"Unless you become my woman." His voice was low, his purple eyes were scorching, and he looked at Zhiyan deeply, with infinite expectations.

The expectation on Zhiyan's face was shattered, and it was as cold as ice in an instant, "Impossible!"

"Is that so, it's really hurt!" Qi Mufeng murmured, sighed, and the affection on his face calmed down, turning into a wounded look.

"Tell me, how can I enter the Xuanguang Hall? Don't mention unacceptable conditions."

"The Xuanguang Palace is the source of the mysterious energy of the Heavenly Palace, and is the top priority. Unless it is me or the previous saint lord, you can enter it. Of course, if it is my woman, you can enter it naturally. Since you don't want to be my woman,

There is only one way to become the next Holy Lord." With Zhiyan's eyes forced to confess, Qi Mufeng finally compromised and said a compromise method.

As long as you can keep her by your side, everything will be fine.

"But Lord Saint Lord?" Although he wanted to enter the Xuanguang Hall, he did not want to harm the interests of the Lord because of himself. After all, he had always cared about himself.

"Don't worry, it's just the next one, and it's not something you can accept immediately. Besides, it's not that you can be the one who wants to be the one. The lord of the Heavenly Palace has high power and strict requirements. It has to go through layers of tests and is not qualified.

Even if you enter the Xuanguang Hall, you will not be competent."

A trace of evil curve was curled up at the corner of Qi Mufeng's lips, his voice was filled with a hint of joking, his knife-like handsome face was cold and proud, and his body was filled with a domineering aura of a superior.

"This is the best!" Zhiyan thought to herself that she didn't want to become a holy master. Her only hope was to enter the Xuanguang Hall, absorb the mysterious energy, and improve her own strength.

She was so eager to become stronger, so eager to gain strength, and could not be weaker, she had to be strong enough to be admired and tremble.

"Okay, I agree, when will I be able to get in?" Zhiyan agreed in one sip.

"No hurry, accompany me to a place first." Qi Mufeng waved his hand, and a force came, spinning, and the next second he came to the Snow Lotus Pond.

The cold water is rippling, the ice lotus blooms, the pool is full of water, exuding a faint fragrance, and one snow lotus after another spreads in the pool, like a holy fairy, trying hard to display its beauty.

The snow lotus flowers are as thin as a gauze, and they are so beautiful that they are so beautiful that the cold air in the pond is coming layer by layer, making people feel endless cold.

Looking at the large snow lotus in front of him, Zhiyan's slightly restless heart completely calmed down. A ray of soft light flashed across her clear and cold pupils. She was thin and looked weak, as if she could blow her away in an instant.

Qi Mufeng's eyes darkened. She couldn't help but feel distressed. She wanted to rub her into her arms, take good care of her, and love her carefully.

"Do you remember this place?" Qi Mufeng asked, resisting the urge to bring her into his arms.

"You haven't told you what's going on with your body?" Zhiyan blinked and her eyes turned to the rockery in the center of the pool.

"Ha, Yin and Yang body, transformed from the moonlit night, suffering from the pain of tearing and torture." Qi Mufeng smiled faintly and shrugged indifferently. He had long been used to the pain of tearing once a month.
Chapter completed!