Freljord Northern Icefield, Frostguard Fortress, Nine Pillars Chamber.
There is only one person left in the nine icicles connecting the Hall of Nine Deities. The other icicles are empty and have not been inhabited for a long time.
This situation occurs simply because one person is enough to play the role of nine people.
In the man's dream, the Void Watcher under the Perfect Ice has not awakened for more than two hundred years. The watchers who have been responsible for maintaining and repairing the seal for more than two hundred years have been able to successfully produce snowmen from the Hall of Nine Deities without any risk. Zhen Bing repaired the cracks and exited without incident.
The Void Watcher seems to be forever intoxicated in the man's dream and can never wake up, while the immortal man has endless novel dreams. The two seem to be the most compatible existence between heaven and earth, and even the entire Nine Pillars Secret Room and the Hall of Nine Deities seemed to be built for the man in front of him.
Lissandra had never imagined that the man in front of her could be so perfect and could suppress the Void Watcher for two hundred and ten years.
Putting her hand outside the icicle, Lissandra gently brushed the man's cheek, staring blankly at the man's charming and attractive body.
A layer of water mist gradually appeared on the surface of the icicles, and the water mist quickly condensed into naughty little ice beads, crystal clear and reflecting a blurry luster.
Lissandra relaxed herself and lazily lay back on the Perfect Ice Chair. Only at this time could she remember that she was a woman, not a piece of ice that wanted to bury all the secrets.
After expelling other dreamers, this place became her private space with men. The place of work and slaughter became ambiguous, and her dead heart also gained a few different tremors.
Perhaps she was full of curiosity about the man, or perhaps she was in revenge for the man's offense to her before falling asleep, or perhaps she had never indulged herself so much. I don't know when, Lissandra put down all pretense in the secret room. and cover up, and become the most authentic human being.
She understood that she had fallen.
The only spectators are always sleeping men, and the quiet air is always filled with fascinating hormones. Lissandra seems to have returned to a thousand years ago. At that time, she also wanted to have a perfect love of her own.
She once imagined that after defeating the god who enslaved the people of Freljord, she would marry her wife and have children, and the family of three would spend their lives loving each other.
The joy of betrayal lingers in the itchy spots of the soul like a trickle of spring water. The pleasure of depravity makes the Ice Queen's body begin to convulse. The woman cannot suppress her inner satisfaction when she thinks that she is doing the most blasphemous thing in such a sacred place. and desire.
The surging waves kept coming, until a magic stone shimmered. Lissandra had to calm down, patted her face, and put on the cold mask again with difficulty. The woman got dressed and adjusted. own voice.
"What's wrong?"
The Queen's tone was extremely cold, which made the Iceborn Warlock shudder, thinking that he might have influenced the Queen who was doing something important.
"Master Witch, a strange woman named 'Soraka' wants to see you. She said she knows a man named 'Lester' is here with you."
Lissandra frowned, feeling a little irritated when she heard the name 'Soraka'.
Even his own bodyguards who had passed through who knows how many generations had forgotten the name "Leister", but there were still people who couldn't forget it.
"Take her to the Ice Palace."
"yes."
Putting down the magic crystal, Lissandra reluctantly looked back at the sleeping man in the icicle, and left the Nine-Pillar Chamber in the flickering of magic runes.
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After being brought into the hall by the ruthless Frost Guard warriors, Soraka looked disappointed while holding her Crescent Staff.
With Zuo Yin's help, she found Lester's whereabouts, but what was the point? The friend she promised had turned into a handful of loess.
Time has passed for so long that even she has forgotten many things in the past.
Ever since she lost her sense of Lester, she has been wandering in the land of Freljord. In order to fulfill Vernis's last wish, she still did not give up, but the most ruthless time has taken away her surroundings.
With everything familiar and powerless, can she really save Lester?
The sound of footsteps in the distance brought Soraka back to her senses. The one-horned star looked at the queen on the throne and took the initiative to lower her head and bow.
"Queen Lissandra, I'm here to find Lester. Could you please be kind enough to free Lester?"
"Who is Lester? I don't know him."
Lissandra said calmly.
"Soraka, listen, the person you are looking for is probably not here. You should look elsewhere."
"Queen Lissandra, I think there is no point in hiding it like this. I just want to fulfill my promise and don't want to be your enemy."
Soraka's words had a bit of an unpleasant threat. Lissandra stood up from the throne and said coldly.
"Visitor from heaven, you are not welcome here. Guard, send this rude guest away!"
Frowning as she watched Soraka being driven out of the hall by the guards, Lissandra was stunned for a moment, then her expression changed and she quickly returned to the Nine Pillars Chamber.
By the time Lissandra returned to the Nine Pillars Chamber, the icicles had been damaged and the man in the icicles had disappeared. The walls of the chamber were engraved with runes that disrupted space transmission, but there were always some forces that could ignore these magical runes.
The restraints and wanton trampling of the laws of the material realm.
The remaining astral magic in the air already showed who took away the thing he was interested in. What's even more annoying is that the uninvited guest also left magic expressions on the other eight intact icicles, all with their tongues sticking out.
