The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 348 Be Your Husband, Want A Daughter
Xiao Momo originally wanted to go, but seeing what his own father said, he had no choice but to give up.

The gate of light disappeared after Yu Xiaohan entered.

The Phoenix Saint Clan is like a fairyland, every silver and white palace seems to be floating in the clouds.

Xuanyuan Mochen and Yu Xiaohan were originally the left and right envoys of the Phoenix Sacred Clan, so they were naturally familiar with the Phoenix Sacred Clan.

Feng Qingjue's body was lying in the ice coffin in the Ice Tomb Palace.

Feng Qianya, Xuanyuan Mochen, Yu Xiaohan, An Ling Yifeng, and the others arrived outside the Ice Tomb Palace without incident.

Feng Qianya raised her eyebrows and stared at the ice-stone gate of the Ice Tomb Palace, and reached out her hand to touch it. The bone-chilling chill made her immediately retract her hand, and her body shivered.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Mochen pulled her into his arms, held her hands tightly with his big white hands, put them to his lips and breathed, his phoenix eyes looked at her affectionately, and said in a low voice: "Ya'er, you are still cold!" ?"

Feng Qianya raised her eyes and stared at Xuanyuan Mochen, with a gorgeous smile on her beautiful face, her pink lips moved behind his ears, and said in a low voice: "Baby is so considerate, her heart is warm, and her hands are naturally warm. "

After finishing the words, she moved her lips together, and pressed a kiss on Xuanyuan Mochen's graceful crimson lips.

Xuanyuan Mochen's blood was soared because of her kiss, and he wrapped his long arms around her, ready to deepen the kiss.

"Cough...cough..." Seeing this, Yu Xiaohan squinted her eyes coldly, coughed dissatisfied twice, and said in a displeased tone: "This is the Holy Phoenix Clan, should Senior Brother and Ya'er pay attention? "

An Ling Yifeng's clear eyes also stared closely at Feng Qianya and Xuanyuan Mochen, his picturesque handsome brows were deeply frowned, they hugged each other like this, for some reason, he felt uncomfortable looking at it, and felt pain from the bottom of his heart.

Xuanyuan Mochen originally wanted to kiss Feng Qianya lightly, but after hearing what Yu Xiaohan said, he simply lowered his head and kissed Feng Qianya deeply, completely ignoring Yu Xiaohan and An Ling Yifeng.

Feng Qianya was stunned by his sudden kiss, knowing that Yu Xiaohan and An Ling Yifeng were present, she felt a little bit embarrassed, but she has never been a hypocritical person.

So she wrapped her slender arms around his neck and gave him an affectionate response.

Feeling her response, Xuanyuan Mochen was extremely happy and excited in his heart, he didn't care about anything, he tightened his arms and hugged Feng Qianya tightly, and the kiss on her lips became frenzied.

Seeing this, An Ling Yifeng's handsome face turned pale, the more he looked at the scene in front of him, the more painful his heart was.

Yu Xiaohan looked annoyed for a while, wishing to rush forward to separate the two, but there was no justifiable reason, the anger in his heart became more and more intense, his angry hand gathered purple light, and he slapped the ice tomb palace The ice stone palace gate.

"Boom..."

He only heard a sound, and the door of the ice-stone palace was accidentally knocked open by him.

Xuanyuan Mochen, who was kissing Feng Qianya deeply, heard the voice, and then let go of her reluctantly. When he raised his eyes, he saw that the door of the ice stone palace had been opened.

"Ya'er, let's go in." Xuanyuan Mochen saw that Yu Xiaohan had already entered the ice tomb palace first, he looked down at Feng Qianya and finished speaking in a low and gentle voice, then picked her up by the waist, and stepped into the ice tomb palace. tomb palace.

This Ice Tomb Palace is an underground mausoleum, chiseled with white ice, surrounded by thousands of years of ice, like an ice room, and when you enter it, you will feel the bone-chilling chill.

The last time Feng Qianya entered this ice tomb palace, she had the power of the Eight Great Elders in her body to protect against the cold, but this time she didn't.

She is not a member of the Phoenix Sacred Clan. When she entered this ice tomb palace, she could only rely on her own skills to resist, but she was still invaded by the cold air, which made her feel that her blood was about to freeze.

It was cold from inside to outside, she felt that not only her blood was coagulated, but even her heart, liver, spleen and stomach seemed to feel the biting chill.

The chill made her feel aching all over her body, and she shivered uncontrollably.

After Xuanyuan Mochen noticed it, his phoenix eyes looked at her worriedly, "Ya'er, this ice tomb palace is terribly cold. You are not yet a member of the Phoenix Sacred Clan, and you don't know how to protect yourself from the cold. I'll take you out."

Feng Qianya leaned close to Xuanyuan Mochen's arms. At this moment, her black hair, her beautiful face, slender eyelashes, and her lips began to freeze. She said in a trembling voice: "Baby... baby, first ...let's do it first...let's talk about business."

