into five horses!

Shangguan Ning waved the silver filament in his hand like a tree vine and stretched out towards Mo Lian. Mo Lian threw out two turtle shells in her sleeves, chanted the mantra in her mouth, and walked around a few times with strange steps.

Snow...... Snowy white ......

One by one, the snowflakes swirled and fell.

They were in a snowy world, a snow-white world, without sorrow, without ugliness, without end, pure ...... Snow.

The beauty always fades away like a flash in the pan, and when they return to reality, where is there still Mo Lian, the voice of the blue voice. Several people looked at each other at the same time, their faces were almost transparent, and they intercepted the princess's body!

Shangguan Ningyin had a peach blossom face, eager to tear Mo Lian apart: "Damn!" I'm going to tear that woman to pieces! He just put away the silver wire and walked out.

"Do you want that woman's information? I'll check. Murong Xi said coldly.

Wan Qi Haoyu didn't move, and Baili Hongzhe fainted directly because of excessive grief, and happened to fall in a pool of blood on that side.

Three years later.

The seasons change, and time flies.

Dongling Snow Mountain.

The snow was falling, and the snow was falling like small white balls. The heavy snow drowned out the footprints of the people, and also submerged the half-human-high stone monument by a foot.

A short walk to the left is a cave with an ice house.

In the cave, there is a young man in blue, he wears a scarf, his clothes are just plain blue robes, without much decoration, but he looks very handsome, perhaps because the cold is too heavy, the young man's eyebrows and hair are dyed with a thin layer of hoarfrost, obviously it is very cold, but he sits on the ice sculpture with his upper body naked, and there is a woman in obscene clothes sitting in front of him in front of him, without a trace of life on his face.