Qiao Yiqing stared at the silver gate in front of her, felt the energy coming from the wriggling characters, and was secretly shocked.

She believed without hesitation that as long as she took a step forward, the power of fluctuations would be turned into a pool of blood.

Looking at the door in front of him, Qiao Yiqing was helpless and helpless.

Just as she was worried about how to get in, the blood gourd hanging around her neck moved.

Qiao Yiqing took it off and put it in the palm of her hand, and saw it suddenly turned into a key, flying straight towards the circular characters on the silver gate.

It roamed in the characters, and then heard a rumbling sound—

The silver door suddenly opened, and an ancient aura mixed with ice came to my face.

That's OK?

Qiao Yiqing was stunned, caught the blood gourd flying back, hung it back on her neck, and then walked towards the gate.

Cold! The cold wind is biting cold!

The bitter cold wind whistled, and the white area in the cold palace was like an ice cellar.

The ice cubes are reflected in it, and there are rays of cold light, making people feel like they are thorns.

Qiao Yiqing moved forward carefully, looked around carefully, and shivered by the cold wind.

The temperature dropped a little bit, and Qiao Yiqing also felt her body gradually stiff, her keen facial features were a little slow to be frozen, and her forward movements also slowed down.

This place was too cold and living creatures could not stay for a long time. She knew that if she continued like this, she would not only not find any clues, but she would also have to pay her life.

At this time, she went deeper and her body became weaker and weaker. Just as Qiao Yiqing was struggling with whether to continue moving forward, screams came from the depths-

"Roar—roar—"

Qiao Yiqing's heart trembled when she heard the sound and her face became shocked.

The sound is so familiar that it makes people feel heartbreaking!!!

Qiao Yiqing hurriedly ran into the depths, and the shocking scene made her stop.

In the depths of whiteness, deep surrounded by ice, a man with a red (harmonious) naked upper body knelt on the ground, his silver hair was blown around by the cold wind, and his bloody hands were wrapped around by iron chains, forming a cross.

His fair skin was stained red with blood, and every inch of his skin was covered with deep blood marks.

He raised his head and roared, and every sound shook the cold palace.

"roar--"

I saw a few lightning bolts of lightning hit him out of thin air, shaking on him, bringing bloody paths, none of which burst out of shocking flesh, and blood gushed out, and blood was filled with the ground.

“Ah————”

His voice was hoarse and waving with unbearable pain.

Then, countless ice thorns flew in front of him, piercing into his body.

With a "Puchi" sound, blood surged like a spring, like a bloody man.

He opened his mouth, and every shout was heartbreaking.

Qiao Yiqing covered her mouth and controlled the sound that was about to come out of her throat. Her whole body twitched, and a series of depressing and painful sighs seemed to be pulled out of the depths of her soul, scattered in the cold palace.

What exactly has he experienced?

Is this what he calls minor injuries? Is the so-called battle?

Tears rolled down, wet her clothes and the cramped heart.

Qiao Yiqing couldn't stand it, so she immediately stepped forward and rushed forward to resist everything for him. She would suffer these sufferings and sins!

However, at this time, his hands stretched out from behind and grabbed Qiao Yiqing's arm.

"Don't go, you will distract him and become possessed." A cold voice suddenly rose behind him.

Qiao Yiqing instinctively turned around and raised her arm and slashed her vertically.

The man gently brushed his sleeves and easily resolved Qiao Yiqing's seemingly powerful attack.

Qiao Yiqing was shocked and turned to look at him, her eyes emitting a little surprise.

The man in front of him was dressed in white, his cold expression could not tell his joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, and his deep eyes were filled with a bit of sorrow.

Qiao Yiqing has never seen a man as beautiful as ice and snow.

He is like a snow lotus standing proudly on the snow mountain, white and crystal clear, noble and elegant.

"He won't die. You'd better leave earlier when no one notices it." The man in white said to Qiao Yiqing, but his eyes looked through her and looked at Xuan Mingche.

Qiao Yiqing held back her doubts and shook her head firmly: "No, I won't leave, I want to suffer for him, I can't watch him stay here alone!"

When the man in white heard this, his eyes slashed, he reached out and pinched Qiao Yiqing's neck, and warned viciously: "You will only make him go crazy. If he makes any mistakes, I will definitely kill you!"

Qiao Yiqing met his eyes without fear and asked: "Who are you?"

"Don't try to challenge my patience limit. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have been like this. Get out of the cold palace immediately and don't let me see you again!" The man's handsome face was filled with a fury, and he swung her away a lot.

Qiao Yiqing heard the important message, grabbed his sleeve and asked anxiously: "What did you say? What do you mean for me?"

The man's cold and hard face was full of sinisterness. He pulled back his sleeves in disgust and rebuked: "Get out! Don't even think about putting a word out of my mouth!"

Qiao Yiqing was warned by him, and her body stagnated and stiffened for a long time before her emotions gradually settled down, and she found some reason.

Then he stared at Xuan Mingche and said calmly: "I will come to see him every day."

After saying that, she turned around and left—

One day, she will definitely know!

The man was stunned by Qiao Yiqing's attitude and his eyes followed her back.

What kind of person is this woman who is loved by Xuan Mingche?

I was puzzled, or something unknown has begun to take root—

Qiao Yiqing dragged her tired body back to Xuan Mingche's residence.

Under the custody of the palace maids, I lay on the bed early.

She looked up at the top of the bed, and a terrible scene circling in her mind, and tears quietly slid down—

She didn't know how much Xuan Mingche had carried for her, and she didn't know what he had hidden.

She didn't come forward to disturb him, she didn't want him to know her worries, and she didn't want him to make any mistakes.

In order to preserve his feelings and dignity, Qiao Yiqing had no choice but to pretend to know nothing.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps sounded outside.

"Where is the madam?"

"Return to the Lord, the lady is already sleeping."

"Oh? Then you guys go down first-" There was a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Yes, I'll leave--"

Another sound of footsteps gradually traveled far away.

Qiao Yiqing quickly wiped away her tears, closed her eyes, and quietly waited for his arrival.

The door was gently pushed open, and he heard him coming to the edge of her bed, tucking open the corner of the quilt, getting into the quilt, and wrapping her arms around her, holding her in her arms.

He looked at Qiao Yiqing who was sleeping peacefully, and couldn't help but kiss her forehead, and the soft light of happiness and pampering in his eyes were released.

Qiao Yiqing endured the pain of her heart being tampered with her hands around him and asked in a low voice: "Why did you come back so late?"
Chapter completed!