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Chapter 1699: Cold Hell Tunnel Sodel, the Ice Prison Nail Sword Tears the Face(1/3)

Chapter 1699: Cold Hell Tunnel Sodel, the face of the ice nail sword is torn apart
"Zheng..."
The sound of the piano can be heard in the faint place, reverberating deeply.
After crossing the Yin Ningquan River and arriving at the depths of the cold sea, following the guidance of the cold current, we arrived at the Cold Prison and successfully found the target cell.
The cell door was half open, and a slightly familiar girl was guarding the doorway of the thick blue ice.
She had an oval face and was leaning against the ice wall with her eyes closed, listening to the sound of the piano. The two small dimples on her cheeks were filled with an intoxicating smile.
Her eyelashes are long and black, her skin is as white as snow and can be broken by a blow, and she looks like she is no more than twenty years old.
As soon as you get closer, you can faintly smell that exquisite and graceful body, which is exuding the charming fragrance of virginity.
"Miss Dai'er."
Yue Gongjie's voice softened a little and he called softly.
He knew this maid. When she gave advice in the barren mountains before, Miss Dai'er gave the most and most pertinent advice.
In the end, she was the first to leave, clearly disdaining the "reward" of the space ring and the spiritual palace.
A maid was so "upright and honorable", and she had no other intentions than helping herself out of good intentions. This made Yue Gong's words make her feel ashamed of herself when she thought about it.
Of course, he would not investigate this maid and try to understand her in depth.
The reason why I know Miss Dai'er's name is just because someone called her so when we said goodbye at the end.
Yue Gongji just remembered it.
"Um?"
Miss Dai'er, who was leaning against the ice wall, obviously had a low level of cultivation and her safety awareness needed to be strengthened urgently. She didn't open her eyes until Yue Gong said something.
Only when you look closely can you see that Miss Dai'er's eyes are very big, and the color is also very attractive, watery like two attractive black and purple grapes.
"It's you!"
When Miss Dai'er saw the outsider, she panicked at first and subconsciously shrank her shoulders, but there was an ice wall behind her and there was no way to retreat.
Immediately he remembered something, felt relieved, covered his red lips in a funny way, and said with a sly look in his eyes:
"Lao Hui, you also think that I...well, our suggestion is right, right? You really came to see Sister Nu!"
The maid of Tingyu Pavilion is indeed quite presumptuous!
This couldn't help but make Yue Gongjie feel a little strange.
Because if we were to leave, no maid would dare to tease herself like this throughout the entire Han Palace Emperor Realm, and they would not even dare to raise their heads and speak.
This is Mr. Li's person... Yue Gongjie smiled helplessly:
"Miss Dai'er is very smart. After I went back, I thought about it and decided to come here to ask for a meeting..."
"Well, I would like to ask you to meet the Moon Palace Slave... Miss... before you can enter the barren mountain."
Miss Dai'er waved her hands repeatedly, with a little panic on her face.
It can be seen that she wants to explain a few words. This is not an idea she came up with, but the result of everyone's brainstorming.
You cannot take the blame alone.
But then I thought about it, there is no benefit in talking too much to the same old man, and it is easy to become more and more unclear.
It was already terrifying to have her name remembered. She did not dare to say anything more. She waved her hands slightly awkwardly and said:
"There's no need to tell me this, Mr. Hui, just go in..." He pointed towards the door of the cell, which was full of deportation.
Yue Gongji looked along.
The cell in Han Prison was originally not big, but the one prepared for Miss Yue Gong Slave was extremely spacious.
It is said that it is a prison cell, but from the perspective of the environment, it is better to say that it is a yin-attribute cave heaven and paradise, with its own universe inside, which is better than ordinary spiritual sites.
Looking like this, through the half-open ice wall, Yue Gongjie could only see a corridor, but could not get a glimpse of the entire interior.
Of course, although Cold Prison looks nice, it is by no means a good place.
This is also a place where laws are broken, the rules are completely chaotic, and the spiritual refiner is suffering every moment here.
Moreover, after the holy power and ancestral power were contained, the yin energy entered the body, and every breath he took was torture.
Yue Gongji is very tortured right now.
His whole body's strength was suppressed by 90%, and he could hardly even use his holy thoughts.
This is under the premise that he went to Cold Prison in the name of "visiting" and obtained the "Jade Pendant of Passage".
Miss Yuegong Slave has no protection measures. She has stayed here for thirty years. How much suffering will she have to suffer?
"Isn't Miss Dai'er here to visit...her? Why are you standing here?" Yue Gongji withdrew his gaze, and did not choose to enter the cell alone, but looked at the woman in front of him.
"I'm..." Dai'er was stared at a little awkwardly, "Appreciating the piano..."
Zheng——
There was silence at the cell door.
The sound of the guqin flowed out from the half-open door.
The sound of the piano has reached a good level, and there is no trace of the deep resentment in the boudoir. Instead, the sound of the tinkling of the quiet spring has turned into the solemn and solemn time.
Yue Gongjie closed his eyes, relaxed his mind, and felt that he was drawn into the wild battlefield in the forest environment.
The color is dark. Under the gloomy sky, there are armored knights carrying halberds and long thorns, and giant warriors holding shields and wielding axes...
The blow of the sword is like cracking porcelain and breaking jade.
The ghost's plaintive moan is like a wounded wolf crying.
The battle was fought to the last moment, and the armies of both sides fought until blood flowed. No one succeeded and the enemy was defeated, and both the enemy and ourselves were killed or injured.
Then the sound of the piano gradually died down, and Yue Gongjie opened his eyes, feeling as if he was lost.
"It's a good song "Shang Nanting". I seem to have seen the root cause of sinful soil and blood disaster. If the ancestor of martial arts did not fall into the evil spirit, palm the blood tree, and bind the blood world pearl, thinking about this part...sigh."
Shaking his head and sighing, Yue Gong said no more, pointed at the ice door and said: "Miss Dai'er, please go in with me."
He didn't ask much about the reason why the maid was here.
I think either I have offended the Moon Palace Slave, or there is a limit on the number of visitors.
Although Yue Gongjie came to Han Prison for the first time to visit someone, he knew that these things were irrelevant.
If he wanted to take it, he took it.
"ah?"
Dai'er pointed at herself, but her expression was a little evasive, "No, it's not good..."
"Just think of it as showing me the way, let's go."
Yue Gongji couldn't help but finish speaking and walked into the door.
What's wrong with the dignified order of the Soul-Guarding Palace and someone who breaks the rules? Can the Emperor of Han Palace still punish me?

The "cell" of the Moon Palace Slave is indeed very large.
The Cold Hell is actually a huge ice cellar dug deep into the cold sea. The temperature is horribly low. When you walk inside, you can see rough ice walls everywhere.
The corridor is very long, twists and turns, and before reaching the end, the road seems to be several times longer than usual.
Miss Dai'er was very cold. She was shivering even though her exposed shoulders were slightly clasped as she followed the old man.
"Miss Dai'er, what do you think of Miss Yue Gongnu's piano skills?"
Yue Gongjie was dressed in a black shirt and a long robe. He looked like an elder. He was walking in front, chatting actively with each other.
"Of course..." Dai'er shrank her head and murmured in a low voice, "How dare I comment? It must be superb!"
"Can Miss Dai'er also play "Shang Nan Ting"?"
"Yeah, I can... too."
Dai'er said as she secretly raised her eyes, glanced at the old man in front of her, raised her hands unconsciously, held her breasts in her arms and grabbed her shoulders, as if she wanted to cover her more.
To be continued...
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