Prosperous Beauty System

Xie Weiyan slowly opened his eyes and turned his head sideways.

That face, like flowers and trees piled up with snow, is as bright as the morning glow, as bright as the bright moon.

He looked at Duan Yunshan with calm eyes and no extra emotion, "You're here." His voice was also very weak, as if he didn't have much strength to speak.

The mist in the cloud couch dissipated, revealing Xie Weiyan's appearance lying on the couch in a long-sleeved cloud coat, with a black and white handsome face, really beautiful and beautiful, refined and unconventional.

Duan Yunshan heaved a sigh of relief, and the black pupils were smudged with tenderness, "You have been sleepy recently, but you are still not feeling well?"

Xie Weiyan shook his head, and frowned in discomfort, "It's just that my head hurts."

Duan Yunshan wanted to help him up, but Xie Weiyan gently pushed him away, "I'll do it myself." He propped up with one hand, half of his body was straightened up, and his white long sleeves were also hanging down the edge of the couch.

He shrank his legs and wanted to turn around. During the movement, there was a sound of "clanging" from the iron chain, and the looming golden light suddenly appeared, locking Xie Weiyan on the cloud couch, preventing him from moving any more cents.

Pain flashed in Duan Yunshan's eyes, and he hurriedly hugged Xie Weiyan in his arms, "Weiyan? Weiyan?"

Xie Weiyan's wrists and ankles were bound so painfully, these shackles were made of thousands of years of ice, unless the person who pressed him under the unknown sea came in person, no one in the world could break the iron chains.

"It hurts..." Xie Weiyan's forehead was sweating, and his face was full of pain.He doesn't have any spiritual power here, just like a mortal, he suffers from poison barrier and frost every day.

Thinking of the man who suppressed him here, Xie Weiyan's usually calm eyes flashed with hatred.

"Whisper!"

Duan Yunshan wanted to use his spiritual power to relieve his pain, but he never imagined just touching the shackles on Xie Weiyan's wrists, where the frost was everywhere, spreading along Duan Yunshan's fingertips like scales.

"Leave me alone!" Xie Weiyan's eyes turned hard, and he pushed away the anxious Duan Yunshan, and snuggled up to the edge of the couch, completely soaked, motionless.

"Wei Yan!" Duan Yunshan staggered a few steps after being pushed by him.

"Leave me alone..." Xie Weiyan's back was sweating from the pain, and he had no energy to speak.

There were needles hidden in the shackles, which were used to restrain him. If he acted rashly, what he was waiting for would definitely not be the painless punishment he is now.

Duan Yunshan's fingers turned white, "I'll go and beg him to let you go."

Xie Weiyan's hatred gradually grew, "Don't ask him! It's been 150 years, and I can afford to wait for the remaining 50 years!"

Duan Yunshan wanted to step forward and hug him tightly, but he was afraid of causing the iron lock's displeasure, so he could only suppress the pity in his heart, "Okay, I won't ask him."

Xie Weiyan was leaning on the edge of the couch, his black hair was scattered all over the couch, his chest heaved and heaved, and there was pain between his brows, "Go, you go out..." Don't see him like this.

Xie Weiyan was suppressed here for many years, and Duan Yunshan was here with him many years ago.

The beloved was in pain and despair, but there was nothing he could do.Duan Yunshan walked back to the palace and smashed all the furnishings in the palace.

The two Taoist boys outside the hall were terrified.

Coincidentally at this time, Jian Xin came through the air and stopped on the Yinshan Temple for a long time.

"Mr. Dao, there is a sword letter." Dao Tong hurriedly said outside the door.

Duan Yunshan came out wearing a Taoist robe with a cold expression on his face.Ice green light fell over the palace, and there were faint thunder and lightning flashes.

His eyes were fixed, and a cold light flashed in his pupils, and the letter of the sword turned into runes and spread out, and a flat tone came out.

"Thank you, Lord Yinshan, to educate the children of the clan for me." After saying that, the only remaining golden runes disappeared.

……

In the sea of ​​fog, there are full of sharp rocks protruding. Although the runes on the rocks have rotted away, the remaining power is not something that Nalan Zheng alone can contend with.

Although Nalan Zheng was known as a genius in Taishu Huan Mansion, the person who set up this magic circle was not an ordinary person. Just looking at the gatekeeper dragons on the sea, he knew how powerful this person was.

He walked on the sea with a thoughtful expression on his face.

From the sea of ​​fog, he couldn't see the sky, nor could he see what was around him, but what Nalan Zheng could be sure of was that he was stepping on a vast ocean.

As the chill gradually picked up, he moved his fingertips and opened the folding fan.

The fog in front of him parted, revealing a slender figure, that figure was loose and straight, and the Taoist robe embroidered with complicated runes could be vaguely seen.

"This is not the place for you." The visitor warned.

Nalanzheng lowered his head, and casually glanced at the sea water under his feet, "I've never heard of people living in I don't know the sea."

The black mist turned into a sharp blade, hanging high above the visitor, "The people of the Nalan family are always so ignorant."

Nalanzheng's expression was normal, "Thank you."

……

"Nalan Zheng?"

Taishu Mansion Lord turned his head and looked at the uncle lightly, "You took Nalan Keyan with you?"

Gongbo's name sounds like an old man, but in fact he is a young man with a handsome temperament.

"Exactly." The uncle knelt down in front of Taishu Mansion Lord, not daring to look directly at the Patriarch, "Do you want to send someone to arrest him?" According to the family rules, the two of them would have to peel off their skins if they did not die.

I don't know the sea and Yinshan, both are taboos in Taishuhuan's mansion.

Su Mo sat on the side alone, his eyes motionless.

Taishu Mansion Lord raised his wrist, and a shattered light flashed, revealing a brocade box of pure fragrant wood, "I pass on my order to bring Nalan Zheng back, if he doesn't follow...he will be killed without mercy."

Fear flashed across Gongbo's pupils, and he quickly returned to normal, "Yes!" He took the brocade box respectfully, stood up, and stepped back to leave.

Because he was too afraid of the majesty of the prince, he even forgot to ask about Nalan Keyan's punishment.

The door of the palace was closed again, the heavy rain outside stopped early, only the dark clouds were still in the clouds.

"Why did you let him join in the fun?" Su Mo frowned when the uncle disappeared.

Before Gongbo arrived, Dao Lord Yinshan's sword letter had been transmitted for a long time, so Lord Taishu was not surprised by the news he brought.

"Young man, it's good to practice more." Lord Taishu raised his wine glass, and there was no sign of joking in his expression, it can be seen that he really wanted the uncle to practice.

"The matter has come to this, what do you plan to do?" Su Mo said directly.

Lord Taishu became silent in a rare way, "...150 years have passed, you can't bear it any longer?"

Tolerance, how to bear it?

Su Mo put down his wine glass, "You hate him?"

The two of them knew who this "he" was.

The hand of Taishu Mansion Master holding the cup was stunned, "The heart of a practitioner is like still water, there is no such thing as hate or non-hate, everything is cause and effect."

Su Mo looked at him and stood up suddenly, "It wasn't his fault."

"Back then when Nalan Yanran was seriously injured, Taishu Huanfu looked on coldly. It was he who went to the Taixu Lingjing to steal the Jade Dzi Beads in order to save Nalan Yanran, regardless of his own safety."

But in the end, he blamed him for all the faults.