Lanshan Snow

There was silence in the snow valley, and everyone was stunned. They didn't realize what was going on at the moment, and what the voice from the height meant. They just stared blankly at the half-open terrace of the palace.There the sun shines through the ice roof, and through the hanging embroidered curtains.

The gold and silver embroidered curtains of sky blue, bright gold, deep red and navy blue give off interlaced light and shadow.

Like light and dark, gold dust flying,

The young master of the Chou family was lying on his side on the giant throne covered with a strong colored tiger velvet blanket, resting on the legs of the silver-eyed devil, as sleepy as a cat.

Different from Xue Ye, dressed in a deep black pulu robe, walking indifferently among the boats, like a pale god of death bringing death.Right now, the silver-eyed devil is wearing a deep red and black robe with a right lapel, inside is a gold-woven brightly wrought high-necked shirt, and the neckline, cuffs, and hem are inlaid with colorful decorations.

Noble and mysterious.

The real king of exotic lands.

He put one hand on the back of the cold chair, and the other on Qiu Bodeng's shoulder, circling around at will, like a cheetah silently entrenched on the throne, the innate sense of oppression was suppressed silently.The pale and slender hands moved when they caught the jealousy and hatred of the younger children of the aristocratic family mixed in fear, fear, shame, and shock.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he hugged the young man's beautiful waist -- the line that countless people have imagined, and was held by cold and strong fingers with clear phalanges.The tiger's mouth was tightly circled, and the fingertips rubbed.

Such actions can be called "unsightly" in the Central Plains.

However, Young Master Chou, who was born first in the family, just glanced at him lazily, and walked over with his hands down, interlocking his fingers.

The matter couldn't be more obvious, the beauty they coveted for many years had already been brought to the bed of the leader of the Snow Region.

"Master Qiu!" A child of Pingchuan Yu's family in Dongzhou blushed suddenly, pointing at him, and pointing at the barbarian leader who held him on his lap, "You, how could you..."

"What's wrong with me?" Qiu Bodeng was surprised.

The members of the Yu family suddenly stopped breathing.

He is tired and lying on a felt blanket, half of his pillow is full of light, his eyebrows and eyes are very beautiful, his face is as bright as white jade, and he looks like the holy son specially highlighted with gold powder in ancient religious murals.Even if he is held tightly in his arms by the dangerous and ruthless king of foreign lands, he still has an extraordinarily innocent air of innocence.

It just makes people feel that no matter what he said, it is justifiable.

... How can you criticize such a bewitching beauty?

The members of the Yu family stared straight at him, stumbling like a nightmare, and said, "Don't worry, Master Qiu, we will definitely save... ah!!!"

In the middle of the speech, there was no warning on the body of this disciple of the Yu family, and golden flames ignited. He screamed in a different tone, fell to the ground, and rolled desperately, trying his best to extinguish the golden flames burning on his body.The disciple on the left shouted and hurriedly reached out to try to help him.As soon as the hand was stretched out, the golden fire "boomed" and immediately spread to him.

Everyone's complexion changed suddenly, and they immediately dispersed to the left and right, lest the golden fire gradually get to a star and a half.

The two overlapping howls were so shrill that it made one's scalp tingle.

"It's too noisy." Qiu Bodeng raised his head and complained to the silver-eyed devil. His brows and eyes were spoiled and willful, but what he said made people shudder. ?”

The silver-eyed devil responded with a low voice.

The voices of the two people on the ground stopped abruptly, and they just writhed and struggled like gnats. Bubbles burned one after another on their bodies, and their flesh and blood festered, but they couldn't make any more sound—even the flesh and blood were burned. , the picture of the bones being scorched was blurred by the flames.

"You—" The Patriarch of the Yu family was frightened and angry, pointing tremblingly at the Qiu Bo Lantern on the throne, "You! As a child of an aristocratic family, you are not only wild and filthy, but also lewd and vicious since then! You are simply, simply a famous family Shame on you, shame on your family! Betrayed your fellow clan, harmed your fellow siblings, and ruined your family’s reputation for thousands of years, today it’s all in your hands!"

"Boom" sounded muffled.

The Patriarch of the Yu family was beaten and kicked down hard in the back.

Not only him, but all the patriarchs and their disciples were kicked down by Thule warriors.The monks still wanted to revolt violently, but the moment they held their swords, the invisible and terrifying pressure suddenly dropped.Those with high cultivation bases only supported for a breath or two before sweating all over their brows, forcibly leaving their knees off the ground, and then smashing them back down heavily.

Amidst the sound of thumping one after another, Yan Heyi pressed the dragon-patterned sword in his hand, and stepped on the back of the head of the Yu family with a murderous look: "What is the reputation of our enemy family, how dare you, a low-ranking ruined family, dare to say something?"

