Wu Zhang's pupils contracted sharply. Even before he could get close, he could already smell the sweet smell of death. His dry lips opened and closed, and he could not make a syllable.

At this moment, he finally understood why this person could calmly break into the prince's bedroom alone.

Such terrible power and magical powers are probably not inferior to that of the Prince Wu Ying in the palace.

How stupid, in order to please the prince's brother, he actually tried to kill this person alone.

Ling Tiansu didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but when he passed through the heavy snow curtain of night and the smiley eyes under his aura were about to fall apart, his body suddenly moved.

A heavy fog suddenly appeared in the palace, and the frost crystal-like fog body was clearly visible to the naked eye. A cold white giant wall rose up in a shorter time than a moment.

Wu Zhang's sand-shaking bones' fingers hit hard on the ice wall. The bones of his hand were broken and severe pain came, but the thick ice wall as thick as a mountain blocked the adsorption of the other party's qi.

His body, which was uncontrollably entering the death space, also collapsed in an instant like a kite with a broken string.

The cold night wind blew up his luxurious robes, and his back was covered with cold sweat.

Inside the transparent ice wall, the shadowy black shadow moved slightly, under the refraction of the cold light.

The black cloak hidden under the energy floats lightly like a cloud, emitting a smooth and soft color. Under the reflection of the cold light of the ice wall, it shimmers like snake scales.

Under the black sleeve robe, a slender, pale, beautiful and ominous hand slowly deep.

Wu Zhang widened his eyes and looked at the palm slowly approaching the ice wall. He felt that his blood was evacuated.

Because he saw the hand that was as perfect as jade porcelain but not angry, without palm lines!

In this world, there are people without palm lines, which look like a dummy made from lifeless ceramics.

But if it is a dummy, what explanation will be given to the powerful force released from the other person's body?

In this world, is there any carrier that can accommodate such terrible power and pressure?

This thought had just arose in my mind, and before I could get any answers, Wu Zhang's pupils contracted violently again.

In the cracked sound of the crack, there was a five-foot-thick ice wall covered with cracks under the pale and cold palm.

It was like a cracked mirror, suddenly bursting.

In the shattered blast, the cold breath of death spread out in the body wrapped in the black robe and hood.

The cold and slender beautiful palm approached him, and his movements were indescribable grace.

The delicate and white skin of the palm had not yet reached its peak, and Wu Zhang's breathing suddenly tightened and his neck seemed to be tightly pinned by a cold snake.

The eyes and brain matter in his head seemed to burst and explode. The huge pressure made his throat feel sweet, as if his last breath of vitality could be poured out at any time.

At this time, the sound of Qingyue's string was sounded in this night of death, and then the sound of arrows flying through the space at high speed was about to pierce the eardrums.

A light of arrows that looked like the light of the east, shot the space in front of him through the air with cold air. In his bloody and red eyes, he saw the space in front of his neck, and a transparent and azure-colored illusory palm was shot to pieces by the arrow.

The cold air is crazy

It was so crazily poured into the mouth and nose, scattering the fishy and sweet meaning in the throat into the abdomen, and the feeling of regaining vitality was too wonderful.

A low laughter was shrouded in the breath of death.

The north wind on the winter night swept with scattered wind and snow, brushing his eyebrows. A dark night-like shirt was covered with the cold light of scales, and silently scratched his eyebrows.

Before it was drawn, the dim star sand between Wu Zhang's eyebrows had already produced a shallow crack, and the bright red light oozed out of the crack, as if it was gently swept by a sharp knife.

After twists and turns, Wu Zhang even forgot his fear, his hands and feet became weak, and he developed a despair that he had nowhere to escape or power.

At this moment, a calm and powerful palm rested on his shoulder.

The palm of the hand had the frost sword intent that had not dissipated. It suddenly clasped his shoulders and a huge force came towards him.

The sound of violent vibration of the air came from under his feet. When he looked down, he was stirred by a magical force and created transparent ripples. He was held by the man behind him and retreated quickly.

The surrounding spaces are hidden and disappear, which shows how fast the evacuation is.

"Since I'm here to be in a hurry to die, don't show such a cowardly expression." A calm voice came from behind, but it made people feel extremely calm when they fell into their ears.

Wu Zhang was taken to the eaves of a palace outside the high wall, and his light sleeves were lifted up by the wind and brushed across his cheeks.

Looking back, through the green sleeves, I saw an impeccable facial features.

He stood two steps behind Wu Zhang, and his warm and clean palms were still placed on his shoulders. The dull and boring stone beasts carved on the eaves seemed to become vivid at this moment.

The moon spots cut by sharp edges and corners spread to his face, as if a layer of sacred light was crossed.

