【Ice Nine】Cage

The cave was very empty, and there was a natural gap in the dome. The skylight poured in through the opening, illuminating the small piece of land in the center of the cave.

The rotten air spread to the surroundings, and the blood poured on the ground squirmed, scrambling to crawl towards the human figure in the center, and then submerged and disappeared.

Luo Binghe smiled, but he involuntarily clenched the hand hanging by his side.

The blood was completely absorbed by the human-shaped object, a layer of spiritual light appeared, wrapped in a vast expanse of whiteness, and there were countless small spiritual currents swimming and dancing on it, busyly carving out meticulously.

Luo Binghe stood a few steps away from that piece of land, staring fixedly at the "person" who had already been carved into shape.

Gather the aura of heaven and earth, bask in the brilliance of the sun and the moon, and the effect of the sun and moon dew Huazhi is really extraordinary.

Luo Binghe approached, knelt down, and slowly stroked the "person"'s cheek.

The cold fingers brushed the eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, and the thin lips inch by inch, and then gently stroked the side of the face.

It's really the same.

It's just that he obviously has a gentle appearance, but inside he is a mean and cold-blooded villain.

But what does it matter?

Luo Binghe took off his outer shirt, covered his naked body, and moved gently, hugging him into his arms with great pity, just like he did to his countless lovers.

Mo Beijun looked at the gradually clear man in black and the person in his arms at the entrance of the cave, nodded slightly, and said softly: "Congratulations, Your Majesty."

Luo Binghe's eyes were squinted by the too hot sunlight outside, but it didn't seem to be enough to disturb his good mood. He didn't stop, and said with a smile while walking: "Mobei, I want to enter the Holy Tomb, The most recent matters are still left to you to deal with.”

Mobei-Jun still had that indifferent tone, and responded in the direction Luo Binghe left: "Yes, Your Majesty."

The wind in the forest was rustling, and occasionally a few traces of bloody air blew up, and it was submerged in the wind again in an instant.

It also seems that there is a bamboo fragrance passing by in the wind, swirling with the thin leaves, fluttering and refreshing.

"Master, we will see you soon."