The strongest queen of the six realms

Episode 275
Two days and one night passed in a flash, and the dawn soon illuminated the land that was about to be stained with blood and war. Luo Qingchen sat by the small lake and used his hand instead of a wooden comb to comb his light blue hair. Her hair, her face reflected in the water.

A palm-sized melon-shaped face, with delicate and beautiful features, exuding a gentle coolness, the light blue hair on her forehead covered her two beautiful eyebrows, and a pair of blood-colored eyes like pigeon blood rubies glowed magnificently. The enchanting halo, rippling with light blue ripples, the small and straight nose, a little rouge falls on the lips, slightly raised, with the chill and charm of spring, contradictory and seductive at the same time, complementing each other .

The long light blue hair is entwined around her, looking from a distance, it looks like a blue enchantress blooming among the clouds, the snow-white gauze skirt reflects the fiery red at the end of the hair, conveying the breath of death out.

A slender and petite hand touched his cheek, then brushed away the broken hair on his forehead, looked at the imprint of the purple lightning hidden under the broken hair, narrowed his eyes slightly, the color of his eyes was dark, Rubbing the imprint with her fingers, she didn't know what she was thinking, and suddenly thought of Feng Ranmo, a man who was alluring but not frivolous, opened his lips lightly, and murmured: "Feng Ranmo, who are you?" His breath is so familiar, why the heart can't help throbbing as soon as he gets close to him, and the eyes are the same, the blood flowing down from the eyes that night is inexplicable.

The hand caressing the imprints slowly slid down to cover the eyes that were bleeding that night, looking at the reflection in the lake with one eye, until there was another reflection in the lake, Luo Qingchen let go of the hand covering the eyes .

"What are you thinking about? So engrossed." She stretched out her hand and pulled Luo Qingchen up, holding her in her arms. Si Yajun asked with a light smile.

Luo Qingchen shook her head and nodded again, fearing that Si Yajun wouldn't know what she meant, she pursed her lips and said, "I'm just wondering who that Feng Ranmo is? I hope today's battle won't be too much. For a long time, Yucuo can't delay, and I don't want to waste time, even if I kill the entire hidden family, I will not hesitate." She must get those things, she only needs the result, not the process .

At the mention of Feng Ranmo's name, Si Yajun's body froze, and her complexion was a little ugly, but she didn't say anything, so she raised her hand and rubbed Luo Qingchen's combed hair just now, "Don't think too much, No matter what, I will always be by your side, and I will give my full support to whatever you want to do, just let go and do it.”

Luo Qingchen used to be a girl who could do whatever she thought of, but this trip to the human world changed her temperament a lot, but what she still couldn't hide was the mark that Sheng Qingjue had carved on her body, bloodthirsty Indiscriminate killing, no one who offends her will be let go, what she wants, even if it is robbed, must belong to her, what she doesn't want, she would rather destroy it than give it to anyone, and watch others die in front of her The eyes will never blink.

She, both Luo Qingchen and Wang Chuan, the girl who was given the name of the dark meaning of death, lives in a world where there is no light or warmth, but fortunately, he grabbed her hand and brought her out up.

"Yeah." Leaning on Si Yajun's chest, Luo Qingchen squinted slightly and looked into the distance, where the golden light gradually bloomed, and at the same time, in the Snow Country Palace.

This happened a few days ago, the night Luo Qingchen and others left.

Qing Xuechen's mausoleum was stolen, not only that, none of the officers and soldiers guarding them survived, they were all killed by one move, and the body of his most beloved and guilty sister Xuechen disappeared, which made the always cold Qing Wushuang was indifferently angry.

(End of this chapter)