Dressed in the white moonlight of the blind prince

Chapter 1 Predecessor: Origination and Destruction (1)

"Would you like to sacrifice Xuesha for me?" Han Shuang smiled beautifully, and the white feather on her forehead was lifelike, as if it was about to fall.

She had never smiled at Mingshang like this before, this was the first time.

Frost knows that 'Snow Kill' is the ultimate spell of the Demon Lord, and every Demon Lord must also inherit the unrivaled energy of 'Snow Kill' when inheriting the position.

However, everyone in the Three Realms also knew that when the demon king sacrificed 'Snow Kill', his magic power would be reduced to zero.

"Everyone says 'Snow Killer' is the most beautiful thing in the world, and I also want to see how it looks like flying snow in the endless darkness in this underworld." Frost continued.

Mingshang stretched out his hand to caress the feather on Hanshuang's forehead, then slowly slid down to her bright red lips, and suddenly smiled and said: "Okay!"

Known for being ruthless and brutal, the demon king unexpectedly had such a bright smile without a hint of gloom.

Frost never thought that he would say yes, but she had never seen him say no to her. In all these years in the underworld, any request he had made to her was just one word, "Okay."

She has been planning for so many years, but she never thought it would be so easy.

Mingshang stood in the middle of the boundless Manzhushahua, with a strange mark formed on his fingers, and he was chanting some kind of mantra in his mouth. Suddenly, he felt that the sky was spinning, and the sky gradually became clear, and it was no longer forever. Endless darkness.

Pieces of goose-feather-like snow fell from the sky, trembling, ups and downs, and rippling in the vast darkness, blooming large and coquettish flowers, wrapping the red mangosawa growing on the ground.

The combination of red and white, enchanting and pure, two extremes of such contradictions, is so harmonious at this moment, perfectly interpreting the most beautiful in the world.

Frost looked up at Mingshang.

The ribbon covering his hair was snapped, and the ankle-length hair was scattered on his back like splashes of ink. When the wind blew, the hair fluttered like a group of demons dancing wildly. His face gradually became transparent and blue and white, as clear as jade. The texture-like cracks, the blood vessels gradually became clear and gradually highlighted, alluring and ferocious.

Immediately afterwards, a layer of Ruoxue white light rose from the end of his hair, becoming whiter and whiter, dyed like a paint, from the end of the hair, winding upwards, bit by bit dyeing the hair full of black hair into gray, gray, It finally turned into pure white like snow.

His whole body became crystal clear, as if covered by a thin layer of ice.

"Is this Xuesha?" Frost asked.

"Yeah." Mingshang looked at her, his eyes fell on her as if they had substance, making her heart tremble slightly.

Hold the dagger that has been caged in the sleeve for a long time. This is a dagger that has been tempered by the gods. Whether it is a god, a demon, or a demon, once it is stabbed, there is no possibility of survival.

"It's beautiful." Frost said, "But, Mingshang, I'm sorry, I am a protoss, so we are at odds."

A cold light flashed across the dagger, and it finally landed on Mingshang's chest. Pieces of scarlet blood dripped down the white clothes, merging with the Manzhushahua on the ground.

Mingshang looked at Frost, smiled, stroked the feathers on her forehead again and asked, "Besides calculating, have you ever loved me?"

The purple eyes were as dry as a well, without waves or ripples. To him, this was no longer a question, but a sigh of regret.

Frost finally let go of the dagger, she wanted to hold his hand, but only held a piece of nothingness.

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Please collect, thank you!

(End of this chapter)