Straight man's goddess system

Li Yan clenched his hand tightly, and He Weicai suddenly came back to his senses.

Although astonished and confused, He Wei has gone through a lot of things. After countless times of tempering, his heart is like a diamond, and it is almost indestructible, so he calmed down immediately.

This group of Ice Race is obviously saluting to them, Li Yan is a blood race, pure, they naturally wouldn't respect a blood race as a saint, so they probably called him.

By this time, He Wei also realized that the Bing Shihua in his body was the Holy Spirit of the Ice Tribe, probably because he released the Bing Shihua in the tunnel just now, and they sensed it, and then they appeared in unison. Furthermore, he solved the maze and released him and Li Yan.

Just thinking like this, one of the crowd took a step forward, and half-kneeled on the ground after stepping out: "I didn't know the honor before, and I was rude to the saint, Chenyue is willing to ask for punishment."

Although he lowered his head, He Wei could still see clearly that the Ice Tribe who called Chenyue was the one who attacked them in the tunnel just now.

He Wei didn't kill him at that time, and in this situation, he would not make things difficult for him, but now he hasn't fully figured out the situation, it's not convenient for him to speak, so he kept his voice silent for the time being.

He didn't make a sound, but someone did.

The leader, a man with a sapphire on his forehead, stepped forward, leaned slightly, and said, "Please forgive me, the sage, Chenyue is only following orders, and I really didn't expect you to appear in the maze. If you want to punish, Chen Xin is willing to accept the punishment for him."

He also half-kneeled on the ground, and suddenly there was a trace of restlessness in the crowd, which showed that this person had a very high status in the Ice Race and was quite prestigious.

He Wei heard the name, but suddenly thought of the chatter he heard when he first woke up, "Thanks to Elder Xin for discovering them, the orphan and widow did not freeze to death in the ice and snow wasteland." '

If I remember correctly, the Elder Xin they are talking about is probably the Ice Clan.

He Wei paused for a moment, he wanted to take a step forward, but Li Yan raised his eyebrows and held him even tighter, He Wei didn't move, so he stood here and said from a distance: "Elder Xin, please stand up, I wonder if I can borrow a step?" say?"

When he said these words, Chen Xin suddenly raised his head, there was a trace of astonishment in his light gray eyes, but only for a moment, he frowned and said: "Holy one, please come with me."

As he spoke, he took a step forward, and then walked towards the side hall on the left, He Wei winked at Li Yan, and then followed together.

He Wei naturally saw the surprise on Chen Xin's face just now. It seems that he guessed right. This 'Holy One' doesn't know them, and they naturally don't know 'Holy One' either. It must be because the Holy Spirit of the Ice Race is in his body.

This ice palace is gorgeous, although it is braving the slightest bit of chill, but it can't stop such beautiful and meticulous carvings, strolling in, the light footsteps echoed in the palace, quite ethereal.

He Wei looked at Chen Xin's smooth silver hair, and suddenly thought of his master. To be honest, Song Duanyi really looked like a Bingzu, with the same snowy skin and silver hair, the same temperament, and even the unique voice. They are all like the cold snow in the mountains, extremely pure but with a hint of coldness.

If he hadn't known that Song Duanyi was a human race, he couldn't help but wonder if there was any connection between them.

However, the body of the Ice Race is special. They are indeed very powerful in the extremely cold place, but as soon as they step out of the icy snowfield, they will lose their strength immediately. If they encounter a fire attack again, they will be burned in just a moment , and then it will melt into frost and disappear into this world.

But fortunately, the Ice Race has a unique puppet technique, which outsiders call the thaumaturgy of bringing the dead back to life. Although it dies, the soul will return to the extremely cold place, and when the ice and snow fill, it will reshape the body.

However, there are also many dangers in this. The Ice Clan can only use this puppet technique nine times in a lifetime, and after nine times, they will lose their souls.

However, the Ice Race is a very fragile existence away from the extremely cold place, and death is only an instant thing. Nine times sounds like a lot, but it is really not enough for that weak body.

It is precisely because of this that the Ice Tribe almost never leaves the extremely cold place, and it is precisely because of this that even though Song Duanyi looks very much like the Ice Tribe, no one has ever regarded him as an Ice Tribe.

It is really impossible for the Ice Race who left the ice field to have such a powerful force.

He Wei withdrew his thoughts, they had already passed through the wide passage and arrived at the side hall.

Chen Xin summoned the maidservant, set out snacks and tea, and then said respectfully: "The sage please taste it."

He Wei only glanced away before looking away. He looked at Chen Xin and said straight to the point: "I was not born in an extremely cold place."

Chen Xin's body was slightly stiff, but he calmed down immediately, and his voice was gentle: "Since the saint is recognized by the Holy Spirit, he is the well-deserved king of the Ice Race."

Sure enough, it is related to the Bingshihua, but He Wei didn't expect it to be so related. As long as there is this flower, is it the ruler of the Ice Clan?Although Chen Xin said so, of course He Wei would not just believe it.

His face remained motionless, he just stared at Chen Xin, and then said seriously: "I have no intention of interfering in the affairs of the Ice Clan."

As soon as these words came out, Chen Xin suddenly looked up at him.

He Weiwei stared at him, so he could naturally see his expression changing. Seeing him like this, He Wei felt relieved, it seemed that he had hit the point.

Not to mention Chen Xin's astonishment, even Li Yan raised his eyebrows to look at him, but there is still some difference in altitude between the two of them, and their teenage bodies are really disturbing, so he only took one look and then looked away.

Chen Xin hesitated for a while, then stepped back slightly, and knelt down on his knees: "You are the king bestowed on us by the heavens, and your orders are above all else. All the subjects of the Ice Tribe wish to serve the saint from generation to generation."

He Wei raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that the Ice Tribe saint would have such a lofty status, but why did the Ice Tribe do this?Just because of the approval of the Holy Spirit of the Ice Tribe, can you trust a person numbly?Can you even disregard your temper and discriminate between right and wrong?

Leaving aside whether this is just a gimmick, even if it is really as Chen Xin said, He Wei is not interested.

He originally wanted to test Chen Xin, and let Chen Xin take the initiative to speak, so that he could take advantage of the situation to make a request, but he didn't expect that the Ice Race would be so stubborn.

In this case, he will not waste time.

Contrary to the indifference just now, He Wei smiled and helped Chen Xin up, and then said bluntly: "Elder Xin, I won't talk nonsense anymore, I think you also know who the blood family around me is."

Chen Xin was taken aback for a moment, of course he could tell who the blood clan was, but he didn't expect He Wei to bring it up directly.

He Wei looked at him with a smile, not giving him a chance to prevaricate: "I wonder if Elder Xin can tell me where the Blood Lingzhu is now?"

Qingluan Peak.

Above the ice spring, the lingering mist overflowed. Song Duanyi was wearing casual clothes, took off his jade crown, and let his silver hair spread down his back. He was sitting by the pool, with a white jade chess piece sandwiched between his white index finger and middle finger. He was staring at the chess game in front of him.

In a trance, a phantom suddenly appeared out of thin air, Song Duanyi paused, and the chess piece on his fingertips fell, and then he turned his head suddenly: "What's wrong?"

The phantom half-kneeled on the ground, lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Young Master He passed out in the Wandering Spirit Secret Realm."

Song Duanyi got up abruptly, his wide robe swept the chessboard into chaos, but he didn't realize it at all, and just asked coldly, "Is there any news from the capital of the underworld?"