"Clan elder, Ying Yi heard... In the ice cave, Bai Ma Ziqi killed a spiritual son, but the body was not... "Before he was speechless, he felt a solid gaze suddenly nailed to his body, causing his throat to surge in and his words were blocked.

The clan elder looked at him silently. He looked so thin and gray, as if even the glimmer of the candle could not be reflected in his life, but his strength was not reflected outside, but in every gaze of his eyes, wise, vicissitudes and shocking.

"It can't be her."

Although this "she" did not name her, both of them knew who it was.

The old voice echoing indoors is hoarse and low, like the rings of time have elongated and faded over time.

Xie Yingyi's expression was complicated, and he could not describe it to the clan elder. When he saw her for the first time, he could not explain the reason why he could not explain it himself, so the two of them talked like a mute speech.

"But the clan elder, her age, identity and even the timing of her appearance are so strange. Although Ying Yi finds this speculation very absurd, what if she...

"Yingyi." The clan elder interrupted him lightly. Seeing that he wanted to speak but stopped, he looked at him with a blank and hesitant look. His eyes were not as complicated as traveling around the world. Although he was smart and agile, he was sharp and sharp, but he could not kill the sword that was too clean and pure.

"Do you know that I once said that there are two spiritual sons, but the flowers cannot see the leaves, and the leaves cannot see the flowers, and they will eventually die in their lifetime?"

Xie Yingyi opened her mouth, but couldn't speak a word, and finally nodded.

At that time, the twelve old people of the stems and branches spent nearly fourteen years deducing and divination in the secret cave. Among them, the old people of the Stealing Heaven were the masters. All the results of the divination were produced by him, so the loss was the greatest. The only twelve people of this age were old and their limbs withered, and they could not be found. Now, the only thing they did was to divine the witch clan was to be kept alive.

"Although you know the result, you don't know the cause."

"Our clan is a minister for three generations, and if it is not destroyed or established, then there is this only chance to be king for the rest of his life..."

The elder of the Stealing Heaven Clan had a layer of foggy gray under his long eyebrows and sighed: "Our clan summons the Lich King to do something against heaven, it is a mutual generation between existence and non-existence, and the mutual success of difficulty and ease. Everything is to make up for the shortcomings with excess, and at the cost of our clan has paid, but at the same time, the twins are twins, and the only person can break out of the cocoon and turn into a butterfly, and the other son will surely die."

His eyes seemed to penetrate the void and reach the farthest and highest point of the universe: "This is a Taoist technique, and it is also fate!"

The last eight characters were undoubtedly shocking. Xie Yingyi listened in a daze, as if he couldn't understand and seemed to understand.

"One, life, one, death, this is... fate?" He repeated it almost absurdly.

He never knew that the existence of twins was like this, but it was actually an opposition, and even yin and yang were irreconcilable. Twins were originally people of the Witch Clan, and were taken away in their cradles. Finally, they were sealed in the thousand-year-old ice cave with the secret technique of the Witch Clan, waiting for the best opportunity to come to the world.

The clan elder looked at his expression and said coldly: "A few hours ago, one of the Gemini who was rescued by our clan has woken up, and he is sober and speaks as usual, and he has written the seal of the witch clan's holy Qilin. The other clan elders have confirmed that she is the one whom our clan has been waiting for for a long time - His Highness the Holy King!"

The Lich King has always been the name of the saint of the Witch Clan by outsiders, but the Witch Clan is respectfully called the Holy and the King's Palace.

Hearing this sentence, Xie Yingyi's head blew over like an electric current, but after a burst of explosion, she felt numb.

"Witch, is the Lich King really here?!"

"Nature. Soon, you will witness it with your own eyes."

The old man from the thief clan waved his hand at him, closed his eyes, and his body gradually dried up and sat down, like a sculpture stone doll that had taken away the energy.

After a long time, Xie Yingyi breathed out as if he was tired. He laughed and lost his mind: "It was Yingyi...I've had a delusion."

He kowtowed the old man from the Stealing Heaven Clan three times and stood up, a mute and mysterious old voice sounded again in the quiet room.

"Then sister-in-law... can't be kept."

The murderous intent of calm suddenly grabbed Xie Yingyi tightly. He felt cold all over. He knew that this was not targeting him, but he still asked suddenly: "Why?"

The figure on the stone bed was under the light and shadow, and dust was ashes like stars, falling on his silver hair, like a frost in early winter, and the years like flowing water ruthlessly carved deep wrinkles on his crimson purple face. He was like a silent sculpture placed on the ancient and long-lasting palace, without kind eyes, without the magnanimity of Buddhism and Taoism, and only the cold heart made of stones.

"The White Horse Zi has the imperial seal, and our clan cannot move for the time being. However... the debt must be paid back. Any possibility of the White Horse bloodline in this world needs to be completely destroyed by the Witch Clan. This is the great wish of our clan to die. Ying Yi... This matter cannot be violated. God does not tolerate mercy, and my way... it is also tolerant."

At this moment, Xie Yingyi suddenly felt that her heart was very open and cold, as if she was standing in the snow and ice, the road ahead was covered with whiteness and infinite.

