Chapter 18:

The frozen door slowly opened, and the cold air poured out from the temple. Four icicles stood in the four halls in the ten-foot-high hall, and a crystal-clear huge ice hockey floated in the center.
In the big snowball, a woman in a corset and deep coat was trapped in her body. She was silky and her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be sleeping. However, when the boots of the coming people stepped into the temple, the eyes of the co-existing eyes opened openly, and the light and sharp eyes looked at the people.
"Wang Ye." The black dresser kneeled down on one knee and bowed his head. "The commander is ordered to come to the king to ban the order." After that, he found a porcelain bottle in his arms, pulled the cork, and put the blood in the bottle. Sprinkle on the ground. At the time of the encounter, the icicles of the square are shining, and the center ball slowly melts. When the ice hockey is half-sized, the light in the temple rests. The ice hockey seems to lose its support moment, and the heavy squatting on the ground provokes a lot of deposition on the ground. Years of ice and snow.
After being frozen for too long, the limbs of the glass were still somewhat stiff. She pushed hard to push the pieces of ice hockey that were covered on her body, and opened the hand of the black messenger to help me. She slowly stood up: "All will I am in the snow festival, but I still call it a ban?"
The Snow Festival Hall is a forbidden place in the Devil's Land. It is the same as the Devil's Market. It is a place to suppress the extremely powerful monsters, and it is different from the market. The curse of the seal in the snow festival is stronger than the market, but it can only seal a monster. For thousands of years, the demon of the devil world has not been sealed in the market, or killed. It is the snow temple that has been vacant.
Shen Li had never thought about dreaming before, and she would have a day sealed in it. I didn’t even think that the paper marriage book in Tianjie gave the demon a lot of pressure, so he was so worried that she would escape again. Indulge in the wrist, walked over the ice and walked to the door. The half of the mouth was dissatisfied and half-satisfied: "The heavenly team is coming? This is finally willing to let me go."
The black ambassador followed with a respectful answer behind her: "The prince is in a hurry, and the marriage is going to be prepared for a month."
After a glimpse of the glass, he turned to ask him: "How long have I been locked?" She still remembers being arrested on the day of the demon world. When the demon slammed her, she was imprisoned in the snow festival, but no one told her. How long has she been locked up, she does not know the time in the snowball, one day a year, there is no difference for her.
The messenger replied: "The devil is so thick that he only banned the prince for January."
January... It’s been thirty days.
Taking out the snow temple, the giant stone door slammed on the back, and the glass looked up. The man in the ink suit stood quietly. Seeing her coming out, bowing the bow, the glass didn’t want the ink party to come, stunned, ink. The party has said to the black messenger: "I sent the king back."
"So, the subordinates will go back to life."
Waiting for the black clothes to disappear, the ink is convenient for a smock, and one knees: "The ink side failed to help the king escape, please punish the king."
After a glimpse of the glass, he smiled and patted the shoulders of the ink side: "I will do it. I know that you must have exhausted all your strength. You have been fighting for me for half a day. If I want to escape, it is enough... ...just couldn’t escape at the time. It’s all wrong with me, I’ve failed your efforts.

"Kings……"
"Let's go, go back to the house." Shen Li stretched out. "I haven't gone home to sleep for a long time."
"Wang, there is still a word in the ink side." He silent for a long time, and finally said, "The mortal man has died in the lower world."
"Yeah." Shen Li said, "I guess."
One day in the sky, one year in the world, thirty years passed, and the cloud is nothing but a physical tire. Now it is right to die. Moreover, if it is not the death of the cloud, how can the demon king easily release her, the king who raised her to grow up too clear about her temper.
"Go back." Shen Liang took two steps and suddenly looked back at the ink side. "When he died, did you see it?"
The ink nodded: "It's calm and serene."
"Of course, because he is a cloud." What a terrible thing, in his eyes are all dusty. The glazed corner of the glass slammed slightly: "He should still smile."
Momo silent for a moment, remembering that when he saw the last side of the line, he was lying on the sickbed. Although he was still old, he looked at him and said, "Oh, the subordinate of the glass." I was weak and weak. When I said these words, I had to breathe three breaths. Then I went on to say, "Is it good to have a glass?"
At the time, Mofang did not answer him. Xingyun did not continue to ask questions. He just looked at him and smiled, and closed his eyes and rested. It is indeed a light person, but such a person has always kept the king in his heart and has been hiding for more than 30 years. The Mexican side did not want to tell the glaze about it. He only asked: "Will the king want to find him next life?"
"I don't want to find it." Shen Li stepped on the cloud head and didn't return to the head. "I just saw the cloud, it has nothing to do with his life, and it has nothing to do with his next life."
Bi Cang Wangfu is very close to the Imperial City, and Shen Li flies back all the way. There are always people in the Devil's Circle looking up. She is used to it. She falls in her house and has not stood still. A fleshy figure will pounce on the front. I bowed to the ground and hugged her feet and cried: "Wang Ye! You are finally back, lord!"
