The black belly prince falls from the sky and the cute concubine
Chapter 417 Resurrection, princess, please respect yourself
Chapter 417 Resurrection, princess, please respect yourself (1)
Xia Jinhan's smile became even brighter, and her voice was very hearty, "Hehe... So, do you agree?"
Shangguan Qing'er replied depressedly, "Can I refuse?"
"Yes." Xia Jinhan replied with a smile, but his hands became more and more restless, "If you don't want me to rub your back for you, I'll rub it elsewhere."
Shangguan Qing'er blushed with anger, turned her head and cursed angrily, "Xia Jinhan, be more serious!"
"Am I not serious enough on weekdays? If I am serious at this time, I will be very tired." He said very seriously, and his face seemed to be really tired.
Shangguan Qing'er's heart moved, she took a deep breath, and instead of looking at his aggrieved face, said, "Then quickly rub my back, I'm sleepy and want to go to sleep."
"Okay!" Xia Jinhan said happily, picked up the towel and began to rub her back.
But for some reason, he was rubbing her back, and after rubbing it, it changed.
His kiss fell on her shoulders and neck, making Shangguan Qing'er tremble all over, she wanted to resist but felt powerless, and finally could only sink in bit by bit.
When the night wind blew up, there was an ambiguous atmosphere in the bath, and with the sound of cursing, there was a sound of splashing water, which was very joyful and aroused people's daydream.
foggy valley.
In the innermost part of the temple, the atmosphere is very strange.
The cold ice coffin was pushed away by a big pale and slender hand, making a muffled sound.
After a while, a man in a white robe sat up in the ice coffin.His eyes were red, and he stared blankly at the front. There was no trace of blood on his fair and handsome face with firm lines.
A head of knee-length silver hair was draped softly behind him, looking from a distance, it was as shiny as the silver threads emitted by the golden silkworm Gu.
He looks like he is in his early 30s, and he is dressed in a white robe, which is as dazzling as the silver-white hair on his head.His facial lines are resolute, and his facial features are exquisite, as if carved by a knife.His tightly pursed lips were pale, and his eyes were red, looking a little scary.But I have to admit that this is a handsome man.
He was cold all over, and his face was expressionless, but it was not difficult to see his handsomeness.
This kind of beauty is different from Xia Jinhan's coldness, Han Xiran's warmth, Leng Tianrui's coldness, and Feiying's indifference. pay homage.
Perhaps it was because he had been in a deep sleep for thousands of years. He gave people a feeling of being indifferent to strangers and repelling others for thousands of miles. People dare not approach him, or even look directly into his eyes.
I saw his red eyes turned around, raised his slender arms, and his empty eyes stared blankly at the small wound on his wrist that had dried up blood.
There seemed to be a crisp voice ringing in the ear.
"Master Patriarch, this junior has already taken enough blood, you can rest in peace. I won't bother you again from now on." A cheerful voice...
"Hey, don't scare me." A terrified voice...
"Master Patriarch, I don't want you to be so scary, go to sleep, I'll draw a little more blood from you, so I can come here to disturb you less from now on, you should be happy." The flattering voice...
And the last sentence of self-comfort, "Where is the ghost? Shangguan Qinger, you are scaring yourself again."
These voices echoed clearly in his mind, as if they had been in his memory for a long time.That crisp voice seemed to be calling him to wake up.
So, he woke up.
"Shangguan Qing'er?" He opened his mouth, and let out a dry and hoarse voice that seemed to come from the ground.
That voice, in this cold ice cellar filled with the smell of preservatives, seemed very frightening. If anyone heard it, they would be terrified.
He got up from the ice coffin, and his knee-length hair was gently brushed in white clothes, making him even more charming and inconspicuous.
He lifted his foot out of the ice coffin, glanced at the secret room with his red eyes, then lifted his foot and walked in the direction of the gate.
The gate is tightly closed, it is a very heavy stone gate, and it cannot be opened without opening the mechanism.
But he seemed to be very familiar with this place, and turned on the switch of the entrance and exit casually, as if he had not been lying here all these years, but had lived here.
