Chapter 393: The little princess in the ice crystal! 2
On the city wall of Tingxueguan, the demon Dao Xuanji couldn't help but shout
"General Xuanyuan, that little princess, fell down, fell down..."
His voice was full of ecstasy, and his voice seemed more sharp because of excessive excitement.
"My poisonous curse works, it works, ha..."
He laughed like a lunatic
Xuanyuan Ji glanced at the soldiers of Feng Ling Kingdom who were quickly retreating, and suddenly waved his palm.
"Go out of the city immediately and find the little princess for me. I want to see people alive and corpses alive!"
Following his order, a team of soldiers rushed out of the city gate and ran out to search.
Soon, the soldiers found a light blue robe exposed outside the snow in the snow.
Carefully dig out the snow and saw the delicate little man inside, completely wrapped in ice crystals, everyone was stunned.
Yes, Murong Wushuang!
Around her, there was a layer of transparent and crystal ice. Through the ice layer, you could clearly see her facial features, her eyebrows, and every eyelash of her eyelashes.
She lowered her eyes, lay quietly, peacefully like a sleeping baby
The sun shines on the ice, shining with colorful lights, giving people a feeling that it seems that the person inside is shining.
At that moment, no one suspected that she was a fairy!
"What are you doing while standing there? Take her back!"
The captain came to his senses first and ordered
"Captain, is that OK?"
A soldier looked at Murong Wushuang on the ground with some hesitation
"I think she seems to be a fairy. Will we be punished by God?"
"Your mother's bullshit!"
The captain slapped him in the back of the head
"I just know that if we don't carry her back, the general will immediately ask for our heads! Lift it!"
The soldiers dared not hesitate any more when he was scolded
After all, things like God's punishment are always far away. General Xuanyuan is a person who will die at any time.
Several people worked together to lift Murong Wushuang, who was frozen and walked towards the gate of Wenxueguan.
In the crystal ice layer under the sun, Murong Wushuang's lips seemed to be raised