I sighed and smashed my eyebrows: "Get up. Prepare water, I want to take a shower. What about the cook? Let him cook the meal. I am hungry."
The flesh-faced girl looked up and looked at the glazed with tears: "Previously, the generals of Mexico came to inform the prince that he would return to the house today. The meat has already prepared the water, and the cook has already finished the meal, just wait. Wang Ye is back."
After a glimpse of the glass, I didn’t expect the ink side to think so well. She looked back and the ink side gave her a gift. "There is nothing wrong with the king, and the ink is easy to retire."
"Oh... well, good."
Shen Liu went into bed with the meat, she was not very happy, so the staff in the government was minimalized, cleaning only Zhang Wei, is a silent woman, she can not see her on weekdays, she always likes to hide in the dark, silently Clean it up. The only meat chops that serve to eat and eat are a noisy little girl. There is also a cook who is honest and honest, and does not leave the kitchen on weekdays. and also……
"Ah, Wang Ye! Ah! Wang Ye! Come back, Wang Ye!" The big parrot, which was closed in the cage of the temple, was noisy.
"Hey, shut up." Shen Li glanced at it. After walking to the screen, he took off his clothes and sat in a bath filled with hot water. He looked up comfortably and was trying to blink for a while, and the parrot was separated by a screen. Quarreled: "I didn't run away, Wang Ye, I was caught back and became a relative, Wang Ye, sad? Wang Ye, Wang Ye, Wang Ye!"
The mouth of the glass was moved, and the hand waved. The door of the iron cage was opened. She turned her palm into a claw and gently pulled it. The parrot in the cage was caught by her. She pinched its wings and raised her eyebrows: "Say, I haven't seen you without hair."
嘘嘘 Timely silence.
"Don't be lord! Ah! It hurts, lord! Forgive! Wang Ye!"
The meat chop outside the door looked strangely into the room: "Wang Ye has a good time with the donkey today." She just broke the door and a bare-eyed bird squeezed out from the crack in the door. It squatted on the sand in the buttocks and buried himself inside. "Ah..." The meat was horrified. "That is... eh?"
"Don't worry about him, he can't run away." The faint voice of Shen Li came from the house. "It can't fly now." Listening to this slightly vocal tone, there is still a smug meaning in it.
The meat suddenly turned around and felt deeply that the lie of the lower prince of the lord would have been subjected to a lot of abuse. This mentality...how was so distorted.
When I was eating, the people came to the house, saying that it was to let the king of Bi Cang enter the palace in the afternoon. The angels in the heavens sent the style of the wedding dress, let the glass go to pick. The glaze should be gone, and the slow-moving meal will continue. However, after the meat is passed away, the fan is blown to the glass, and he sighs: "What style is chosen, the grace of the day is out, our prince is willing to come back with He became a pro, it was his great fortune, and he actually went to the Emperor to go to a few games, and he was not willing to swear, like a prince who loves him."
After the glass was heard, he glanced at the meat and said: "How many times did Rong Rongjun go to the Emperor?"
The meat scorpion carefully counted the fingers and finally scratched his head. "There are countless, Wang Ye, you are in the lower bounds and locked up. I heard that the heavenly graceful Jun did not have any moths."
"Oh, then I am still in balance." At least, another person is tormented by this marriage like her. Just thinking about it makes people feel happy.
"Mixed things!" The mahogany square plate was smashed on the floor by the golden silk sleeves, and the servant immediately squatted down: "Xinjun is angry." The man in the golden white robe is annoyed to kick the mahogany square plate farther, angry. "Isn't she getting married? What kind of gown is also chosen! Don't let me see these things!"
The servant slammed the ground and one whispered, "The king of Bi Cang was found back in January."
"She is not very capable of playing! It is useless at this time!" Graceful teether bite his teeth. "If you don't, I have to ask for the Emperor, and bring that woman back, absolutely not!" I squatted and hurried to the Heavenly King Hall.
The accompanying attendant quickly followed: "Xianjun, no! You will be angry with the emperor again!"
Grace Rong ignored him and went all the way to Tianjun’s dormitory. He couldn’t let anyone notice. He pushed the door and slammed it on the floor. He said,
The grandfather, grandson... grandson has Bitter!"
The silence in the temple, the graceful gentleman wept for a while, did not hear the voice of the Emperor's resentment, my heart is strange, he looked up, the Emperor was sitting on the top with a green face, and he was standing on the left side of the man, the jade squatting on his head A few hair strands, a white robes that are not stained with dust, long body and sturdy, and the scent of the whole body makes 拂容君 look stunned.
The Emperor pressed his anger and sighed: "I haven't seen you before?"
Graceful Junyi, even if it is debauchery, he does not know the name of the gods in the heavens, but he still knows the ancients, the only who is still alive today.