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

When entering the Hall of Hesheng, Qiu Lan suddenly remembered how Qiu Yan recognized him when he couldn't even see people clearly in the dark.

Just standing on the palace wall and meeting Qiu Yan's unusually bright eyes, he finally realized where the sense of disobedience came from.

Qiu Yan was wearing a black dress, slim and simple, and he looked so familiar, it was clearly the uniform of the servants of Feixue Palace, why did Lin Ci let him wear this outfit when he brought him into the palace?

Pretending to be a servant, what do you want to do?

Reminiscent of the noise in the south, the timing of Qiu Yan's appearance is really strange, and Qiu Lan has to suspect that what happened in the south has something to do with him.

Qiu Lan didn't look at Qiu Yan any more, but turned her back to him, vaguely feeling that this separation might be the last karma between him and this younger brother.

"Go back to Dongzhou, this is not a place suitable for the survival of the human race."

When she was a child, Qiu Lan knew that she had a younger brother, but the adults shut him out with a cold and alienated attitude, and did not allow him to get close to his younger brother. He sneaked into the stepmother's yard in the middle of the night, and finally saw the little brother in the cradle. The younger brother of the white and soft little milk dumpling.

Chubby face, sleeping soundly in the night, suddenly opened a pair of big and round eyes to look at Qiulan, shining brightly, Qiulan was startled, ready to run away.

But the younger brother suddenly grinned at him, raised his little hand and swiped it in mid-air, as if trying to grab something.

The six-year-old Qiu Lan accidentally stretched out her hand and hooked that soft fleshy hand.

When I was young... my younger brother was still very clingy to him.

He sneaked out with his chubby younger brother on his back to play like crazy, and he often had to suffer a meal when he came back. The younger brother timidly hid behind the adults and peeked, tears filled his eyes, but Qiu Lan was very complacent, feeling like an older brother .

It fills his heart that has been deliberately ignored, deliberately left out, lonely and lonely, longing for affection for many years.

It's a pity that the younger brother who has grown up gradually doesn't want to get close to him anymore, and the younger brother who is influenced by the adults will look at him with strange and strange eyes.

Because his mother was a shameless woman who betrayed the Qiu family.

Qiu Lan jumped down, avoiding Lin Ci's outstretched hand, ignoring Qiu Yan's voice calling "brother" behind him.

Lin Ci withdrew his hand, the dark clouds were pushed away, revealing the pale moonlight, Qiu Lan's complexion became paler and paler, but it just matched the moonlight, it was the most moving color.

A person who should be jealous, but can disturb people's hearts, so that he doesn't even know what he wants.

He said something unclear: "After so many years, I finally know what is painted on that painting."

The words were filled with unspeakable bitterness.

Qiu Lan looked at him inexplicably.

Lin Ci shook his head, and suddenly stretched out his hand to touch Qiu Lan's face, landed on the tear mole at the corner of his eye, and drew a circle very lightly.

Qiu Lan frowned, and wanted to turn her head away, but Lin Ci suddenly shouted in a low voice: "Don't move! I'm leaving tomorrow, can I touch you?"

Qiu Lan was stiff, and finally asked the question in her heart for a long time: "Don't you have a deep affection for the king? If you really love someone, why would you go around to provoke others, and how can you expect the king to respond to you?"

Lin Ci was taken aback, and finally put down his hand, looked at Qiu Lan with strange eyes, and finally sneered: "Why do you think the king didn't respond to me?"

Meaningful, and finally opened the dangerous distance between the two.

Qiu Lan was still palpitating from Lin Ci's eyes, and suddenly heard a voice: "We're here, why don't we go to see the king."

Qiu Lan tilted his head, Lin Ci kept a cold face, and didn't look at him again.

He walked towards the strange palace in front of him step by step. Every step he took, the uncomfortable aura got closer. There seemed to be a sleeping giant evil beast in front of him, and even when he was asleep, he was exuding malice without delay.

This is the south side of Feixue Palace, no one is allowed to enter without permission.

The large plaque outside the hall is blank, and the wooden square is empty, hanging high above the door.

Qiu Lan covered her mouth, feeling a little nauseous, this place somehow made him feel uncomfortable, he pushed open the wooden door, and was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The entire hall was empty, except for a tall statue of a man in the center, made of white jade, standing on a high altar.

Yi Guixue's eyes are full of looks, it is the statue of Snow God.

Qiu Lan's hand holding the door swing tightened, and she wanted to retreat, only to see that the ground in the hall was full of dead monsters, the corpses were arranged in disorder, and blood flowed like a river.

A monster seemed to have climbed up the altar, but it stopped there. Its ferocious head was cut off completely, and the head fell under the altar, while the body remained on the altar, dripping blood downwards.

There had obviously been a tragic battle, or perhaps a massacre, here.

Qiu Lan's fingertips were slightly white, and he didn't go in for a long time. The remaining snow god's pressure in the air made his hair stand on end.

He raised his head, and the statue of Snow God turned into a phantom, Yi Guixue's figure gradually appeared, his black eyes seemed to be stained with blood, with a sense of weakness.

Yi Guixue was injured.

Qiu Lan was in a hurry, she didn't care about anything else, stepped on the ground made of flesh and blood, and walked quickly towards Yi Guixue: "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Yi Guixue swayed lightly, and the phantom in front of him was pushed away layer by layer. Looking at the person walking towards him, there was unconcealable worry in his almond eyes, like a god of salvation, a god that belonged to him alone.