When did the Patriarch of the Yu family suffer such shame and humiliation? His veins were bursting, his eyes were about to burst, blood vessels on his neck burst out, and he still had to squeeze out his teeth.Yan Heyi stepped heavily on his cheekbones with the heel of his boot, and stepped his entire hideous and distorted face directly into the snow.The sound of cursing was blocked in the throat by the icy snow, leaving only a hoarse sound.

Seemingly remembering what the young master of the Chou family said just now, "It's so noisy", the silver-eyed devil glanced at the Patriarch of the Yu family.

Ice and snow poured into the throat of the Patriarch of the Yu family, freezing his vocal cords, making it impossible for him to utter a single sound.

The monks of the aristocratic family next to him cursed endlessly, one after another, and they were all trampled into the snow.

"Say, it's okay, let's continue," Qiu Bodeng rested on Wizard Tule's lap, resting his head on his hand, biting his cheek with his fingertips, looking at the family monks who were forced to kneel on the ground with great interest, "'Scholars should be strong, vibrate the voice of the world, and be unyielding and mighty'... This is the foundation of a famous scholar. You monks of the Qing Dynasty should naturally set an example for the world."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, silent for a while.

"If you're thirsty and have no strength, I'll ask Sister He to serve you a bowl of tea to moisten your throat." Qiu Bodeng was extremely considerate, "Who needs it?"

In the silence, the patriarch of Huai Luocang family in Lanzhou said in a deep voice, "Young master Qiu, you are not as powerful as others this time, and you have been reduced to a prisoner. I recognize it. But such an insult is not the way of a family—"

He thought to himself that he was also the patriarch of a rich family, since he lowered his face to imply the powerful relationship of this young and reckless enemy young master's family, and sent a signal that peace talks can be made, this enemy young master should give him a step up.With the steps, it's not that he is unwilling to step down - anyway, it's not that the aristocratic families have been prisoners of each other in wars, but which ones with high status are not just put under house arrest and waiting for redemption?

Before he could speak, the Thule warrior behind kicked him into the snow like the head of the Yu family.

"When you meet the monarch of the snowy region, do you want to make a salute anyway? Kneel down to show the etiquette of the family," Qiu Bodeng patiently explained, "Okay, who's next?"

"Nephew Qiu Xian, the Taiyin clan and the Qiu family have known each other for generations, so..."

"My uncle doesn't have the surname Taiyin," Qiu Bodeng quickly interrupted him, "Don't you want to have another brother for my father, it will make my grandfather kneel on the washboard, his legs and feet are not good, or forget it."

It was another kick of "dong", and the Patriarch of the Taiyin clan was stepped heavily into the snow.

All was silent.

Everyone in the family who was forced to kneel on the ground had bruises on their faces, and no one dared to speak out for a while.

"No one wants to talk about it?" Qiu Bodeng was surprised, "It's nothing else, the patriarchs are either famous scholars and virtuous, or swordsmen and benevolent guests, with a demeanor. The juniors are here, don't you want to set an example? "

The Patriarchs looked like pig livers.

Almost in his stomach, he scolded all eighteen generations of this young master of the enemy family.

In the silence, everyone's eyes were all on Xue Xiangcheng, who was kneeling on the ground without discrimination - no one else, you, the leader of the Eight Lords of Dongzhou, are the cousin of the young master of the Qiu family.

Xue Xiangcheng's white clothes were stained, his hair was disheveled, and he was not as handsome and elegant as before.

Ever since he stepped into the snow valley, he held his hands in his sleeves and bowed his head in silence.

Until then—

A clear light exploded.

The Thule warrior who was stepping on Xue Xiangcheng groaned, staggered back in shock, a white shadow flashed by, Xue Xiangcheng threw the dagger from his sleeve horizontally, and the dragon chant was faint.

Everyone cried out.

"How dare you!" Yan Heyi shouted angrily, slashing across with his long sword.

The sword light struck Xue Xiangcheng, but Xue Xiangcheng's divine weapon was extremely fast, and in an instant it was already heading straight for Qiu Bodeng.

Blood spattered on Xue Xiangcheng's face, like a ghost.

He stared at the young man on the throne, the shadow and jealousy in his eyes were almost crazy.

Xue Xiangcheng has always been conceited and proud. He has been a role model for the younger generation since he was a child, and he can get everything he wants.Now, not only was he forced to kneel down to the barbarians with all his face lost, but he also witnessed with his own eyes the person he coveted for many years and believed to be destined for him lying in the arms of others.

dead!

He wants Qiu Bodeng to die, and what he can't get, no one else can get it.

