Vol 7 Chapter 388: The frozen Snow Palace (below)

"Oh, if your eyes will never be seen, will you be sad?" Xiaomo suddenly turned his head and asked. Since Ye Wuchen was blind, she has never dared to touch his eyes. That day, his voice and his eyes touched her heart. The few days she spent with him, her favorite thing was to look at his eyes quietly and listen to him telling various stories. Now, the eyes are so strange, she is worried, and there is a faint heartache... She knows that she is sorry for him. She didn't hate this sad feeling at all, because in this land that didn't belong to her, she finally found someone who could make her sad. Unconsciously, she is treating him as her own, and unconsciously begins to rely on his existence.
His loss of vision was sealed by terrible power. The first thing that knew this was Yan Tianwei and Yan Bian, but her. In the face of the power of the seal Ye Wuchen vision, she is equally powerless. And the power of the terrible, can eliminate it, and only ... people there.
"Does that little foam would dislike me?" Ye Wuchen asked softly.
Xiaomo shook his head heavily: "You are my jealousy, how can I dislike it... I will never."
She always used her to kill her "爹爹" as a fun, and said the word "forever". When the two words were involuntarily exported, she stunned.
"Well! Then why should I be sad?" Ye Wuchen gave her a smile and smiled. Looking up, my mind drifted into the distance again without knowing it.
The scene seems to be repeated one by one in the passage of time. Too much a single world can easily cause visual fatigue and boredom. Xiaomo seriously judged the position, lest he missed any unusual places.
"It should be near this. Xiaomo, do you see anything different?" After a long time, Ye Wuchen said. When he had just finished speaking, he suddenly felt that Xiaomo had stopped.
The small foam flight is not high, less than 30 meters in height. In the distance of the line of sight, there is a barrier of up to 100 meters. The barrier was an iceberg covered with snow, and the body of the ice was revealed only in the position that was not covered by snow below. This is obviously not a normal iceberg. Although it is far away, it can still be seen as a circular iceberg that is closely connected and tightly connected. It is surrounded by a standard circle and firmly covers the middle ground. The surrounding scene.
"Is there? It is a high mountain, a mountain made of ice. It seems to be surrounded by something..." Xiaomo sounded a meal and said seriously: "Yes... it is the breath of life, it is very likely Someone's existence, hey, is it there?"
"Mountain?" Ye Wuchen slightly stunned, after a brief meditation for a while, in his mind, suddenly sounded a few months ago, when the Yan clan told him that the Snow Lady Palace was there, he heard the people of Laos accidentally Mentioned the words "the frozen snow palace"...
Is it frozen?
"Small foam, let's go down, it is there."
The bodies of the two men descended from the air, and after a short period of time, they stood before the high iceberg. Xiaomo's eyes swept, but could not find any traces such as doors that could enter. Ye Wuchen took a few steps forward and judged the position according to the airflow rebounded. He stood in front of the iceberg and reached out to touch the ice wall in front of him.
The feeling of cold came from the hand, and his power of no-no was straight through the ice wall and extended to it. After a while, he took back his arm... This ice wall is not only dense but terrible, but its thickness is terrible to the extreme – it is tens of meters thick.
"Xiao Mo, let's go up." Ye Wuchen took the hand of Xiaomo and took a breath, and the body rushed straight into the wind. After a while, it floated above the height of 100 meters. When I saw the sky above the ring-shaped iceberg, Xiaomou snorted.
"What's wrong?" asked Ye Wuchen. If the Snow Maiden is surrounded, then the sky should be able to see directly across the iceberg.
"The above is all snow." Xiaomo replied. The interior of the ring-shaped iceberg is not empty, and there is no palace. At first glance, it is still a day.
Ye Wuchen was silent, then turned the direction, and flew forward with Xiaomo, and finally fell in the middle of the ring iceberg.
Ye Wuchen followed the feeling and walked a distance on it, then stopped and thought. Normally, the iceberg is good, the mountain is good, and the middle of the mountain will be its peak. According to Xiaomo, the side of the place is just the top of a high and low level. It seems that many mountains are connected together and become a circle, but it is not just an iceberg.
Moreover, it is too flat here. After walking a distance, I didn't feel any ruggedness... It was like walking on the flat surface covered with snow.
Ice! ?
Ye Wuchen came down and walked through the snow and pressed it under the cold feet. It was indeed a layer of ice, his power of no-nothing through the ice, all the way down... immediately, his brows slammed. Here, there should be a distance of about 100 meters from the surface, and after his power penetrates less than 20 meters, it is an empty piece... It is the air!
Ye Wuchen stood up and said: "Xiao Mo, let's break the ice under the foot... Just break a little bit, don't break it too much."
Xiaomo looked at his feet and his face was surprised. She raised her hand and a group of increasingly dark black light began to condense. How can she not perceive that the ice under her feet is not normal ice. Its terrible coldness and density make it harder than normal steel.
Condensed with enough destructive force of darkness, the small foam controls the range of power impact, it is necessary to slam down to the bottom, but suddenly listened to Ye Wuchen shouted: "Xiao Mo!"
Where Xiaomo’s hand stopped, he looked at him inexplicably, only to find that his face was present with an expression she could not understand.
The power of the soul is violently turbulent, and his heartbeat suddenly becomes very fast, and an emotion that has never been seen hits his heart. This feeling suddenly came just a moment, because when he tried to explore the ice beneath the force, he vaguely felt a very weak atmosphere. The road was strange, but it gave him a very familiar feeling... Silently, he raised his hand and pressed it in his heart, feeling the frenzied movement there.
He will never forget this moment of turmoil.