It is clearly very close to him, but it makes people feel a little out of reach.

Did she save me? He saved him from the hands of the demon-like man.

Wu Zhang's heartbeat inexplicably accelerated, and for a moment he forgot that there was still a huge danger waiting for him ahead.

Ling Tiansu did not notice Wu Zhang's subtle gaze quietly changing. He was looking at the man in black robe with a vague wind shadow on the wall ahead.

When the man in black robe saw Ling Tiansu taking action, the cold murderous intent released in his body was strangely put away, and the pale and lifeless palm was hidden back into his sleeves.

The man was tall, with wind and snow behind him, but his robe was fluttering lightly in the air. He was not blown by the wind in the sky and earth, and the heavy snow would not fall even if it was falling.

Instead, it has a strange charm, slowly, as frivolous as a flowing cloud, and looks really mysterious.

The hood perfectly covered the man's face. Through the wind and snow, you could only vaguely see under the brim of the silver-edged hat, which was half a perfect white pointed chin.

During midnight, the white chin moved slightly. Although the sound was covered by the aura, it still made people feel that the sound was cold and wet, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

"I suddenly realized that you are wearing blue clothes and are quite attractive." The words said were strange jokes, and even a little gloating.

Ling Tiansu's eyes narrowed slightly, but there was no unnecessary emotion. He just said calmly: "You can't kill anyone tonight, and if you continue to entangle, there will be no result. It's just a waste of time."

That

But I chuckled softly and said, "It's so interesting to deal with you, it's not a waste of time."

Ling Tiansu frowned and said, "Don't you think it's cold tonight?"

The man nodded a long time, and his voice suddenly became meaningful: "Are you worried about an irrelevant person?"

Ling Tiansu's voice also became a little cold with the cold winter night: "I mean, I'm very cold and want to sleep, please take care of yourself."

The man laughed out loud, but his body was silent, sliding on the high wall like a ghost. The black mist that wrapped around his body pulled out a very black and dreamy long shadow in the air.

"What are you going to do?!" Looking at the shadow that was approaching in an instant, Wu Zhang showed an extremely frightened look. Surprisingly, he looked at his distorted and panic as he saw his mother's neck being held by a knife, but he also stood in front of Ling Tiansu and refused to give in.

The man gently spread his sleeves and Wu Zhang rolled down from the eaves.

The man was very close to Ling Tiansu. His body and feet, covered by black robe, did not fall on the eaves, but floated in the air like a fog without weight.

A clear and desolate aura lingered in, just like the snow-covered land in the wilderness battlefield, the smell of dry bones radiating a faint cold fragrance on the edge of death.

The strong wind blows the black hood open, and the long wind like crow feathers dances wildly in the wind, but every long hair is wrapped with a hidden energy that makes people unable to see through the breath.

The face of this person is even more difficult to distinguish clearly. You can only see a blurry outline and a pair of blue eyes that emit gems.

It was an extremely moist and beautiful pair of eyes, but in the dark light, it was rich in some evil temptation.

The man slowly had a hand deep inside. Even if he couldn't see the whole picture clearly, he could still feel the innate elegance in his behavior and his condescending and enjoying fun things.

"Well, I can only stop here tonight. I'm just here to explore the rumored Prince's secrets, but I didn't expect that he would be even more difficult and troublesome than I thought. It seems that the time is not yet ripe. But..."

The faint thin lips are clearly visible and the color is extremely light, but when they are slightly opened, they give people a fishy sweet feeling like blood soaking in the night.

The tone of the voice is very clear and gentle, like the intimacy between lovers, but between the lines, there is a sense of killing with a hellish atmosphere.

You can see under the black fog, the thin corners of the lips are dangerously curled up, and a pair of sharp and beautiful teeth that are as sharp as demons flashes with the sharpness and poison that is so severe that it is: "When the fruit is ripe, will it be sweeter and more delicious to pick it?"

For the person who exuded a strange and dangerous aura on his body, Ling Tiansu said lightly: "Wu Ying's life is mine."

"Then let's see who has the more ruthless means and will take action faster. Hope... you won't let people down. After all..."

Ling Tiansu's narrow and long fox eyes narrowed out a cold curve, but he didn't say anything anymore. He just looked at the dreamlike figure in front of him with a cold look, scattered into black fog, completely disappearing from his sight.

There was still a cold orchid fragrance remaining in the air. In the biting cold night, although the strange black shadow had completely disappeared from Ling Tiansu's sight.

The wind is clear and the snow is quiet. In this endless dark night, it seems to have a pair of devil-like scarlet vertical pupils, dangerous and ambiguous, and insight into everything about him.

(ps: It should be very obvious. Can you guess who this man in black is?)
Chapter completed!