The first door opens, followed by another stone door. This design is to prevent the outside air from entering the ice cellar when one door is opened. The two doors are designed to be opened one after another to isolate the air.
With a slight wave of his hand, the first door closed, and after a while, the second door opened, and he walked out of the ice cellar smoothly.
Seeing this tall man in fluttering white clothes and flying white hair, and the four black-clothed guards strictly guarding outside the second gate, his whole body stiffened immediately, and he looked at the man in disbelief with a terrified expression.
However, the tall man in white didn't give them any time to be astonished. With a wave of his hand, a powerful air flow attacked and the four guards with strong martial arts skills were immediately fixed there, unable to move.
The four guards looked at that man and were completely dumbfounded. This, isn't this man who has been lying in it and sleeping for thousands of years, isn't he the ancestor of Wugu?He, hasn't he been dead for thousands of years?how come……
The four of them have been guarding here for more than ten years. The guards inside the temple are all strictly selected by Wugu. elite.However, for more than ten years, they have never entered those two doors, nor have they seen the people lying inside.
But in this place, people can only come in from the outside, who can come out from the inside?
Looking at the incomparable handsomeness of the man in front of him, but he was completely lifeless and lifeless, which was completely in line with the sleeping patriarch in the legend.Furthermore, besides the Patriarch, who else can come out of it?
The four looked at the man in front of them. Although they couldn't move their bodies, they could still turn their minds.
People in Fog Valley all know a legend, that is, the patriarch who died with the golden silkworm Gu was soaked in a special potion and lay in the innermost part of the temple. He also said that the soul of the patriarch is immortal. When the time and place are right and the people are right, he will wake up from the temple and continue his unfinished great cause during his lifetime.
Of course, over the years, although such legends have been circulating in Fog Valley, and everyone has always believed in it, no one knows when the Patriarch will wake up, and no one has seen him really wake up.
He has been asleep for a thousand years, and it is not certain that he will sleep for another thousand years.
Unexpectedly, he is now awake...
The dead man's face was ashen and pale, but there was a touch of excitement in his heart.
(End of this chapter)
Xia Jinhan's smile became even brighter, and her voice was very hearty, "Hehe... So, do you agree?"
Shangguan Qing'er replied depressedly, "Can I refuse?"
"Yes." Xia Jinhan replied with a smile, but his hands became more and more restless, "If you don't want me to rub your back for you, I'll rub it elsewhere."
Shangguan Qing'er blushed with anger, turned her head and cursed angrily, "Xia Jinhan, be more serious!"
"Am I not serious enough on weekdays? If I am serious at this time, I will be very tired." He said very seriously, and his face seemed to be really tired.
Shangguan Qing'er's heart moved, she took a deep breath, and instead of looking at his aggrieved face, said, "Then quickly rub my back, I'm sleepy and want to go to sleep."
"Okay!" Xia Jinhan said happily, picked up the towel and began to rub her back.
But for some reason, he was rubbing her back, and after rubbing it, it changed.
His kiss fell on her shoulders and neck, making Shangguan Qing'er tremble all over, she wanted to resist but felt powerless, and finally could only sink in bit by bit.
When the night wind blew up, there was an ambiguous atmosphere in the bath, and with the sound of cursing, there was a sound of splashing water, which was very joyful and aroused people's daydream.
foggy valley.
In the innermost part of the temple, the atmosphere is very strange.
The cold ice coffin was pushed away by a big pale and slender hand, making a muffled sound.
After a while, a man in a white robe sat up in the ice coffin.His eyes were red, and he stared blankly at the front. There was no trace of blood on his fair and handsome face with firm lines.
A head of knee-length silver hair was draped softly behind him, looking from a distance, it was as shiny as the silver threads emitted by the golden silkworm Gu.
He looks like he is in his early 30s, and he is dressed in a white robe, which is as dazzling as the silver-white hair on his head.His facial lines are resolute, and his facial features are exquisite, as if carved by a knife.His tightly pursed lips were pale, and his eyes were red, looking a little scary.But I have to admit that this is a handsome man.
