It turns out that I am the white moonlight of the cold boss [Rebirth]

The Snow Clan man holding Rabbit Yaw's wrist had an unfamiliar face, dressed in black, and frowned: "He's still useful, we can't kill him."

Tuya's gaze flashed, and the soft sword suddenly changed direction, this time attacking at a strange man.

"I only agree to cooperate with you, and you have the final say on how to deal with people."

The man's face darkened: "It seems that you are going to fight us?"

Tuya laughed like crazy: "We've never been the same, Fuling, what are you waiting for?"

Tuya confronts a strange man, only Fuling can act, this is an opportunity.

Qiu Lan hugged Yi Zheng tightly, took a deep breath, and fixed her almond-shaped eyes on Fu Ling.

Fu Ling met those eyes, and her mind was shocked. What kind of eyes are those eyes? They seem to be filled with moon and starlight, spreading out thousands of star seas. They are the downcast eyes of a god with all sentient beings in his heart, pity and sorrow.

The extended sword only hesitated for a moment, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, one big and one small disappeared.

But Fu Ling was still silent in those eyes, unable to recover for a long time.

The other two in the prison didn't care about the beating, and shouted angrily, "Where's the person?"

All of them were from the Snow Clan present, so they could naturally sense that there was no sign of those two people within the radius.

The strange man sneered, but he was not in a hurry. After all, if Tuya really killed the little highness, the high priest would have a headache, and gloated and said sarcastic words: "It's really a waste of time to fetch water from a bamboo basket. family?"

Tuya who was ridiculed stretched out his hand to slap Fuling's face: "You can't even look down on two people without spiritual power, trash, did you let them go on purpose?"

Fu Ling grabbed her hand and finally came back to her senses, with a grim expression on her face: "We are indebted to the Xiao family, not you, don't make a mistake."

After all, Fu Ling is also the son of the Xue Clan family, so it's fine if Yan En does something he doesn't want to do. A woman who was rescued by the Second Highness can't recognize her identity and flaunt her might to him, it's really unnecessary.

Tuya's face suddenly turned red and then turned white, she shook off Fu Ling's hand, and rushed out quickly, she couldn't believe how far those two could run.

Brother Guijing, they all forgot you and betrayed you, only I will not, must, must avenge you.

Feixue Palace, and the abandoned small courtyard of Hesheng Palace.

Qiu Lan's hands trembled slightly, and he couldn't stop it for a long time. It was as if there was a nail in his brain.

Ever since he accidentally got the Snow God's blessing at the last Blossom Festival, he has noticed that there is no source of pure spiritual power in his body. It is powerful, but it is rampant and difficult to control.

He didn't dare to use it, fearing that his spiritual power would lose control and die directly. He thought that he would use this unknown spiritual power to escape from the frost and get rid of Lin Ci's control as a last resort. It is necessary to use it under the circumstances.

Fortunately, Tuya only guarded against Yi Zheng from the beginning to the end, so that he could easily break the iron chain with spiritual power.

It was really hard.

Yi Zheng sensed that something was wrong with him, and he broke free from his embrace, showing his small face, with worry hidden in his eyes: "Mother."

Qiu Lan stretched out her hand to remove the iron chain on his ankle, and said softly: "Your Highness, don't bark, I'm not your mother."

Tears welled up in the almond eyes, and the little highness who had recovered his spiritual power was still tightly clinging to Qiu Lan's arms, and acted like a baby without hesitation: "You are."

Qiu Lan couldn't hold back and stretched out her hand to wipe his tears, and said solemnly: "Your Highness will see her real mother one day, if she knows that His Highness calls someone else's mother, she will be so sad."

Yi Zheng opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but the snow king's cold voice suddenly came from above his head: "He is indeed not your mother."

The tall shadows caged one big and one small inside, Qiu Lan raised her head, her face was stiff, she wanted to kneel down to pack her luggage, but her whole body became weak due to the use of spiritual power just now, she didn't move for a long time, and she called out in a low voice, "Your Majesty..."

Yi Guixue didn't think she let his son call her mother, did she?Qiu Lan's face was flushed with embarrassment that couldn't be suppressed.

