Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Silence, as if it were a cold corpse.

However, when he opened his eyes, he sat up slowly from the ice bed.

Ungodly blue eyes, as if drawn by something.

Turn around and look towards the stone door where the cloud dance opened.

And in the direction that the blue eye sees, the cold smell, as if it had dropped several degrees in an instant, the little ice column brush appeared on the ground.

Flashing, chilly.

If ordinary people see this scene, they'll be surprised.

However.

Still dancing in the clouds outside the stone gate, naturally unaware of the scene on the other side of the ice sculpture.

I couldn't help but shake a cold tremor and rub my arm when that chill flashed over the ice cellar.

“It's cold! What the hell is this ice cellar for? ”

He muttered, and the cloud danced slowly inside.

Whatever it takes to get a group of warcraft to guard the doors of a six-stage warcraft, it will never be a regular ice cellar.

Since the cloud dance is here, there is no intention to return empty-handed.

Even if this is a regular ice sculpture, she's going to ruin it.

At the very least, the master will have to lose some money before she runs all night into the tiger's cave.

However, when walking into the ice cellar, the cloud dance did not close the stone door.

It's so cold, it's probably frozen into ice sculptures when it's closed.

But the cloud dance just walked in.

“Boom!”

The stone door closed automatically without touching any of the switches.

That was fast and didn't even react to the cloud dance.

This sudden situation frightened the clouds.

Almost simultaneously, the elements of fire jumped in hand, illuminating the entire white cold cellar.

In this case, the heart of the cloud dance is somewhat cold.

Grabbing the Guwu knife with one hand, jumping on the elements of fire with one hand, purple eyes sweeping around, eyes fully alert.

Something's wrong!

Because this ice cellar seems too cold.

She has elements of fire in her body that make her feel cold and strange about the blood clotting.

That feeling.

Somehow it felt the same way when the teenager used the cold fire.

The cloud dance couldn't help but chill.

Is that the teenager here?

This idea just passed in my mind, and the bottom of the cloud dance suddenly went down, and the bottom of my eyes became more alert.

But around, a silence.

No one's breathing fluctuated at all, and there's no movement.

Only that cold white air spread, along with that carved, refined ice sculpture.

Only, in the light of her fire element, the ice sculptures around her were crystal-clear and beautiful.

And the cloud dance walks in slowly, and it's almost clear.

This ice cellar, about five or six hundred square meters, is very spacious, and the ice in the ice cellar is carved like a castle.

Outside the castle, there is also a small gazebo.

Tables, chairs...

One piece, all very beautiful carvers, somehow gives a sense of being inhabited.

Live here?

Someone lives here?

Originally, cloud dance was just a flash of suspicion.

But at this moment, a small footstep suddenly came from deep into the ice cellar.

Cloud-dancing eyes were cold.

Is someone really here?

Shortly afterwards, I saw a shadow, as if I was slowly coming out of the cold fog, from the depths of the ice sculpture.

That step, very slowly.

But every step seemed to be heard, the sand raised by the ice column.

And that cold air, it seemed, came along with that shadow.

Cold!

Especially cold.

Almost at that moment, the white frost was frozen on the eyelashes of the cloud dance, and the lips were chilling and trembling.

Damn it.

Who the hell is that?

The feeling of crisis at the bottom of the cloud dance instantly swelled up.

At that moment, I wanted to turn around and retreat.

But I found out.

Somehow, under her feet, she was frozen from the ground ice, like she had roots.

With the exception of the ancient martial arts knife in his hand, the fire element in his left hand, although not extinguished, was wrapped in a layer of ice.

What the hell is going on?

Yet!

Just as the cloud dance faded, ready to stir up the dark fire of the ancient sword.

The walking figure finally came out of the cold.

Those azure, godless eyes met the cloud-dancing gaze.

And at that moment, the cloud dance felt that the body shocked, and the whole human mind, like a moment, was attracted to the past by those blue eyes.

Blue, not sky blue.

It's the kind of glacial current that goes deep into the ocean floor.

Extremely cold.

Makes her feel like her soul is frozen.

“Who are you?” Low voice, cold coming.

But it was under that sound that the cloud dance was frozen before suddenly slowing down God.

“Who are you?” The cloud dance almost came back with his questioning.

Only, that's a young man in his early twenties.

Dressed in a light blue shirt with white blue eyes and abnormal snow and white skin, the Five Officers are more beautiful than women.

What a beautiful ice-cool man.

But somehow, the first time I saw him.

It makes people feel, all the time, that this man is like an ice sculpture, not a man!

There was absolutely no sense of popularity from him.

Instead, the cold air was full.

The man was listening to the cloud-dancing question, and the atheistic blue eyes seemed to flash past a slight fluctuation.

It sounded so loud that he approached the clouds again.

And this proximity, the cloud dance almost changed its face, shivering with a "click” of cold, and the lips were all frozen in purple.

Damn it!

Turns out the chill in this place came from him.

What the hell is he?

The man stopped two steps from the cloud dance.

Those godless blue eyes stared straight at the cloud dance like that: "You are the first person to ask me, after I wake up, who is human! ”

Just see, right at the moment he talks.

The cloud dance had already felt that under her feet the frozen feet, the ice brushed up and almost froze to her calf position.

The body also began to form a thin layer of ice.

Blood is frozen, too.

It's cold. It's really cold on her.

But he also made the cloud dance clear.

Turns out, the man in front of you is not human at all.

Before I was completely frozen into an ice sculpture.

Cloud dance is almost out of instinct. In a hurry, it brings out the "fire of origin” in the Chaos Palace, which cannot be easily moved.

The moment the original fire started, the cloud dance felt burned to bitterness.

But when the ice on your body meets the fire of its origin.

“Click!” The subtle sound of the ice breaking.

Frozen blood, too, is starting to warm up!

The ice on your body, it starts melting...

However, just when the original fire smell on the cloud dance began to melt the ice cold...