A little knife light shines on Qiu Bodeng's forehead.

The crystal branches spread and grew, and a snowflake appeared out of thin air. The tip of the knife that was determined to win pierced the center of the snowflake. When the forward momentum stopped suddenly, white ice condensed over the entire dagger.Yan Heyi caught up and kicked Xue Xiangcheng to the ground. The ice shattered and the dagger hovering in the air turned into powder and fell down.

The Thule warriors who swarmed forward breathed a sigh of relief.

The aristocratic cultivators from Snow Valley who wanted to take advantage of this accident to escape could only feel that the invisible gravity that had just been released fell out of thin air again, and they were forced to kneel down on the ground again.

Yan Heyi drew out his sword, swung it down again, and chopped Xue Xiangcheng back and forth like meat.Plasma flowed all over the ground, but he was not dead yet, instead he showed a distorted smile at Qiu Bodeng, and said in a horrified tone, "Cousin, do you think you can save Xueyuan by doing this?—You think you can save them—these barbarians They will thank you?" He laughed loudly, and suddenly yelled at the tribal warriors around him in the language of Xueyuan, "The gate of the snow field is to draw all the spiritual energy into the snow crystals to form a huge prison formation! You are stuck here!"

When he roared out of the snowy gate, Yan Heyi's temple jumped, and his long sword swung across, about to cut off his tongue.

Qiu Bodeng waved his hand and casually stopped it.

Hearing that the gate of the snowy region was Snow Crystal, the faces of the warriors of the various tribes in the snow valley were as usual. Not only were the chiefs of the tribes not surprised, but they even gave him a weird look.

Only then did Yan Heyi realize that he seemed to be worrying too much.

The ministries of Xueyuan seem to already know this secret.

Xue Xiangcheng's expression turned cold when he didn't get the desired reaction.

"Good cousin," he clenched his fingers unwillingly with blood splattered on his face, "you like Xueyuan—you think it's clean here? How many years will it take for this place to become dirtier than the outside?"

Yan Heyi frowned, feeling that this guy was extremely disgusting, if it wasn't for the fact that he was the young master's cousin, he would have wanted to tear his body to pieces on the spot.

When the golden fire rolled, Xue Xiangcheng burned all the blood on the ground and people.

Cook slowly over a small fire, like cooking fresh food.

——It is estimated that it will be done slowly, and it will burn for dozens or hundreds of years.

At this moment, Yan Heyi inexplicably felt that a certain Thule wizard, it seems that it is not impossible...

"Okay, okay," Qiu Bodeng didn't take this episode to heart at all, and persuaded everyone that even his cousin was burned like a ice cave, "Is there anyone else you want to say?"

"You, you...brother..." a monk trembled.

The Thule warrior stomped his foot.

The sound disappeared.

Qiu Bodeng propped his head up, his light red fingertips bit by bit, crystal clear like jade.His expression hadn't changed from the beginning, it was still the same, with beautiful black pupils shining, childish innocence and willfulness-a chilling innocence and willfulness.

He looked around.

The surroundings were as quiet as if everyone was dead, only the sound of tense breathing remained.Wherever they looked, all the monks lowered their heads, not daring to look at him, for fear that if they looked at him one more time, they would burn themselves.

"Here... the one over there is breathing too much, and it's disturbing me." He said casually.

The Thule warrior standing behind the monk kicked.

Crowd: ...

This time even the breath was gone.

"Here, the snow on your shoulders fell, and it disturbed me."

Boom is another kick.

A group of monks from famous families knelt stiffly in the snow, not daring to move, not to breathe, not even to sweat.I'm afraid that this little devil will lead a group of devils and find fault with him.

"Since everyone is not ready to say anything, I'll just wait." Qiu Bodeng said in a very deliberative manner.

Yan Heyi turned his head, and immediately, girls from Tule brought silver plates full of delicious food and wine, and lined up in front of him.

Barbecue aromas and berries crystal clear.

After being hungry for a long time, the distraught monks: ...

They didn't even dare to swallow their saliva, for fear of being told that "the sound of swallowing saliva is too loud, and it will make Master Qiu burn his body".

Qiu Bodeng picked and picked, ate a bunch of berries, made Xuncha, washed his hands, and found that these living ice sculptures were determined to be more lifelike.

He sighed regretfully, and waved his hand: "Forget it, delay it, let them write letters to their family asking for money to redeem them."

The monks of the aristocratic family who thought they were doomed suddenly relaxed and almost collapsed directly in the snow.

"--correct."

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, in the youthful and cheerful tone, he pulled up.

The slender fingers point in the air.