Although An Ling Yifeng is not a member of the Phoenix Sacred Clan, nor does he know how to protect against the cold, but he is Xiaoyangzi's apprentice after all, and he knows not only Taoism, but also immortality.

He stared at Feng Qianya closely with his clear eyes, and saw that she was invaded by the cold air, he stepped forward, put his index and middle fingers together, and then interlaced his closed fingers, pointing at Feng Qianya, and saw a white light coming from him shot between the fingers.

As the white light injected into her body, Feng Qianya felt a little warmth.

An Ling Yifeng withdrew his hand, approached her, fixed his eyes on her tightly, and asked worriedly: "Ya'er, how are you feeling?"

Feng Qianya raised her eyes and stared at An Ling Yifeng, nodded her head slightly, with a smile on her lips, "I'm... well, don't waste... time, let's do... business first."

"Okay!" An Ling Yifeng nodded in response, seeing that Feng Qianya was better, he was relieved a lot.

Yu Xiaohan looked at the Ice Tomb Palace and saw many small ice rooms on all sides, so he looked at Feng Qianya who was being held by Xuanyuan Mochen, and raised his lips and asked, "Ya'er, what do you want to do when you come to this Ice Tomb Palace?" What are you doing? This is the mausoleum of the sages of all ages. If you enter without authorization, you will be punished by the holy law. If the eight elders find out, my brother and I will be punished."

Hearing what Yu Xiaohan said, Feng Qianya's heart tightened. She almost forgot that this is a mausoleum, and trespassing without permission is probably considered a capital crime.

She came here once, looked around from memory, then pointed to one of the ice rooms, "That's the ice room."

At this time, the white gourd that seemed to be asleep in An Lingyifeng's arms jumped up and down again.

This Phoenix Saint Clan is a place of the Holy Spirit, and the white gourd absorbed the spirit of the Holy Spirit, and naturally recovered.

It flew to the ice room that Feng Qianya pointed out just now with a "swoosh".

"Third Martial Uncle..." Seeing this, An Ling Yifeng immediately flew forward.

Xuanyuan Mochen hugged Feng Qianya, followed by Yu Xiaohan,

Yu Xiaohan carefully observed the ice room, but found no mechanism to enter the ice room.

The white gourd flew towards Anling Yifeng and made a deep voice, "Yifeng, use your skill to push this ice stone door open."

"Yes!" An Ling Yifeng responded, fingers and middle fingers of both hands together, a white light gathered around his body, gathered between his interlaced fingers, and shot towards the ice room door.

"Boom..."

With another sound, the ice stone door was opened.

Seeing this, the white gourd flew in first.

Anling Yifeng, Yu Xiaohan followed.

Xuanyuan Mochen hugged Feng Qianya, and finally entered.

The white gourd flew back and forth on the ice coffin soaked in the ice pool, and couldn't wait to be resurrected.

Immediately, it flew to An Ling Yifeng's body with a "swoosh", knocked his forehead with the gourd head, and made a low voice, "Aren't you going to open the ice coffin?"

"Yes! Third Martial Uncle." An Ling Yifeng responded, and immediately interlaced his fingers together, and the white light gathered between his fingers shot towards the ice coffin.

Seeing that the ice cover of the ice coffin was moved by him, but because of his lack of skill alone, the ice cover closed again.

Seeing this, Feng Qianya, who was being held by Xuanyuan Mochen, raised her eyes to look at Xuanyuan Mochen, raised her lips and said, "Baby, go and help him."

Xuanyuan Mochen was extremely reluctant to help An Ling Yifeng, but his beloved Ya'er had already spoken, so he couldn't help if he wanted to.

He put her down, looked at her affectionately with his phoenix eyes, his crimson lips outlined an evil arc, and said in a low voice: "Kiss me for my husband, and I will help him for my husband."

Hearing this, Feng Qianya squinted her eyes, smiled slightly at the corner of her lips, pressed her lips together, and pressed a kiss on his handsome face.

Xuanyuan Mochen stared at him with hot eyes, and pointed his knuckles at his own lips, "There is still here."

Seeing this, the corners of Feng Qianya's lips twitched, still smiling on her beautiful face, she moved her lips together, and pressed a kiss on his lips.

Xuanyuan Mochen smiled in satisfaction, put her crimson lips behind her ears, and said in a low voice: "Ya'er listens to my husband so much, after I go back, my husband will "serve" Ya'er well, I think Ya'er will give me more give birth to a daughter."

After saying that, he strode to An Ling Yifeng's side, gathered purple light with his hands, and shot towards the ice coffin.

Because of his words, Feng Qianya caressed her flat belly unconsciously with her slender jade hands, and smiled slightly at the corners of her lips. Momo is more than five years old, and they should have a daughter.

