Miss Third: Secret Service Concubine

Qu Dingtian stared at Jianjian's legs with wide eyes, even the green bamboo feather sitting cross-legged on the black abyss tree was silent.

They knew what kind of shame kneeling was to him as a king...

The smile on Zicheng's face deepened, and the black brilliance emitted by the evil spirit pearl became more and more intense. The white egret's pale face formed a sharp contrast with the pitch-black brilliance.

At the moment when Jianjian's knees were about to touch the ground, two black rays of light hit his legs, one in front and the other in the back.

With pain in his legs, Jian Jian subconsciously stood up.

"Who!"

Zicheng's eyes were sharp, and he looked around vigilantly.

Standing in front of Zicheng, Jianjian straightened his body, and before he could rub his legs, he saw behind Zicheng, in what should have been an abyss-like forest, there were bursts of snow.

Snowflakes fluttered, but when they fell to the ground, they condensed into ice.

The pure white color brought a ray of light to this dark abyss.

Stepping on the snowflakes, stepping on the invisible air, two figures, one black and one white, swing like exiles.

The two landed on the ground. The woman in white leather was so elegant, with a hint of sharpness hidden on her gentle face, and delicate facial features on her fair face, with a snowflake dancing between her brows.

The woman wore a white cloak over her shoulders and held a white whisk in her hand.

If it weren't for the fact that she didn't hold a rabbit in her hand, she might be misunderstood as Chang'e in the moon.

The man standing next to the woman was wearing a black robe. The robe was blown up by the wind and danced with the snowflakes.

The man's face was expressionless, with a pair of abyss-like eyes inlaid on his handsome face, those eyes seemed to be able to bring everything in the world into the abyss...

Seeing the man's face, the three of Qingzhuyu were startled, and then looked at Zicheng.

They read it right!

The man's face is exactly the same as Zicheng's!

"Yigucheng...it's you." Jian Jian straightened his legs, leaning against the Heiyuan tree next to him, and looked at Yigucheng with a half-smile.

Yi Gucheng's eyes, those abyss-like eyes, cannot be imitated by anyone...

"kindness."

One word, concise and to the point, without any emotion.

Yi Gucheng came on snow and walked towards Zicheng step by step.

Looking at the white egret who was being tricked, the chill emanating from Yi Gucheng's body became heavier and heavier.

"You...without the support of the seven-colored soul, how could you still be alive."

Zicheng looked at Yi Gucheng who was approaching him, he couldn't calm down anymore, his eyes widened in surprise, and he couldn't help stepping back.

"In Longgu Village, Yigucheng has already been reborn, and his soul has been washed clean. Even without the seven-colored soul, he can still live." The woman in white who stood still said lightly.

She is like a green pine, standing calmly in the abyss where the snowflakes are flying, her beauty is out of control.

"Don't come here!"

Looking at Yi Gucheng who kept approaching him, Zicheng slammed the evil spirit pearl pressed between the brows of the egret against the heart of the egret, "If you move again, I will kill you..."

Before Zicheng could speak, Yi Gucheng's figure suddenly disappeared.

When it reappeared, it had already reached the top of Zicheng.

Stepping on Zicheng's head with one foot, Yi Gucheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he stepped hard on the soles of his feet, Zicheng's whole body was stepped into the ground by him, only his head was still on the ground.

Yi Gucheng fell to the ground like the wind, he hugged the egret in one hand, and held the evil spirit pearl in the other, like a king descending into this abyss.