He was cold all over, and his face was expressionless, but it was not difficult to see his handsomeness.
This kind of beauty is different from Xia Jinhan's coldness, Han Xiran's warmth, Leng Tianrui's coldness, and Feiying's indifference. pay homage.
Perhaps it was because he had been in a deep sleep for thousands of years. He gave people a feeling of being indifferent to strangers and repelling others for thousands of miles. People dare not approach him, or even look directly into his eyes.
I saw his red eyes turned around, raised his slender arms, and his empty eyes stared blankly at the small wound on his wrist that had dried up blood.
There seemed to be a crisp voice ringing in the ear.
"Master Patriarch, this junior has already taken enough blood, you can rest in peace. I won't bother you again from now on." A cheerful voice...
"Hey, don't scare me." A terrified voice...
"Master Patriarch, I don't want you to be so scary, go to sleep, I'll draw a little more blood from you, so I can come here to disturb you less from now on, you should be happy." The flattering voice...
And the last sentence of self-comfort, "Where is the ghost? Shangguan Qinger, you are scaring yourself again."
These voices echoed clearly in his mind, as if they had been in his memory for a long time.That crisp voice seemed to be calling him to wake up.
So, he woke up.
"Shangguan Qing'er?" He opened his mouth, and let out a dry and hoarse voice that seemed to come from the ground.
That voice, in this cold ice cellar filled with the smell of preservatives, seemed very frightening. If anyone heard it, they would be terrified.
He got up from the ice coffin, and his knee-length hair was gently brushed in white clothes, making him even more charming and inconspicuous.
He lifted his foot out of the ice coffin, glanced at the secret room with his red eyes, then lifted his foot and walked in the direction of the gate.
The gate is tightly closed, it is a very heavy stone gate, and it cannot be opened without opening the mechanism.
But he seemed to be very familiar with this place, and turned on the switch of the entrance and exit casually, as if he had not been lying here all these years, but had lived here.
The first door opens, followed by another stone door. This design is to prevent the outside air from entering the ice cellar when one door is opened. The two doors are designed to be opened one after another to isolate the air.
With a slight wave of his hand, the first door closed, and after a while, the second door opened, and he walked out of the ice cellar smoothly.
Seeing this tall man in fluttering white clothes and flying white hair, and the four black-clothed guards strictly guarding outside the second gate, his whole body stiffened immediately, and he looked at the man in disbelief with a terrified expression.
However, the tall man in white didn't give them any time to be astonished. With a wave of his hand, a powerful air flow attacked and the four guards with strong martial arts skills were immediately fixed there, unable to move.
The four guards looked at that man and were completely dumbfounded. This, isn't this man who has been lying in it and sleeping for thousands of years, isn't he the ancestor of Wugu?He, hasn't he been dead for thousands of years?how come……
The four of them have been guarding here for more than ten years. The guards inside the temple are all strictly selected by Wugu. elite.However, for more than ten years, they have never entered those two doors, nor have they seen the people lying inside.
But in this place, people can only come in from the outside, who can come out from the inside?
Looking at the incomparable handsomeness of the man in front of him, but he was completely lifeless and lifeless, which was completely in line with the sleeping patriarch in the legend.Furthermore, besides the Patriarch, who else can come out of it?
The four looked at the man in front of them. Although they couldn't move their bodies, they could still turn their minds.
People in Fog Valley all know a legend, that is, the patriarch who died with the golden silkworm Gu was soaked in a special potion and lay in the innermost part of the temple. He also said that the soul of the patriarch is immortal. When the time and place are right and the people are right, he will wake up from the temple and continue his unfinished great cause during his lifetime.
Of course, over the years, although such legends have been circulating in Fog Valley, and everyone has always believed in it, no one knows when the Patriarch will wake up, and no one has seen him really wake up.
He has been asleep for a thousand years, and it is not certain that he will sleep for another thousand years.
Unexpectedly, he is now awake...
The dead man's face was ashen and pale, but there was a touch of excitement in his heart.
(End of this chapter)
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