Phoenix Dance, Jiangshan Qingning Chapter

Chapter 317 Lovers in the Ice Coffin [2]

Halfway through the roll, the snow and ice on the hill suddenly cracked. The hill was not a mountain, and there was a hole underneath, and she fell into the hole when the snow and ice shattered!
All this happened by surprise. When the strong wind came, the Eight Desolation Divine Beast was also blinded, but fortunately, it reacted quickly, and when it saw Uncondensed fall, it immediately followed.

The cave has a drop of more than ten meters, but fortunately there is a slope, otherwise, if you don't fall straight down, Xiao Ming will really confess here.

But being hit by falling ice and snow is also very painful.

After falling to the bottom, it took me a long time to get up, and my whole body seemed to be falling apart.

"A Ning!" The Eight Desolation Divine Beast ran in on the slope. The height of the cave was just enough for her to walk with her head up.

Then Bai Ze and Cheng Feng also appeared at the entrance of the cave and walked in slowly.

The cave is white, full of ice and snow, and the torches are not condensed, and they look around while keeping warm.

I don't know if the blood drop call was successful just now, if it is not successful, biting your finger again will be fatal.

Turning the torch back, she was suddenly taken aback. Normal people would be taken aback when they saw this thing, because there was a big ice coffin behind her!

The ice coffin was laid flat on the ground, the ice and snow were transparent, and a person could be seen lying inside.

Holding a torch, Wei Ning walked over, and slowly saw that it was a man in white clothes, tall and tall, and the white robes were scattered gorgeously.

The long purple hair is scattered on the ice and snow, showing a kind of soul-stirring beauty.

Purple hair, is purple hair common in this day and age?

Unconcentrated heart, I don't know why, suddenly jumped violently, and the footsteps that were originally walking firmly, unconsciously carried a little hesitation.

As if not daring to approach, as if afraid of something.

However, she was already very close to the ice coffin, so she walked a few steps quickly. When she stood in front of the ice coffin and saw the person lying inside, the torch in her hand suddenly slipped and fell to the ground with a 'click' , almost went out.

The Eight Desolation Divine Beast looked at her, and saw her standing there blankly, as if she had been taken away by someone.

He rolled up the torch with his tail, lifted it up, and shined on the top of the ice coffin.

An astonishingly beautiful face was reflected with vivid warmth by the firelight, but even so, it could not conceal the irreparable, deep breath of death on that frosty face.

The skin is pale, the closed eyes have been sealed by ice and snow, the lips are bloodless, only a kind of paleness that only the dead have.

No matter how beautiful a person is, his death will be just as pale, desolate, dejected, and despairing.

The color of this person's hair is very strange, it is a rare purple, but because there is no vitality, these beautiful hair strands are like silk satin in the dark, dull.

All of these spliced ​​together are a familiar and missed face.

But...how could this be?
The uncondensed heart seemed to be held tightly by a cold hand, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't even breathe.

She stared blankly, completely unaware of her expression at this time, as pale and colorless as the person who died lying in the ice coffin.

He, it's him, it's just that a mask is missing, but she knows, it's him...

"Is this the King of Pluto?" The Eight Desolation Divine Beast is a beast after all, and has always been ruthless, unable to understand Wei Ning's feelings, it just murmured.

(End of this chapter)