In the extremely cold forbidden land in the north, a silver-haired man in white stood in the air, his sterling silver eyes were unwavering, cold as snow. The thin lips were slightly pursed like a sword, and the long silver hair poured like moonlight, hanging down behind him, and the cold wind blew up a few strands of hair, which was slightly messy. On a white dress with silver cirrus and wide sleeves, the silver butterfly pattern is fluttering and entwined, fluttering its wings, the robe is hunting and flying, the placket is slightly fluttering, and the crystal jade pendant hanging from the waist is like floating grass in the water, drifting uncertainly.

The man's side face was shocking, his skin was like jade, and his thick and slender silver eyelashes were drooping, casting a circle of shadows on his face. It's like a nine-day immortal, noble and indifferent, cold and alienated.

The silver eyes narrowed slightly, locking on a place in the vast sea of snow, and the silver light flashed, and the man had disappeared in place.

Lan Nightmare traveled through the sea of snow at great speed, and along the way, the coercion leaked, and all the spirits bowed down.

The exquisite palace carved by the heavenly axe refracts the colorful light in the sun, crisscrossing and dazzling, and hides this peerless palace well. The palace is all carved with a complete piece of ice crystal, crystal clear, but can not be peeped from the outside, the whole palace is painted with complex patterns, if there is nothing flashing silver light, look carefully, these complex patterns are pieced together into a snow-dyed flower pattern, is the heaven and earth formation, blocking the outside world.

In front of the palace, the gate carved by silver silk ice jade is closed, the gorgeous array pattern hovers layer by layer, spotless, clean and tidy, layer by layer of prohibitions are tightly bound on it, the streamer is shining, just above the gate, the four big characters outlined by silver lines shine brightly--- ice and snow elegance, and a small poem below:

The years are quiet, and there are beautiful women.

Ask for it, and there is no light in heaven and earth.

Gentle and beautiful, the years are left for themselves.

Ancient style, down and generous.

-------- the question of the snow dyeing of the moon

In the depths of the palace, a woman dressed in silver silk colored yarn meditated calmly, and the silver light on the huge lotus seat under her flowed, turning into wisps of forbidden runes, restricting the woman's movements.

The sky-blue hair hangs down, the woman's eyes are closed, the eyelashes are curled, the cold and noble face is looming, the nose is high, the cherry blossom pink lips are all holy and sacred, and the eyebrows are a little cinnabar, which is breathtaking, adding a bit of enchantment to the woman.

The woman's closed eyes suddenly opened, and in her stone-like pure and bright eyes, a touch of panic could not be concealed, and she stood up solemnly, and the halo on the ice lotus immediately flowed, and the woman was forced to sit down, with an anxiety on her face that could not be concealed: What should I do? I had expected him to find her, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly.

Lan Nightmare flashed, came to the door of the palace, looked up at the small poem on the door of the palace, his cold face couldn't help but be a little more gentle, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes:

Hidden, look at this poem, is it good? It really has a charm...

The woman lowered her head and smiled softly, her shallow voice was like a stream flowing in the silent mountains, and everything seemed to be yesterday.

Raising his slender fingers, he slowly pushed open the door, opening a dusty memory.

His long hair was scattered disheveledly over his shoulders, and a strand of silver hair hung down, covering his face, and his face was gloomy and uncertain, and he stepped in, sharp and resolute, without a trace of hesitation.

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Snow-dyed Bingxi supported her head with one hand, and her three thousand silver hair was tied up with a white hosta with a double butterfly pattern, which made her beautiful face more three-dimensional, adding a bit of heroism. A strand of hair hung down, covering a bright silver eye, slightly curled middle finger, and the condensed jade finger tapped the table top again and again, squinting lazily, with a look of afternoon stability and tranquility.

The snow-white skirt petals are scattered, and the snow-dyed flowers rendered by the silver lines on it are scattered, which is more lifelike, ice and jade.

Surrounded by lotus flowers, the beautiful woman sits by the window, there is no sunlight outside the window, only the red jade crystal in the room is glowing with cold darkness, all reflected on the face of the city, flickering between light and dark, the face changes, a little more weird, a little more enchanting. Like a smart elf, a charming charm, simple movements, but with infinite elegance that makes the world lose color.

Yue Yingxue's eyes were smiling, and her doting and gentle eyes followed the figure of the snow-dyed Bingxi, and the gods were extremely focused and serious, with a bit of almost pious solemnity, and it seemed that the land was about to be desolate. The obsidian-like eyes shone with bright brilliance, and the thin lips slightly hooked a warm arc, making him look like jade.

The wide-sleeved blue-striped white shirt hangs to the ground, and the blue stripes are surging, like the ripples of the waves, and the bottomless whirlpool is intoxicating.

The dark red hair of the Northern Darkness Blood-Killing fell to the ground in an eclectic manner, scattered tens of millions, the sword eyebrows were obliquely raised, as if a flying sword was in the bun, and the dark eyes under the eyebrows were like stars, incomparably pure, like a crystal ruby.

The dragon embroidered with red thread on the pure black dress moved more and more, and the hem of the dress hung down, as if crawling out of the clothes, winding and circling.

At this moment, the three of them sat around the table, and they were extremely harmonious.

I really wish that time would stop here, and she cherished every moment she spent with him.

The Northern Darkness Blood Killing and Yue Yingxue don't look at each other well, so they go over their heads, no longer look at each other, and out of sight is pure.

The awkward interaction between the two fell into the eyes of Xuezhi Bingxi, and she couldn't help but let out a burst of Qingyue laughter, which sounded like a silver bell: Sure enough, her guess was right, if she wanted to say that these two people had no adultery, she would definitely not believe it. This interaction, the joy and bitterness in the classic bridge of standard love, it's just, well, I don't know when the two of them will be able to achieve positive results.

The slightly pale lips raised a wicked arc upward, and his eyes were full of banter.

Yue Yingxue was finally relieved to see her lively appearance now, and her bony palm rubbed her hair, until Xue Zhan Bingxi turned her head and glared at him angrily, (her hairstyle was messed up) Only then did she withdraw her hand, but the smile on her face could not be hidden.

A dark glow flashed in the eyes of the Northern Immortal, evoking a cynical smile, and he said unintentionally: "Ying Xue Gongzi, Xue Yunque recently issued a flying snow order, inviting the world's heroes to explore the newly discovered ancient tomb, in this ancient tomb, there are many rare medicinal materials to heal the body, but there are a lot, I wonder if Ying Xue Gongzi can appreciate his face and go with this seat?"

Sure enough, Snow-stained Bingxi's gaze immediately shifted.

Yue Yingxue smiled helplessly, her eyes lit up, the miracle medicine that healed the body, just right for Xi'er, just about to open her mouth, the snow dyed Bingxi had lazily spoke, the noble and elegant voice was clear and beautiful, thousands of turns, the whole person was like a blooming flower on the other side, enchanting and charming:

"I will go, such an interesting thing, wouldn't it be boring without Bendi?"

The body of the Northern Darkness and Yue Yingxue stiffened at the same time, and Yue Yingxue spoke anxiously, her voice eager...