Tomb Bride: A Millennium Immortal Jade Face Beauty

Just when Nalan Hong and I stared at the boss, I thought the red hijab would fall off in an instant, and I even began to outline the real face of the bride in my heart. Maybe her face is still peachy, and maybe the red hijab is under the red hijab. Still a dry bone, maybe she is just a woman with an ordinary appearance, maybe...

But her red hijab was not torn off by me, my hand stopped in mid-air without moving, and there was a icy coolness and tearing pain on my wrist, as if being clamped by iron tongs.I trembled and moved my perspective a little bit.

My wrist was grabbed by her, this is not Nalan Hong, but the thousand-year-old bride from the ancient tomb, she grabbed my wrist tightly with her long snow-white palms so that I couldn't move, her strength It's too big, I can't break free at all, like a frozen statue.Her slender nails dug into the flesh of my wrist, and drops of hot blood dripped down.

The bone-chilling cold instantly froze my body, and I didn't dare to move. Nalan Hong's eyes widened in shock and he couldn't say a word.It's not that we are timid, but that we really don't know what to do in the face of the bride's sudden change.

At this time, an elegant, delicate and tender voice came out from under the red hijab. The bride actually spoke. She uttered a short passage of Manchu. Although I couldn't understand the pronunciation, I found it very familiar. She seemed to be calling for someone. name.

"Shu... Shuerhaqi, she is calling Shuerhaqi!" Nalan Hong stammered to translate for me.

Shulhazi?She wouldn't think I was Shuerhazi, would she?How could I be Shuerhazi?Is it true that, as the sage Yin Yang said, I have a blood relationship with the Hai family, so she mistook me for Shuerhaqi?Could it be that Shuerhaqi is the husband she has been waiting for hundreds of years in the embroidery room?

"Big...big sister...not...grandma...my grandma...you...you mistaken me, I'm not your Shuerhaqi, can you let me go first?"

She didn't seem to want to let go of the words she didn't understand at all, and her long and continuous call still came out from the red hijab. "Shuerhazi...Shuerhazi...Shuerhazi..."

"Xiaolan, think of a way! Nima... I am still a young man, and my Meihui is still waiting for me at the door. You won't just watch me enter the bridal chamber with your ancestor, right?" I panicked, talking nonsense and urging him.

Nalan Hong regained his composure, rushed over and grabbed the bride's hand and tried hard to break it off, but her hand was like cold iron pincers and still did not let go, and I broke out in a cold sweat due to the pain.

Ancestors bless!Ancestors bless!My Costin pulls my finger!Yes, yes, my Haidongqing finger is a sacred object that is invulnerable to all evil!Thinking in his heart, he hurriedly removed Hai Dongqing's finger from his neck with the other hand.Hai Dongqing's fingers were scorching hot, and the heroic flying holy bird carved in the fingers had sharp eyes.

Maybe it's the searing heat of Hai Dongqing's fingers that melted her coldness little by little. I could clearly feel that her hands were no longer cold, and she slowly let go of my wrist.

"I'm going!" I hurried back and took several steps back.

She still repeated the monotonous name, calling out the name of her lover. "Shuerhazi... Shuerhazi..."