In the past, I was misunderstood that I liked him, but now I was misunderstood that I was like a weirdo. A big man made other people's sons call his mother, and by accident, he still couldn't change his bad impression in Yi Guixue's heart.

Yi Zheng curled his lips, he didn't want to act like a child in front of his father, felt that he would lose face, and reluctantly withdrew from Qiu Lan's embrace.

Yi Guixue lowered her eyes high above, took off the fox fur cloak on her shoulders, shook off the snow on it, and with a flick of her hand, the cloak was covered on Qiu Lan's body, as if it still carried the residual warmth of Yi Guixue's body.

And the refreshing pine and cypress aroma.

The deep and pleasant voice always has a cool texture: "Put on and stand up."

Qiu Lan squeezed the cloak tightly after realizing it, and hesitantly put it on her back and stood up, her legs were still a little weak.

Yi Guixue was already walking ahead on her own, her tall back was like a straight pine and cypress, step by step, graceful and calm.

Yi Zheng waited for his father to turn around before slipping his little hand into Qiu Lan's.

Warm and warm, Qiu Lan felt guilty towards him, and did not get rid of him after all.

Yi Guixue, who was walking in front, flattened the corners of his mouth into a straight line. He thought this person must be a fake, and tried his best to stop the desire for him from the inside out.

Thinking that Yi Zheng got close to him inexplicably just because of his resemblance.

Is it really just a look alike?

Those identical almond eyes, the same warm eyes that seem to be able to tolerate everything, and then deliberately imitated, besides him, how many people would know the existence of the light red mole on the back of the neck?

If they approached intentionally, why did they desperately protect Yi Zheng, and why were they so close to Yi Zheng?

Yi Guixue's eyelids twitched, the truth gave him a feeling of both excitement and fear, the excitement was that the man came back to see himself and his son, and the fear was nothing but joy.

Qiu Lan was completely unaware of all this, he followed Yi Guixue into the Dazheng Hall unconsciously, and when he reached the entrance of the hall, he stopped and tilted his head: "Your Majesty..."

Yi Guixue turned her head abruptly, her gaze at this moment was like a long-hungry beast staring at its prey, Qiu Lan's heart skipped a beat, and she took a step back.

Soon, Yi Guixue's gaze returned to coldness, making Qiu Lan think that it was just an illusion produced by his blinking.

"You guys stay here, don't leave the Dazheng Hall." Yi Guixue gave the order without sadness or joy.

Qiu Lan didn't move, so two equally eye-catching faces, one big and one small, stared at him closely, as if they were waiting for him to move.

Silent urging.

He raised his legs stiffly, and walked into the Dazheng Hall step by step, like a docile prey that has thrown itself into a trap, completely unaware, the eyes of one big and one small are surprisingly consistent at this moment.

It's the look of victory.

Yi Guixue was about to turn around and leave, but Qiu Lang realized belatedly that she wanted to tell him about Tuya and Fuling first.

Yi Zheng grabbed Qiu Lan's hand and shook it: "In the entire Frostfall, there is no place that father's divine sense can't reach. Those people dare to make small moves under father's nose, and they don't take father seriously." gone."

Qiu Lan was taken aback, meaning that just now he and Yi Zheng were locked up and about to be killed, everything was seen by Yi Guixue, and he didn't show up, just watching the development of things silently, not afraid that his son would be killed hurt?

The former kings of the Snow Clan only stepped into the realm of demigods, and did not have the power to spread their spiritual consciousness throughout the entire Frostfall. It turns out that the Snow King still concealed something from the outside world. A snow god, but an existence that has completely stepped into the realm of gods.

It can be said that there is no one before, and there is only one in tens of thousands of years.

Then the conversation between him and Qiu Yan won't be heard by Yi Guixue, right?Probably not, Qiu Lan comforted herself, Yi Guixue is not so free.

A total of six glazed mirrors were damaged in Frostfall, five of which were outside Feixue Palace, and only one was inside the palace.

The palace guards have done countless trainings for this. After all, they seem to be guarding Feixue Palace, but in fact they are only guarding Liulijing.