He asked the clan elder impulsively, if the debt must be paid, what about the witch clan? Has the witch clan ever owed the debts of innocent people?

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Sutra Pavilion

Chen Baiqi rummaged through the toes all the way to search for the bamboo book. The words and language of Nan Zhaoguo were different from those of other people in Jiuzhou. Logically speaking, she probably didn't understand it, but she was not surprised that she knew words. Although she lost her memory, her IQ was also reduced. However, it was systematically said that the instinct of her body was still there.

This body's instinct...

Chen Baiqi always thought that her body was a normal Nan Zhao people. It was normal for her to grow up like an ordinary person. It was normal to know literacy and understand her mother tongue. But in fact, a person who has been frozen for more than ten years should be ignorant of everything in the world after waking up. Like a young child, how can he talk about survival instinct?

But in fact, Chen Baiqi did not feel any stagnation in this body, just like an empty shell that was forged at the peak and just waiting for a proper and appropriate soul to inject it into a dragon.

But Chen Baiqi is not keen and has not paid attention to these things. She just couldn't understand why this body was left without any traces of emotional memory. "Her"'s heart is empty, like an empty city.

After stuttering with her hands for a while, she finally found some useful information. After standing for a long time, she felt tired. She directly held up a bunch of booklets that were taller than her head and put them down. She sat cross-legged on the grass cauldron, bent her neck, rolled up the booklet and read it word by word.

She studied it carefully and verbatim, and when she encountered someone who didn't understand the meaning, she skipped it for a while. But after looking down on her head for a long time, she felt her neck sore, so she changed her posture, kicked her legs and slid down halfway, and her raised calves swayed.

The light from the window frames soaked her beautiful dress bit by bit. Her face was as bright as jade and her eyelashes were curved. Her age was very attractive.

Standing behind the bookshelf, there was a figure that had been stuck for a long time, his eyes were silent and permanent, with light intertwined, and time flowing, both like ice water sliding on the stone crystal wall of a mountain stream, clear and visible, and like the deep and dark and strange mottled land in the forest.

The girl squatted and lying there for a long time to read the book, and he stood here to read the girl for a long time.

Time passed without realizing it until the girl seemed to have seen something surprising. Her beautiful peach blossom eyes were dumbfounded and she suddenly turned over and sat up. She exclaimed in surprise and held a roll of rolls in her hand.

"So... the witch clan and the Baima clan have such a relationship."

Since she woke up, she understood herself from the news of the films of justice. She always thought that the White Horse Royal Family and the Witch Clan had always been enemies, very enemies, but judging from the history recorded in this booklet, the relationship between the two clans was not so tit-for-tat a hundred years ago, but instead... the harmony between the monarch and the ministers?!

In the Records of the Grand Historian of Nanzhao, a stunning figure in the fields, who was also the founding father of Nanzhao Kingdom. After his death, he was even buried with the founding king in Zhaoling.

If we want to use one sentence to describe the king's respect for this person, it is: If my flesh can be used by you, you should give it to you, let alone your children's jade and silk?

And this person is the ancestor of the witch clan - Yifu.

But Chen Baiqi flipped through many books but couldn't find any more detailed deeds about Yifu. It seemed that someone deliberately erased or hidden.

However, according to the examples on the side, Yifu was also loyal to the Nan Zhao Kingdom. He fought east and west for the founding kings, and expanded territory and boundaries. The witch clan was also a cabinet of wise ministers who assisted the kings in all dynasties. Their heavy traces are indelible in the torrent of history.

"What kind of tragic incident should be followed by a tragic change that will make the ministers who have been praised for hundreds of years become the current situation of unstoppable death?"

The girl's tender and ignorant face still has innocence that she is ignorant of the world, but her quiet tone has a different feeling from the past.

The boy in the dark had half-hung his crow's eyelashes, and he curled his lips and smiled.

Now that it has become such a situation, it doesn’t matter who is wrong or who is right at the beginning.

Both sides only know that the tombs buried with bones and the rivers flowing with blood all require the souls of living people to sacrifice to rest in peace.

But this game of monarch and ministers that has been continuing for a century will eventually win and lose, and let’s see who is better at it.

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The stars are sparse and the moon is bright, and the city walls are continuous and stone slabs are laid along the street. The moonlight that is scattered like silver frost and even the snow light looks a little gentle.

On the way back, Chen Baiqi seemed to become sentimental. Perhaps he knew something, or perhaps his head was filled with too many things that she couldn't understand. She pursed her red lips and looked at Bai Ma Zichi. Xue Zhi's little face was less obedient than daytime and more sobering to break through the fog: "Brother, will you always protect me like today?"

Bai Ma Zichi held her small and soft little hand. I don’t know when he started, but he didn’t resist her touch, perhaps at the moment when he turned her into his own.

He took her across Huanghuang Night Street, and the transparent young man said with a plain voice: "Who should I protect?"

Chen Baiqi was stunned: "I."

"Who are you?"

She frowned and replied in confusion: "Baima Zirui."
Chapter completed!