"Taiyin in Cangzhou and Luo Cang in Lanzhou can only be redeemed; there is only one Lu family in Youzhou, Liu family in Xizhou, and Gu family in Qingzhou; Yongzhou and Xizhou..." Following his rambling back and forth, the aristocratic family The Patriarch's face became increasingly ugly.Finally, Qiu Bodeng tilted his head and smiled at them.

"Remember?" Qiu Bodeng smiled sweetly, revealing an undisguised sweet malice, "The one with the highest price will live, everyone should think about how much you want to ask your family."

The Immortal Family: "..."

What a dandy, what a little devil!This is clearly the same big devil as the silver-eyed leader!

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After a group of people were dragged down, the young master immediately commanded the people to dig up the place where they knelt down, including the snow and soil.When everyone else has retreated, the young master will complain to Wizard Thule.

"One by one, they have written beautiful articles, and they thought they could speak well? Thanks to my waiting for so long, I didn't dare to say a word..."

Wizard Thule lowered his eyelashes, first rubbed the corner of his lips with his fingers, then traced downwards and walked away.

Like a beast holding its prey in its arms, it is patrolling its own territory.

The curtains fluttered in the palace, and the light and shadow swayed.

The boy let out a "huh" and raised his head obediently, with a pure and beautiful face.Even if the leader who encircled him became the co-lord of the various ministries, he was still wild and unruly, young and powerful.

... It's just like the folk tales, the cruel and cruel tribal king captured the pure and beautiful holy son, and imprisoned him on his throne, no matter whether he could bear it or not, day and night, he loved him endlessly.

The young wizard smelled dangerous.

But the young master, who was clearly captured but willing to let him do what he did, just turned over and asked affectionately and sweetly: "What's the matter? Are you unhappy?"

The young man raised his face, his neck was graceful, his black hair was loose, and his half-exposed elbow was so white that it almost reflected light.

"They look at Arlan," Wizard Thule's eyebrows cast a faint shadow, and his silver-gray eyes showed the metallic feeling of cold weapons in the dimness. He asked in a low voice, "Can I gouge out their eyeballs? Arlan .”

Qiu Bodeng hesitated for a moment.

It seems that it is not kind to pay the ransom.Can……

The Thule wizard's lips were straightened.

Not happy indeed.

After the end of the snowy night battle, his prestige reached its peak in the snow field.

People scrambled to extol his achievements, and sang him and Arlan who was driving the red kite into the great narrative epic. Even the splendid palace he built overnight has become a legendary legend—he was appointed by heaven to rule the snowfield, yes The gods called him to herd the whip of all living beings.

But in fact, the Tule wizard has no desire to show the strength of the snow field, let alone use miracles to frighten all the ministries and consolidate the majesty of the king's grand plan.The reason why the glazed palace was built and the sea of ​​colorful flowers was planted was just to make his Al-lan happy.

Wizard Thule was not very happy to let others step in here.Not to mention that those people were still staring at him, Alan.

——Not killing them on the spot is already full of restraint.

"Alan." Wizard Thule lowered his voice.

The cold voice is a little hoarse, like a big cat squatting beside your lap, purring softly.

Hesitating back and forth without even taking a breath, the young master surrendered without principle... No matter what you think, it's important to coax your lover, right?

"It's okay?" Qiu Bodeng whispered, feeling guilty that his own Hu Gecuo would be a sign of being a fool for himself, "Anyway, there is no guarantee that they will go back intact..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wizard Thule took his hand, kissed it on his lips, and bit it again.

It's a sign of coaxing.

Sure enough, the lover is still important.

Qiu Bodeng was thinking, and his eyes fell on the collar of the luxurious shirt that the wizard fastened to the top button.Speaking of which, except for the time when they shared a bed together, he really rarely saw his lover in a fancy dress.

At once……

Quite good looking.

Aside from the young master's "beauty is in the eye of the beholder", it is really pretty.The costumes of the Xueyuan tribe are very colorful, and ordinary people tend to look strange when they wear them.But he has deep brows and eyes, pale complexion, thin and strong, and has a kind of exotic dignity and restraint.

Watching it makes me feel like a cat scratching my heart, and I want to take advantage of the opportunity to tear off those buttons.

The young master looked at it for a while, and then wanted to grab it with his hands.

...Anyway, it's my lover, so it's okay to grab it, right?

The Thule wizard pulled his hand away and wrapped something around his wrist bone.

Qiu Bodeng couldn't see what it was, but intuitively it should be something like string.It went around twice, adjusted it, tightened it a little bit, and then let it go.

When you let go, you can hear two ethereal and clear sounds.

He subconsciously raised his hand——

A red string was tied around the wrist bone.

There are two delicate silver bells strung on it.