They were trained to disperse the six damages, evacuate the residents, cut off the connection between the damage and the outside world, and prevent the monsters inside from escaping.

Then he waited for the king to come forward and use the power of the Snow God to step the ready-to-movement monster into the abyss again.

After Yi Guixue repaired six damages, she stood on the high place of the palace gate and wiped her hands carefully with a handkerchief.

After wiping, he let go, and the handkerchief fluttered down the city gate, landing in front of Tuya and Fuling who were kneeling below.

He stood too high, Tuya raised his head for a long time to stare at him, his neck was so sore, he could only bow his head angrily: "Yi Guixue, you killed your own brother, you will die badly, you can't tolerate yourself His stepmother has a vicious heart, let someone like you be the king, the Xue clan will be exhausted."

Yi Guixue didn't bother to put her eyes on a clown who jumped on the beam, looked at Fu Ling, Fu Ling let out a "slap" and threw herself on the ground, choked up and said: "I am guilty, please forgive me, the Xiao family saved the life of my mother, and I have no choice but to do it. I would like to apologize with death, and I also ask the king to be merciful and spare my younger brother, he doesn't know anything."

In the Dazheng Hall, Qiu Lan asked inexplicably: "How could Tuya think of using me to attract His Highness? I haven't seen her since I entered the inner palace."

Yi Zheng failed to get into Qiu Lan's arms, pouted: "Don't you already know the answer? Fuling approached you on purpose just to observe you."

So the cheerful and kind boy actually approached him for some other purpose, Qiu Lan found it hard to accept.

Yi Guixue on the palace gate frowned, pointed at Tuya: "Kill it."

The guards below took the order, and pressed Tuya's shoulders from left to right, and Tuya was still cursing: "You will die badly, I hope the one you love will never love you, I hope you will never get what you want." willing……"

Yi Guixue turned cold, and stretched out her slender fingertips to point at Tuya's forehead. In an instant, Tuya's whole body softened, and she fell backwards with her vicious glasses open.

A line of blood between the eyebrows meanders to the nose, lips, and flows to both sides of the face. Her body is quickly surrounded by a layer of ice and becomes an ice sculpture. Wish, wishful thinking.

The guards all held their breath and were too frightened to move. The king was angry, and the king seldom did anything himself.

Yi Guixue turned her head to look at Fu Ling, her expression seemed impatient: "Send him to Luoxingdu, forever, and never leave."

Fu Ling raised her head abruptly, her face was covered with tears, and she was a little dumbfounded. He thought he was going to die.

Even though Luoxingdu is a completely remote checkpoint, this is already an amnesty for him, because the king's implication is that his younger brother will not be involved.

Fu Ling wanted to cry even more, his eyes were red, and he followed a correct monarch.

He knelt down on the ground: "Sir, thank you, Your Majesty."

Fu Ling was taken away, and a guard suddenly stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, there is a person from the family asking to see him, and he said he is an old friend of the King."

Yi Guixue lowered his eyes casually, he couldn't remember any human race besides Qiu Lan who could be called his old friend.

The guard held something in both hands: "This is a token from that human race."

What the guard held in his hand was a white jade pendant, in the shape of a snowflake, with white tassels.

The next moment, Snow King had already moved in front of the guards, his expression could be called a gaffe, he grabbed the jade pendant, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Where is he?"

It was the first time for the guards to be so close to the Snow King, and they stammered in panic: "It's... outside the gate of the outer palace."

Yi Guixue was pinching the jade pendant, his bony fingers turned white, he suddenly remembered the person who was still waiting for him in the Dazheng Hall, calmed down a little, and said in a hoarse voice: "Bring him in."

Is Qiu Lan back?But who are the people in the Dazheng Palace?

Yi Guixue stared fixedly at the direction of the outer palace gate, time passed very slowly, the figure approaching from far seemed to be somewhat familiar, thin and soft, her black hair was blown up by the wind, and fell down gracefully.

As they got closer, a pair of identical almond eyes quietly looked at Yi Guixue.

The snowflakes were falling one after another, and Yi Guixue's long eyelashes accumulated a few small snowflakes.