"What happened to Qing Ge?" An Suyou stood up from the tiger leather chair with a solemn face and stared at Hong Yi, "Shouldn't you be training in the far north right now? What's wrong? What happened?
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Beside, Wu Yu, who was reviewing papers, his turbid eyes flickered a few times, revealing a hint of nervousness, "What about the Xue Lingzhu? Is it still in Ye Qingge's body?"
An Suyou frowned.
Hearing this, Hong Yi's swollen and fiery heart suddenly cooled down.
"The Queen of the Far North coveted the Snow Spirit Pearl obtained by Qingge and kidnapped Qingge. In order to give us other students a way to survive, Qingge followed them alone." Hongyi seemed to be completely disappointed with Wuyu.
The only remaining hope and hope was placed on An Suyou. He couldn't help but approach An Suyou and said, "Dean, Qingge is your apprentice. No one can save her except you."
"How long has it been since the accident?" An Suyou asked seriously, thoughtfully.
"No more, no less, just two days and nights." Hongyi said, "Lin Chong went there and wanted to delay it. Now Qingge's life and death are uncertain. I'm afraid it's more bad than good."
"It seems it's too late."
An Suyou turned around and looked at Wu Yu, "Brother Wu Yu, Qing Ge is in trouble. As a master, I can't just ignore death and save him. Say goodbye!" He arched his hands.
Wu Yu had kind eyes, smiled gently, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go with you."
An Suyou was surprised, as everyone knew that Wuyu couldn't tolerate light singing in his eyes.
After a while, An Suyou suddenly realized.
"Hongyi, please go out. I will discuss a few things with the great elder and we will leave for the far north soon." An Suyou said.
Hongyi nodded, turned around and retreated.
In the Mingyue Palace, the aura door slowly closed, and Hongyi stood in front of the door, his heart burning like a fire.
The sound of footsteps sounded, and Ji Qingfeng walked over quickly, "Hongyi, what happened? Why are you back alone? Where are the others? Where is Ye Qingge?"
"The Qingge people are in the far north, and their life and death are unpredictable." Hongyi said, "I came to Jialan just to find the dean to save her."
"Is it because of the Snow Lingzhu?" Ji Qingfeng asked.
Hong Yi nodded and immediately gritted his teeth, "That damn Mei Qingchen put a disaster into Qingge's heart. Does he still have a heart?" On the way from the Ice Valley to the Far North, Hong Yi also understood clearly.
The complete origin of the Snow Spirit Pearl.
Ji Qingfeng frowned and said nothing.
In the Mingyue Hall, the two old men looked at each other.
An Suyou said: "Don't put your mind on the Xue Lingzhu. The Xue Lingzhu has already entered Qingge's body, unless you want her life."
"Looking back, Qingge is just a little girl. Placing such a powerful ancient spiritual treasure in her body would be a waste of resources. What's more, ordinary people are not guilty of carrying the treasure. Qingge is not strong enough now. The Snow Spiritual Pearl will only bring her
After endless killings, we took out the Xue Lingzhu for her own good." Wu Yu tried to comfort An Suyou earnestly.
"Don't talk so much nonsense. As long as I, An Suyou, am alive for one day, who dares to touch my disciple?" An Suyou was furious.
Wu Yu frowned and immediately leaned into An Suyou's ear. He didn't know what he said, but he saw An Suyou's expression suddenly changed.
The facial features on the old face are gradually distorted.
After a while, Wu Yu and An Suyou left the Mingyue Palace one after another, summoned the blue-eyed flame-breathing horse, and flew towards the far north.
The two of them were like messengers from the gods.
Hongyi raised his head and watched the two figures flying across the sky, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Qingfeng." Hong Yi suddenly said.
Ji Qingfeng looked towards her.
"I don't want to stay in Jialan anymore." Hong Yi closed her eyes.
Ji Qingfeng was silent.
Suddenly, majestic footsteps sounded, and a group of people crossed the Nanhe Bridge and arrived at the Mingyue Palace.
Hongyi suddenly opened his eyes and took a closer look. These people were actually members of the Xingtian team.
"Sister Hongyi, we are going to the far north." One of them said, "I heard that the boss is in danger. We can't just sit here and wait for death in Jialan."
"The dean and the great elder have already passed. You are only going to die." Hongyi frowned and said angrily.
The man added, "If the boss and Brother Lin Chong both die there, what's the point of us surviving?"
Hongyi's frowned brows were like a knot. She wanted to say something else, but Ji Qingfeng grabbed her wrist, took a step forward, looked at the Xingtian team and others, and said suddenly like thunder:
"Let's go to the far north!"
Hong Yi turned to look at Ji Qingfeng, "Are you crazy?"
"Everyone is crazy." Ji Qingfeng looked at Hong Yi innocently.
Hongyi: "..."
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The far north.
In the dark dungeon, it seemed as if there were tea flowers that had been blooming all summer long.
The square iron prison, the iron chains that restrained the limbs, and the rustling sound were like the devil in the thousand-year-old coffin grinding his teeth in the middle of the night.
Chichi——
Chichi——
The woman with slightly closed eyes slowly opened a pair of dark eyes, radiating light and a cold light, as if thunder was falling from the sky.
Outside the cell door, there were villains and jailers coming and going. These people were so muscular that they could crack a wall with one punch, and their faces were all covered with half cold thin-skin masks.
Qingge looked at her hands coldly. The iron chains that restrained her limbs were extending in all directions of the iron prison, leaving her with no way to escape.
There was a small window above the wall she was leaning against.
A crumpled piece of brown paper was suddenly thrown in through the window, hitting Qing Ge on the head.
The brown paper fell to the ground, Qing Ge picked it up.
The range of movement was small, the chains clattered, and the sound was strong.
All the guards outside the cell suddenly looked this way.
Qingge took his time and gracefully picked up the crumpled brown paper.
Open the smooth kraft paper, and the first thing that catches your eye is the seven-star gear pattern in the lower left corner. There are a few lines of words written slantedly on the kraft paper.
"Boss, there are a total of 7749 cells in the dungeon. You are locked in the deepest part. There are a total of 152 mobile jailers in the cell, and nearly 30 of them are focused on guarding you. Queen of the North
There are three thousand people in the harem, and one of them is a handsome man, suitable for both men and women. You can try to seduce him and ask him to save you. If that doesn’t work, I, Lin Chong, will use a beauty trick to seduce the Queen of the Far North..."
Underneath these vulgar words is a map, which clearly depicts the specific locations of the forty-nine iron prisons and the flow direction of more than a hundred jailors.
Qingge smiled lightly, and her murderous eyes couldn't help but become a little gentler.
Lin Chong's words were as crude as they were, but they made her feel warm in her heart.
It was like walking naked in the snowy depths of winter, and a hug came so unexpectedly.
The map on the vellum was obviously divined by Fu Xi.
Qing Ge stared at the kraft paper in trance, thinking about the thunder in the thunder nest, and on what day the thunder disaster would occur naturally.
"What is that in your hand?"
"Hand it over!"
Outside the cell, a prison guard with a fierce and sinister aura stared at the brown paper on the soft singer with sharp eyes like an iron leopard.