She raised her eyes to look at Xuanyuan Mochen and An Ling Yifeng, seeing that the two of them combined their efforts, but they still couldn't move the ice cap away, it seemed that they still had little strength.

She remembered that the eight elders moved away together last time.

Squinting her eyes, she set her sights on Yu Xiaohan, who looked like a resentful woman, at the moment he looked at her, wishing to eat her alive, as if she had done something wrong to him.

She smiled slightly at the corner of her lips, hooked her fingers towards him, and raised her lips and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, go and do me a favor."

Hearing this, Yuxiao narrowed her cold eyes, stepped in front of her, leaned down slightly, and brought her handsome face close to Feng Qianya's lips, as if deliberately wanting Xuanyuan Mochen to hear, his voice was not Not small, "I'll go if I kiss you once."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuanyuan Mochen freed up a hand, gathered a beam of purple light and struck at Yu Xiaohan, and shouted displeasedly: "Yu Xiaohan, why are you saying it again?"

Seeing this, Yu Xiaohan immediately dodged away, her blue eyebrows frowned slightly, her black eyes looked at Feng Qianya, and she raised her lips and asked, "What do you mean? I won't help if Ya'er doesn't kiss me."

After Yu Xiaohan finished speaking, he crossed his arms, acting like a child begging for candy, and if the adults didn't give it, he would play childish temper.

Feng Qianya squinted her apricot eyes, walked in front of Yu Xiaohan, put her pink lips behind his ear, and whispered in a voice that Xuanyuan Mochen couldn't hear: "Go and help first, your benefit is indispensable, I Guaranteed by Momo's personality."

"Momo's personality?" Yu Xiaohan narrowed her eyes tightly, and cast a deep glance at Feng Qianya, with a charming arc on her lips, "Ya'er, remember, you owe me more than once."

After saying that, he jumped in front of the ice coffin, gathered purple light with his hands, and shot towards the ice coffin.

With his help, the three of them practiced their skills at the same time, and finally moved the ice coffin a little.

Seeing this, the three were overjoyed and exerted all their strength to remove the ice cover bit by bit.

After they were all removed, the three of them stopped, sweat dripping from their foreheads.

This ice coffin was originally only able to be removed by eight elders, but it took a lot of skill to be able to remove it by three people.

If the eight elders suddenly appeared at this time, the three of them would definitely not be opponents.

And it just happened to be such a coincidence that they had just removed the ice coffin when eight white lights suddenly appeared behind them, which were the eight elders.

Seeing that the ice coffin was opened, the Elder Ling looked angrily at the few people standing in front of the ice coffin, "How dare you open this ice coffin without permission? Don't blame me for waiting for you..."

Before Elder Ling finished speaking, Feng Qianya raised her eyebrows and looked at him, with a slight smile on her lips, she raised her lips and said, "You guys came in time, you don't show up when you need help, and you don't show up when you don't need you." , you are here, we have something to do, please treat us as transparent, OK?"

After saying that, she raised her eyebrows and looked at An Ling Yifeng, raised her lips and said, "Why don't you hurry up?"

Hearing the words, An Lingyi nodded lightly, stretched out his big white hand, and the white gourd flew into his hand, then he put one hand and two fingers together, pointed at the white gourd, silently recited a few spells, and the white gourd flew out A wisp of white smoke.

That white smoke appeared in mid-air, it was Feng Qingjue's soul.

Seeing this, the eight elders widened their eyes.

Elder Ling pointed at Feng Qingjue's soul in mid-air, he couldn't believe it, "Feng Qingjue, you... haven't you lost your soul?"

Feng Qingjue shrugged his shoulders, his sword-like eyebrows raised lightly, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and his voice was low and charming, "Old man Ling, I'm so sorry to disappoint you all the time, I accidentally let you down." The soul has not dissipated, but thank you for saving my body for so many years, when I wake up, I will definitely play a song for you."

Hearing this, the Elder Spirit blew his beard and stared angrily, "Impossible, why didn't your soul dissipate?"

Feng Qianya glanced at Elder Ling, raised her eyebrows and looked at An Ling Yifeng, jumped in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Hurry up, otherwise, it will be difficult for the eight elders to stop it."

"Yeah!" An Ling Yifeng nodded lightly, pointed at Feng Qingjue's soul with two fingers together, guiding his soul back to his body.

Seeing this, the eight elders immediately cast spells to stop it.

Seeing this, Feng Qianya gathered purple light all over her body to resist.

But her strength alone is naturally no match for the eight elders.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Mochen and Yu Xiaohan immediately helped Feng Qianya without even thinking about it.

Both of them knew that if they resisted the eight elders, they violated the holy law and would be punished by the holy fire, but they couldn't control that much.

When the eight elders saw that Xuanyuan Mochen and Yu Xiaohan were resisting, their faces were filled with anger.

(End of this chapter)