The floor made of ice, the wall made of ice, the ceiling made of ice, the table, the bed... everything here is made of ice, not too big a space, reflecting the gorgeous brilliance of the crystal. If it is first in this situation, it will be flashed by the ice mans here.
Small rows of coral-like ice flowers stick out from the walls, emitting colorful and beautiful ice. Under the ice coral flower, a small bed covered with thick cushions lay an elf-like child. She closed her eyes, the small nose with a uniform breath, two small and delicate lips slid together. This is a sleepy baby, it seems to be only two years old, but still can be seen that this is a little girl. The two-year-old girl revealed her beauty prematurely. Her body was covered by a thin blanket. Just looking at the quiet and tender face, you can feel a suffocating beauty.
She really shouldn't belong to the world.
It’s quiet here, except for her, there are no other people. She is the treasure of everyone here, so that she can sleep well, when she is snoozing, there will never be any noise to disturb her.
Today, she woke up prematurely.
The flap-like eyelashes were swept a few times, and the closed eyes slowly opened, revealing the sparkle of two stars. The small blanket on her body was opened by her hand, revealing the snowy body wearing a thin coat. She didn't make any noise, she walked down the bed very carefully, and then followed the feeling and walked in one direction... She didn't go so smoothly, only a few steps away, she went to the door not far away. The little body swayed and fell on the soft snow in front of the door. She didn't stand up, her hands pressed on the snow, crawling in the snow to the place she wanted to go.
The snow on the ground was cold and cold, but did not make the little girl who was only two years old feel any discomfort. In the crawl of a little bit, the small lips are constantly one after another, seemingly trying to make a sound, but there is no overflow of any sound. Her eyes are as dark as the night stars, however, if you look closely, you will find that these eyes have no focal length, just like... Ye Wuchen's eyes at the moment.


Xiaomo’s hand, which was completely wrapped by the dark power, fell. This is the dark blow that Xiaomo has tried his best, and it has compressed the distance and the power is so great. Just listening to a muffled sound, the thick ice on the foot produced a fierce tremor, and a standard circular hole with a diameter of about one meter appeared below.
From the sound, Ye Wuchen knows that this blow of Xiaomo has directly penetrated this ice of more than 20 meters. At this time, the fierce incitement in his heart has been getting stronger and stronger. Because, since he was touched, the roots of the instigation have been slowly approaching him, getting closer and closer... Suddenly, he feels that the breath is just below his own.
"Hey?" From that empty look, Xiaomo suddenly looked at the world below, turned to look at Ye Wuchen, and shook him from the loss of God. Ye Wuchen took a small foam and jumped from it.
The foot quickly fell to the ground, and the soft feeling was still snow. At the moment of landing, each part of Ye Wuchen's whole body was filled with a special emotion. He has never lost his tears, and at this moment there is a thick sour feeling in his nose...
It is an emotional shock in which the blood, the soul, and even the life are closely connected. The most important thing in life is lost and then returned to the mental turmoil of oneself. Involuntarily, he took a step forward and he could not see But that feeling is close at hand.
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