Sheng Chong Concubine

Chapter 1201 The Grand Finale (22)
Desolation and sorrow suddenly emerged in my heart.

How many infatuated children in this world, how many grievances and entanglements, how many times of prosperity and confusion, how many pairs of eyes are messed up, all thought that it was all the pursuit of this life.However, at the end of the world of mortals, looking back alone, a hundred years passed by in a hurry, leaving a blank space.

Wangchen's brief introduction for his own selfish desires caused chaos in the world, countless people were killed and injured, and his lover Lao Yan was separated.But when you think about it carefully, why isn't he sad?For a woman who never put him in his heart, he was alone for 600 years, and he did not hesitate to destroy his practice, just to see her again.

So affectionate, how many people in the world can match?
"Should we go out?"

She whispered to Feng Qingli.I always feel that at this moment, they shouldn't bother.

"You don't want to see Queen Ruixian anymore?"

Feng Qingli smiled slightly, her eyes were somewhat unpredictable.

"Hey, don't tell me, I almost forgot, where is Empress Ruixian?"

"Just look at it."

At this time, Wang Chen suddenly moved, he raised his hand, waved lightly, and the light gauze curtain was closed without a sound, and then he saw that the big flat bed was suddenly sunken.It turns out that this bed is also a mechanism.

Wangchen lowered his head, and after a while, the hammock was completely sunken into the ground, forming a rotating staircase at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"And the basement?"

Shen Qingxuan was slightly surprised, Feng Qingli embraced her, and waved away the veil that was in front of her.

"Let's go, let's go too."

"Ah."

Going down the secret room at the bottom along the spiral staircase, a cold fragrance immediately hits the nostrils.

It’s so cold!

Shen Qingxuan couldn't help but hugged her arms, Feng Qingli hurriedly hugged her into her arms.This basement is completely made of ice, and there is ice everywhere.The walls made of ice, the pillars made of ice, the eyes are white and foggy.

There is no roof, and in the lingering mist, there are ice sculptures of beautiful women, with various shapes and unique characteristics.

But at a glance, Shen Qingxuan could only vaguely see that those ice sculptures of beauties were all one person, and their eyebrows were as clear as the fairies in the paintings, and they were stunningly beautiful.

Before he could see clearly in the future, he felt the surrounding air suddenly tightened, and countless ice arrows shot rapidly from invisible directions, with fierce murderous aura.

Shen Qingxuan is very surprised that at such a dangerous moment, she can feel that the person who set up this mechanism must have a pair of gentle hands.Not for anything else, just for the many beauties of ice sculptures suspended in the air.

Those beauties are graceful and picturesque, and their expressions are lifelike, which makes people lose their minds.

It is conceivable that these ice sculptures of beauties must have been carved by a man.This beauty must be the love of his life, otherwise it would not be carved so vividly, making people feel like seeing a real person.

The whizzing ice arrows never stopped, and the three of them immediately used their kung fu to block it.I vaguely heard someone chuckle, the voice seemed far away, it seemed to have spanned a hundred years from the previous year, gentle, playful, and a bit glamorous and cold, through the air-conditioning that filled the room inch by inch, even the skin could feel it in an instant To the mingling of ice and fire.

"I didn't expect him to come here."

It's a man with a beautiful voice, elegant and pleasant, seemingly careless, but also aloof, reminiscent of a god standing in the clouds, looking down at all living beings.There was a slight smile on his demeanor, and a hint of sarcasm.

Shen Qingxuan's whole body trembled, and the soft sigh of a woman sounded in her ears again.

"He still can't let go? I don't know what the situation is now, why bother? Hey~"

It seems helpless, it seems melancholy, and there is a little bit of pity.

Shen Qingxuan's whole body stiffened in an instant, and the blood flowed backwards all over her body. She only felt that the voice was so strange and so familiar.No, what is familiar is not the sound, but the breath.The time spanning hundreds of years brought a distant breath from that world, which made her stunned for a moment, and almost forgot to react.

But at this moment, Wangchen called out in surprise and eagerness, "Yingbo, is that you? Is it you, right? I'm Tianxiang, I've come to see you, where are you..."

His voice has long lost the serenity and calmness of the past, and it is not as compassionate as in the Buddhist temple, but is agitated, even with unavoidable trembling and ecstasy, and slightly hoarse, containing Countless emotions, hearing it makes people's hearts feel like they are about to be torn apart.

I do not know when, Frostbolt has stopped.

Wangchen immediately ran forward, Shen Qingxuan stood there in a daze, and asked: "The ones who spoke just now were Emperor Tiansheng and Empress Ruixian? But haven't they all passed away for more than 600 years? How could..."

Feng Qingli said: "This should be a kind of formation. They left this passage with true energy more than 600 years ago, and then kept it here with the formation in this secret room and their lifetime skills. They did not die in this place. Only those whose last voices will be heard."

With a wave of his sleeves, the white mist had dissipated, and those floating ice sculptures could be seen clearly.

Dozens of beauties sculpted from ice are flying around in their clothes, their eyes are flowing like water in the refraction of light, and their skin is as delicate as jade, and the indifferent and beautiful smiles on their lips are all gathered in their eyebrows and eyes. Absolutely gorgeous.

With such an appearance, even Shen Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh in amazement.

"This is... Empress Ruixian?"

"should be."

There was a hint of wonder in Feng Qingli's eyes, but she was not as emotional as Shen Qingxuan.This is probably because Shen Qingxuan and Empress Ruixian are from the same world.

Behind the ice beauty, there are huge crystal coffins.At this moment, Wang Chen was standing three feet away from the crystal coffin.

"Yingbo..."

This low call seemed to have exhausted all his energy, hoarse and longing, and after many twists and turns, he finally found the joy and happiness of the beautiful woman.

The air was very quiet, and even the cold air flowing around seemed to feel his pain and joy, sadness and loneliness, and gradually eased.

"I've been looking for you all these years..."

He walked forward and suddenly stopped.

Shen Qingxuan looked over in surprise, but saw a person sitting beside the crystal coffin, no, to be precise, it was no longer a person, only the black clothes wrapped the dry frame.If you observe carefully, you can still see a forest of white bones hidden under the black robe that has not been changed for many years. Obviously this person has been dead for many years, but he can still sit quietly with the posture of withered bones.And the head is slightly tilted towards the crystal coffin, as if looking at the people inside.

A few feet away, time is far away, but Shen Qingxuan felt that the eyes of that person looking at someone at the last moment of his life were as gentle as sea water, containing deep-seated tenderness and nostalgia.

For some reason, the corners of her eyes suddenly felt sour.For those amazingly talented men and women in those years, for those amazing encounters, for those beautiful and gentle misses who passed by, for those affectionate people who have been separated from each other like the sea...a little tear came up.

(End of this chapter)