Crazy concubine is hard to tame: mistakenly provoked the cold and charming black king

Chapter 251 The Old Dream (3)

It was an indescribable face.

If there is a god in this world, maybe it should be like him.

Made of ice and snow, it is beautiful and beautiful, and every stroke is the most perfect masterpiece of heaven.

Simply speaking of beauty, maybe it is not as charming as Mo Fenglin.

But the golden eyes, the shimmering face, with the nobility above all living beings, and the alienation that does not belong to the world.

The only thing that spoils this beauty is the shocking mark on his forehead.

The color is as bright as blood, and at a glance, there will be suffocating endless blood rushing towards the face.

Forced by the strong evil intent, Ye Lanyi subconsciously took a step back.

To her surprise, she was able to manipulate this body this time?
The man's face changed instantly.

If you talk about it for a second, you can still find traces of warmth, compassion, and sadness on his face.

But at this moment, those golden eyes were as cold as a sword, and the corners of his mouth and eyes were full of savage intent, which made people tremble like a magic brake crawling out of hell.

"Are you afraid of me?" The cold voice came out from the thin lips, carrying the icy coldness of a storm.

It's really snowing.

Just when he said these words, the garden was instantly covered with white snow, and countless snowflakes swirled and floated in front of him, as if they could be pierced by the sharpest weapons at any time.

"Shi Tian, ​​you're too sensitive." Ye Lanyi heard herself speak, with a bit of displeasure and—sadness in her voice.

The white-haired man smiled coldly, and his beautiful face instantly became haunted.

He raised his hand, and suddenly a Yaoqin as white as jade appeared in his arms.

A phoenix hovers around the body of the piano, with half-opened wings, as if it is about to spread its wings and fly out.

His fingers flicked across the golden strings.

There was a "clang" sound, the ground cracked, and the silver spring water supported a white coffin soaring into the sky.

"Is this the burial place you picked for me?"

"No, this is the place I chose for myself."

She heard herself speak slowly, her voice was calm and firm, just like the firm face reflected in the opposite eyes.

"If one day, I have to... I will sleep here and wait for you to wake up together."

The moment the voice fell, the golden string broke.

A drop of blood slipped from the white fingertips, dyeing the whole world a layer of blood.

The last thing that existed in that bloody world were those golden eyes that looked extremely shocked.

Among the chaotic fragments of the picture, there was someone laughing wildly in their ears.

The laughter was somewhat desolate and pathetic.

"If you can't get it, then destroy it."

The murmur that seemed to be a smile but not a smile hit her heart suddenly.

In the frantically spinning broken screen, a tall figure with clothes like the first snow and hair like moonlight was revealed.

He lowered his head and numbly tore the long scroll in his hand to pieces.

Fragments drift in the wind, blowing in unknown directions,
"stop!"

A strange feeling appeared in Ye Lanyi's heart, and she instinctively wanted to stop him.

She rushed forward suddenly, fiercely fighting for the sheet music.

"Stop! Stop! Don't tear it up! Don't tear it up!"

No matter how she snatched it, that person remained indifferent and mechanically carried out the movements in his hand.

Finally, in a hurry, she suddenly bit the opponent's wrist hard.

There was a muffled grunt, with a gasping sound.

"Ye, Miss Ye?"

A familiar and gentle voice kept calling her.

Ye Lanyi rubbed her eyes, panted and raised her head.

Then, instantly Sparta was gone.

His clear eyes lowered, as if they were looking at her.

However, she knew that the other party could not see anything.

To her embarrassment, she was holding a slender white palm, and there was an imprint neatly printed on her wrist.

"Miss Ye, your teeth are really good."

A chuckle came, and after she let go in embarrassment, she took a few steps back suddenly.

"Mr. Fan, Mr. Fan, why are you here? How could I..."

How can I hold your hand and gnaw like gnawing a pig's trotter!

Ye Lanyi lowered her head in frustration.

She remembered that she seemed to see the mysterious silver-haired man tearing up the score of Qingxiao Yinfeng Qu, and then rushed up in a hurry - biting.

"That's exactly what I want to ask you, why are you here." Fan Qingxian pulled his sleeves calmly to cover the scar on his wrist.

The moment his voice fell, there was a loud "boom" from behind the two of them.

Ye Lanyi was startled.

When she turned her head, she saw the jade coffin floating in the air by the gold and silver spring crashing to the ground.

The coffin lid trembled, and a golden glow pierced out, shooting straight into the sky.

What shocked Ye Lanyi even more was that not only the golden waterfall and silver spring water had disappeared, but the silver palace was floating up silently.

"What's going on? What is this place?"

"This is the intersection of the Yin and Yang Halls, the Gate of Life and Death." The gentle voice replied patiently.

"The Yin and Yang Halls? The Gate of Life and Death? What the hell is this?"

In the garden, Nalan Tuo let out a strange cry at the same time.

"The two halls of yin and yang, the golden hall is yang, which is for the power of life; the silver hall is yin, which is the gate of the dead. I only saw the introduction in the book, who knew that I would bump into it like this!"

Tantai Mingyue looked gloomy and anxious.

"I understand why we have nothing to do, but they are getting old. They must have come here through the Silver Palace when they came in!" Tantai Mingyue clapped her hands excitedly as if she had discovered a new continent.

Zhu Ming stared at them sullenly and did not speak.

Next to it, the surviving bandits from the Changyi gang murmured in despair: "That's right, we encountered a silver palace."

Tantai Mingyue proudly puffed out her chest, "See if I guessed it right! Hey, it really is that your character is so bad that even God can't stand it!"

Nalan Tuo tugged at his sleeve in embarrassment, and pouted in the direction of the Shi family brothers.

He was about to kneel down to this young master.

The father of the two Shi Qingyi brothers also entered the Silver Palace back then, wasn't this slapping them in the face in front of others.

Shi Qingyi didn't seem to care, and frowned: "What should we do now? The Silver Palace seems to be moving this way?"

At this moment, the scene in front of them was extremely strange.

As if the illusion had been shattered, the flowers that had been in full bloom withered one after another.

The mirror-like silver palace emerged from behind the golden palace, casting the shadow of death.

As the silver palace got closer and closer to the golden palace, everyone felt that their chests were tight, as if they would suffocate at any time.

"It doesn't matter, let's go back to the golden palace first."

Tantai Mingyue was also a little at a loss, he had only seen simple records in books, but he didn't know anything about the Yin and Yang Palaces.

"Lan Yi, where have you been!" He looked anxiously at the golden pool, and shouted silently.

Ye Lanyi lowered her head and sat in front of Fan Qingxian, like a primary school student who made a mistake.

Looking at the jade hands half hidden in her cuffs, she didn't even have the courage to look up.

Although she thinks she is not thin-skinned, but in front of Fan Qingxian, there will always be a strange sense of restraint.

As if he didn't want any bad things to desecrate him.

Although she lowered her head, her mind was constantly digesting the knowledge that Fan Qingxian had popularized.

"The Fountain of Life and Death was destroyed, and the two palaces lost their binding power, and they are about to overlap."

"What happens if they overlap?"

Fan Qingxian paused, a hint of worry flashed across her fair face.

"The tomb of the gods is revived."

(End of this chapter)