Chapter 583: Secrets, beasts cry

Han frowned slightly: "Frozen?"
Zulong made a noise, and when Han looked confused, he seemed helpless to explain, "He said I beg you to freeze him under the Lingquan, indefinitely."
"Just frozen is just a cure for the symptoms, not the root cause?" Han hesitated.
"Let him decide for himself." Zulong felt that he was not qualified to decide for the Elven King, and had to wake him up.
After awakening, Jun Fenghua still had a touch of blood on her body, and the eyes of those Fenghua peerless eyes were as scarlet as before, but now they were a little more rational.
"Elf King, I have told the baby about things. He can freeze you, but are you really determined?" Zulong asked.
Jun Fenghua's pale, bloodless lips, raised her lips slightly, "I've decided, just freeze me."
Since the chilling chill can suppress the power of blood evil, as long as he is frozen, he will not be afraid to re-enter the magic and hurt his own people in the future.
Han said coldly: "If the Emperor Girl returns, how can you tell her?"
If Emperor Fu Yao knew that he had frozen the Elf King alone in the depths of Lingquan, wouldn't he be furious?
He can't beat this sturdy woman.
Jun Fenghua smiled weakly: "Just say I ’m going to retreat. Xiao Fuyao knows that I am repaired and lost after coming to the death continent, and she wo n’t doubt it. Moreover, she knows that my elf family ’s retreat time is longer than the human race , As short as decades, many as long as hundreds of years. "
"You Elf King ..."
Suddenly the meaning in his words came over, and Zulong's face changed immediately.
Does he mean to freeze someone indefinitely in the depths of the Spirit Spring?
Han's face also became dignified. If he thought this was a solution to the symptoms and not the root cause, what the Elf King said now was to freeze him once and for all.
In this way, the power of blood evil can't occur, and he can't hurt others.
"The power of blood evil has merged with me. Sooner or later, I will devour all my consciousness and reason, making me a ruthless murderer. Compared to killing innocents without emotion, I would rather sleep in Lingquan forever. Deep down, at least, at the moment of my sleep, I am still me. "
Zulong and Han looked at each other, their faces were more dignified than one.
"Relax, I have nothing to regret. I believe that even if I am gone, you will protect Xiao Fuyao for Ye Chongyuan, right?" Jun Fenghua smiled paler and weaker, his hands clenched into The fist seemed to be biting his teeth and holding on to the last point of reason, and pulled out a crumpled painting from his arms.
"If Xiao Fu shakes back, give this picture to her."
Zu Long's gaze swept away at the portrait, and it was ugly to look at directly, but Jun Fenghua didn't disdain at all, and he carried it close to him every day, as rare as a treasure.
He was about to reach out and was interrupted by Han. "Is this the emperor girl you painted?"
Jun Fenghua's thin lips are tightly clasped, and no speech is considered the default.
Yes.
This portrait was sketched out by his heart.
Although he did not paint Xiao Fuyao's truly stunning style, in his eyes, this portrait is his most precious treasure.
When he first came to the death continent, he was holding this portrait to look for Xiao Fuyao.
Even if he finally found her, he was not willing to throw it.
"Do you think that you gave this portrait to Master Emperor, and she wouldn't doubt it?" Han saw the blood channel with a bit of sympathy in his eyes. "Forget it, you should keep this painting close by yourself. As soon as it is displayed, only her portrait will accompany you in the depths of that Lingquan. "
Jun Fenghua's eye circles became red for a moment, maybe it was because she thought that Xiao Fuyao would never be seen again, and her heart was uncomfortable.
After a while, he took a deep breath, retracted the portrait again, put it carefully into his chest, and smiled calmly: "I'm ready."
Han was right. Later, he would lie in the depths of Lingquan, frozen forever, and only this portrait would accompany him.
Zu Long casts the spell immediately, and even the person brings the Jin Fenghua to Houshan Lingquan with the golden net.
Lingquan is a small pool, about ten meters wide, but it has not reached the bottom. Even Zulong does not know how deep this Lingquan is.
Jun Fenghua walked to the pond step by step, glanced down, and the smile was satisfying and distressing.
"Well, it's deep. I'm hiding here, Xiao Fuyao will never find it."
Zulong had a dull pain in his heart. Since life and death in that war, he thought he had seen life and death long ago.
However, he did not expect that when life and death were discovered before him again, he had no habit and did not see through, and his heart would still be uncomfortable.
The Elven King may be the only old friend of his age.
Now, he couldn't save him, and watched him frozen.
Seriously, he really couldn't bear it.
Jun Fenghua was dressed in a fiery red robe, with eyebrows and pictures, as when he first saw him, Zhang Kuangyin, red clothes like fire.
How was he proud of his life that he would give up the freedom that was hard to come by and sleep in an endless seal again?
Yes, in order not to be enchanted, to reassure Di Girl.
Everything, let go.
Zulong looked at his beautiful pale face, uncomfortable in his heart, as if he were an executioner, and sent his old friend to death with his own hands.
Jun Fenghua was standing beside the pond, his shaky figure was full of strange blood, he turned his head, and raised his lips to reveal the pale pale smile of Fenghua. . "
Having said that, he jumped into the pond without hesitation.
The figure fluttered past, submerged in the Lingquan.
Han glanced at Master's face, sighed slightly, and then his hands were tied together to release the cold air.
The powerful icy air immediately followed Jun Fenghua, freezing from the bottom.
He was lying at the bottom of the Lingquan, and the icy cold air quickly condensed on his body.
Jun Fenghua kept her posture motionless, Canruo's eyes closed slowly.
Soon, the ice-blue ice gas began to pass his feet, his long legs, his body, his hands, his neck, his face, his eyebrows ...
Until the ice spreads to the pool.
Zulong finally couldn't stand it anymore, and Yangtian roared.
Earthquake Long Yin was sent from Jiuyou Mountain Range, low and long, with an old sadness.
The beasts smelled it, and they all moved. They bowed to the Jiuyou Mountains. When they got up, they found that the corners of their eyes were strangely moist. Tears.
Especially the beasts near the Jiuyou Mountains, they couldn't bear the roar brought by the ancestors, and all the beasts Voldemort wept.
After Zulong roared, he went away with red eyes, leaving Han alone by Lingquan.
The sky is dim before it even knows it, and the Jiuyou Mountains, which has not snowed for hundreds of years, unexpectedly snowed.