The Anarchic Consort

The air-conditioning around him is very heavy, lingering in the winter, a piece of white, even the gas that comes out of Kazakhstan can be seen.

Helen Weiwei stood in the center, there was a moment of confusion, here is the ... Royal Palace?

The snow was spreading, and the north wind blew. The snow dust was like a dandelion. It floated on the steps of the white stone. Not far away, you could even see the palace ladies and eunuchs walking back and forth.

It is indeed the palace.

But the key is how she will appear in the palace?

Is she going back?

No, impossible!

According to the fire unicorn, after collecting the soul fragments, it will enter the location of the next soul fragment.

Helen Weiwei coveted the rear crown in his hand, and the ten fingers tightened tightly. It seemed that the person finally turned around.

Let things continue in the same way...

How can Helen Weiwei not understand the meaning of this sentence, because it is too clear, so it will be a little uncomfortable.

She moved her fingers, pressed her emotions down, and when she raised her eyes again, she was already recovering from the usual clearing.

Since this is already the location of the second soul shard, then the Baili Jiajue should not be far from here?

Just, which palace is this palace?

How is it so deserted?

She has been to the cold palace, it is not like this.

In addition to the cold palace, which palace has even a poor wait for the palace lady?

Helen Weiwei took a step forward, and did not know which door was pushed open. The glare of the sun suddenly hit her face.

Helen Weiwei lifted her mind and blocked her eyes.

She looked to her left, exactly the direction of the light source.

Because I just opened my eyes, my eyes are still uncomfortable.

I can only see a piece of golden light, and the backlight stands with a shadowless figure.

That silhouette is very small.

Helian Weiwei thought it was Xiaoqi.

But when the figure approached, she knew that it was not Xiaoqi.

The man wore a black robes and the robes were facing the big cloak.

If the cloak is worn on other children, there will definitely be a sense of non-deformity. But wearing it on this boy's body, it complements each other.

His handsome eyebrows are like crossing the night, propping up the sky, not cold or light, without the slightest expression.

It’s just the coolness and the order of the world.

The cold blood flowed from the boy's fingers, but he didn't feel it. He looked forward with a ceramic-like little face and walked forward until he saw Helen Weiwei, who was The pair of scorpions without any waves suddenly cooled down!

Helen Weiwei did feel this hostility, but it wasn’t the one who surprised her, but the boy he... He was clearly a smaller version of His Highness!

Helian Weiwei stunned, and now she sees this scene somewhat familiar.

When she was trapped in the formation, Nifeng tried to let her know about the former Bailijiajue.

Now it's not just the hand, even the back of his back may have the needles left by his mother.

I can't see the difference in my dreams. The boy in front of me is too real. Really, even if Helen Weiwei doesn't approach him, he can feel the coldness from his eyes!

In other words, this time the soul fragments, is the childhood of your childhood?

Helian Weiwei is a little embarrassed.

After the boy glanced at her, he did not see the second eye again. His left hand pressed the arm of his right hand and walked into another palace door.

Helen Weiwei didn't even think about it and went in. It was indeed deserted than other palaces. It should be the palace before the fire. No wonder she would feel strange...

Hey!

The wooden barrel sank into the ancient well, and the little Bai Lijiajue was holding the wooden rope with one hand and wanted to pick up a bucket of water.

It’s just that the left hand is so painful, obviously there is no habit he used before.

I thought about it.

Unexpectedly, a pair of white slender hands suddenly appeared in front of him, and the wooden bucket in his hand was picked up with force.

The Barry Gregoire turned back and saw a smiling face.

This face he just saw, a woman who doesn't know where to come from.

"The temple did not think about exposing you, and you don't need to please the temple." Barry Gagaric reached out and pushed her away, and the voice was almost ruthless.

Helen Weiwei originally thought that a certain understinct would be better to deal with. I did not expect that the most complicated side of the Bailijiajue was the most difficult to deal with.

The movement of his sleep will not be too noble.

Still blowing like a decent.

How old is he.

Look like seven or eight years old.

How to make it the same as taking a big movie.

Not to mention, the eyelashes are really dense and thick, and the black is like ink.

Helen Weiwei reached out and wanted to touch. She was an appearance association. She couldn’t refuse the temptation of this fate...

Probably did not expect that Helen Weiwei would have such an action. The boy stunned and the cat-like eyes slammed dangerously: "Do you not want your hand?"

"How come you are so cold since childhood." Helen Weiwei decided to take advantage of her husband to be young and educate him. After the province, she chased after the trouble: "You are so cold, you can't make friends."

"Yes..." The little boy’s expression was quite arrogant and fascinating, and there was a chill in his eyes.

Helen Weiwei felt that the child's eyes were too strange, and reached out and touched his lotus-like little hand: "What do you want, laugh so infiltrated?"

"I was thinking about **** you." The little boy said with no expression, cold and cool.

Helen Weiwei paused for a moment, then pulled him over and hugged him in his arms, and slammed his head: "Don't be so rude, treat a woman with a certain gentlemanly manner, hey, no, also It's not a gentleman's demeanor for all the ladies. You must remember my face. It's just a gentleman's grace for me. Others don't have to. You must remember this face because you are behind you. Will love me, I can't help myself, understand?"

The little boy seems to have been mad at her, and her face is a bit gloomy. Is this woman not afraid of death? Sincerely, I have never seen more than her.

Look at this warm embrace, I will not throw it out across the wall! The little boy thought in his heart, but when he heard the woman’s last sentence, he couldn’t help but sneak out, “I? Love you, love, can’t extricate yourself? Woman, are you still not awake? Daydreaming is Ok, don't look at how old you are, this temple doesn't like you so old."

Helen Weiwei: ... It’s not cute at all. Is this poison tongue skill innate? Will it be okay to comfort her? She is only seventeen now! Where is it old! ! !