Qing Ming

This is a boundless vast sea of ​​clouds, and in the midst of this sea of ​​clouds there is a milky white palace, which stands majestically, without foundation stones, and does not need bricks, tiles and powder walls, just like it should have existed in this white mist-shrouded void In general, ethereal and nothingness, with the flow of air, the whole palace is hidden in the void.

Chi Chi!

A ball of white light floated in the distant void, and shot into the palace with the sound of air friction, without any hindrance, because this palace didn't have a door wall at all, and it didn't need a door wall.

The white light entered the palace, circled around in the air and fell slowly. It turned out to be a man in white robe, his face was very cold, so cold that there was no trace of fireworks.

The palace is as quiet as death, and there is no human figure in sight. The most conspicuous thing is the two rows of human-shaped stone statues standing silently on both sides. There is a milky-white male statue in the middle. , the thick and indissoluble white mist lingered endlessly on the soles of the feet, even the ankles were hidden in the mist.

The white-robed man let go of his eyes, bowed to the statue in the center of the hall, and said: "I want to report to the God Lord, the Destiny Spirit Immortal failed to capture the Vulcan back, and the magic circle in the place where the God was imprisoned has been broken. Please, please Tell the lower world!"

The statue remained motionless, a halo flashed across the stiff body, and a thick and distant male voice sounded in the hall.

"I already know about the affairs of the human world, so why do you need you, Ancient God Xuanbing, to descend to the realm in person? I have made arrangements for the affairs of the human world!"

"God Lord..." The white-robed man was still about to say something, but he felt the air around him suddenly tense, and even half of what he said was forced back into his throat.

"Go!" The male voice resounded, and the two short words seemed to contain an irresistible force, and the whole hall shook slightly in these two words.

The man who was called the Ancient God of Xuanbing bowed his head in salute, a look of disappointment appeared on his cold face, his wide cuffs flicked lightly and turned into a ball of white light that floated out of the hall and disappeared in the blink of an eye .

"Could it be that the Ancient God Xuanbing also sensed his aura?" The male voice in the hall sounded again, as if whispering to himself, and then the silence returned to the hall, leaving only those icy statues standing in the dense white space. In the fog...

The carriage was bumpy on the road for two days, and Liu Qiankun also sat cross-legged for two days with his eyes closed, without dripping water, like a statue, no matter how bumpy the car was, he would not move.

Liu Qiankun has long been distracted. For the past two days, he has basically been tirelessly perceiving things thousands of miles away with his spiritual sense. At this time, his divine sense has already penetrated into the imperial city of the Ice Empire without anyone noticing. As a descendant of Yan and Huang, he still has to resolutely implement the famous saying of knowing yourself, knowing your enemy, and winning a hundred battles.

His spiritual sense quietly swept around the imperial city, and finally locked in front of a heavily guarded palace gate. He saw two silver-armored sergeants slowly walking into the palace gate with a heavy wooden box. Out of curiosity, he dived in.

The hall was dazzled by a bewitching blood red, the ground, walls, beams, and furnishings... even the covers on the gums were dyed dark red, as if fished out of a sea of ​​blood, Liu Qiankun was slightly taken aback , There was an inexplicable sense of disgust in my heart.

"Report to Your Majesty, the servants will be delivered!" A sergeant sang and reported to the figure on the gum bed.

"Go down!" A lazy female voice came from the gums, but there was no half maid waiting on the side in the huge hall, which seemed a little strange.

The two soldiers bowed and exited the door, only to hear the heavy vermilion lacquer door slam shut. Liu Qiankun had already found out that there was a person in the wooden box, a strong and strong man.

"Come out!" The Queen's voice on the gums carried a soft charm, and her body moved on the bed accordingly, turning into a side-lying position.

Click!

The wooden box opened in response to the sound, and a handsome young man came out from inside. He was bare-chested, with solid muscles stretched out high, like a body that envied others.

"Meet Your Majesty the Empress!" A slightly magnetic baritone voice spewed out from the man's mouth. The man bowed to the person on the gums and saluted, but he couldn't stop looking at everything around him from the corner of his eyes.

"Heck! What a handsome young man, I really don't want to part with it. There is wine on the table, how about a couple of cups?" The charming voice sounded again, and the woman on the bed lazily brushed away the clothes in front of her. sheer curtain.

What a posture of willow catkins, what a delicate but not gorgeous face, the man's eyes that were wandering around all of a sudden focused on the barefoot strolling figure, two points of excitement flashed in his eyes of light.

Liu Qiankun quietly hid his consciousness in a corner, watching the farce that was about to start with 'cold eyes', a faint smile inadvertently appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The empress looked at the stunned man in front of her with a shy look, and said angrily, "What are you looking at? Is there a flower on my king's face?"

"Oh! There are flowers, how can your majesty's appearance be compared with flowers, I am afraid that even the leader of thousands of flowers will be eclipsed in front of your majesty..." The man was quite knowledgeable, and he flattered him with a smile on his face .

The queen smiled sweetly, and said softly: "Why don't you invite the young master and the king to have a glass of thin wine first?" After speaking, she moved lightly to the table.

The man happily replied: "Thank you, Your Majesty. Tonight is accompanied by a beautiful woman and good wine. Even if I give up this life, it is worth it!" Those two wolf-like dim lights still betrayed his intentions completely.

The queen picked up the flagon and poured two cups of blood-red wine, softly raised a cup and handed it to the man, with her delicate body slightly on one side, and a large piece of snow-covered skin was exposed at the lower part of the skirt, which made the man see His blood vessels were dilated, and his eyes were glare.

The man took the glass of fine wine with a slightly trembling hand, raised his head and drank it clean, only to feel a scorching hot air go straight down his throat and reach his lower abdomen, turning into a scorching flame and burning blazingly .

"Is the young master very hot? Why don't I dance a song to help the young master drink?" The queen smiled coquettishly and walked into the hall, her willow waist lightly swayed and danced.

At this moment, all the music accompaniment is already superfluous, the swaying figure dances with the excited heartbeat, and every movement contains the most primitive body language, sometimes bending the body into an unbelievable arc, sometimes Lifting the jade legs again, the uneven figure turned into indescribable heat in this silent twisting, making the blood-like red air rippling in circles...

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