Chapter 220 Emperor x Cultist 41
The sunlight outside the window was dazzling. Qianzhou looked at the wall covered with inky ice crystals, which seemed to be unique in the world of ice and snow.
Thinking of Honglian's embarrassed look just now, the haze in my heart seemed to dissipate a little.
Qianzhou lowered his head, and the expression on his face finally relaxed a little.
He saw a very helpless expression on Honglian's face.
There's nothing I can do about it.
Qianzhou sighed.
He grabbed Honglian's sleeve and looked around, "...Are you injured?"
"I'm fine." Honglian said.
He spoke in a calm tone, stretched out his hand and pressed on the ice spike in front of him, slowly applying force with his fingertips.
It is worthy of being the ancient ice, it does not move at all.
This life-threatening thing is more powerful than you can imagine.
If the person in front of him was not Qian Zhou, Hong Lian would have already convicted him.
The crime of assassinating the emperor.
Qianzhou touched the golden ribbon on his wrist. This thing is very useful and can prevent the magic power from leaking.
Honglian sat upright on the bed and looked around. The whole room was frozen.
The temperature was even lower than on the snowy plains outside.
Apart from Qianzhou, whose original attribute is ancient ice, if it weren't for Honglian accompanying him, an ordinary person would definitely be frozen unconscious within half a minute.
Qianzhou sat next to him. The originally good house has now become an ice house.
“…Really?”
How could anyone in the world do such a stupid thing?
Qianzhou sulked for a while and crossed his arms.
When Qianzhou thought of Honglian and Youyinte’s plans, he was in trouble on both sides.
He couldn't bear to watch anyone die like that.
Qianzhou threw himself into Honglian's arms, with nothing in his mind, recalling the scene of Honglian hastily dodging the sharp thorns.
The voice was muffled and said:
"I can't help but think..."
Qianzhou buried his face in Honglian's arms. When he looked up, he saw that Honglian was stunned for a moment.
Honglian frowned slightly, her eyes were very deep.
It seemed as if he wanted to imprint Qianzhou's appearance at this moment in his mind, so that he would not forget it either before or after his death.
"Don't look at me like that. I won't let anything happen to you two..." Qianzhou grabbed Honglian's fingers.
He is like a lazy yet grumpy cat.
After pinching Honglian's fingertips and then letting go, Qianzhou hugged himself and said:
"I've gotten into a lot of trouble and accomplished a lot. There's always a way."
Honglian listened to Qianzhou's muttering and became a little more obedient after he finished.
He can find a comfortable position by himself, but he still likes to stay in Honglian's arms.
Honglian has holy fire, and her body is extremely warm.
Qianzhou spread out his hands, and the golden ribbon thought he was making trouble again and wrapped it tighter.
It disagrees.
Okay, okay...
Although the stupid thing has been done, it can still be salvaged.
So Qianzhou tried a few more times, but still couldn't make the ice disappear completely.
But he has gradually mastered the method of controlling the power of his body and slowly controlling his own magical flow.
The golden ribbon loosened its shackles little by little, and Qianzhou held Honglian's hand.
He held his breath, stretched out his hand and covered the wall, and the ancient ice on the wall slowly disappeared.
After the first time, there will be a second time, and gradually you will move towards success.
Qianzhou went from a chaotic and rampaging state to being under control.
It only took one afternoon.
The sun was setting outside the window. Qianzhou was very tired and nestled obediently in Honglian's arms.
The golden ribbon obeyed the emperor's order and tied both of Qianzhou's hands together.
Qian Zhou didn't make a fuss this time. He rarely allowed himself to be tied up. He thought to himself -
Two days left.
Qianzhou closed his eyes and called him softly: "Honglian..."
Honglian responded.
The pale yellow light of sunset shone into the house, and half of Qianzhou's face was reflected in the sunlight.
It is a color that is different from that of everyone else.
Honglian stretched out her hand and lightly placed it on the side of Qianzhou's face.
It would be best for such a good person not to suffer any hardships.
Honglian held Qianzhou tightly in his arms. He had never loved anyone so much.
This emotion transcends everything, and he always stands firmly behind Qianzhou.
Honglian held Qianzhou's hand and kissed the smooth and delicate back of his hand.
Honglian's profile was hidden in the shadows, his eyebrows and eyes were cold and handsome, always with a hint of murderous aura.
His red hair is his distinctive and special symbol, and no one else in the kingdom can replicate this unique temperament.
In the past, Honglian was an upright and serious emperor who regarded the laws of the kingdom as the most important core.
Honglian did struggle in her heart, but when she thought about letting go of Qianzhou's hand.
The scene was so painful that I couldn't breathe.
Qian Zhou didn't know what he saw in his dream, and a few drops of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Honglian hugged him tightly, and Qianzhou quickly opened his eyes again.
He only slept for a short time. It turns out that kittens can't sleep well when they have something on their minds.
Looking at the moon outside the window, it was covered by foggy clouds and the edge of the crescent was blurred.
Qianzhou tried his best not to think about those things, he held Honglian's hand.
The question came out of nowhere: "Your father doesn't like you...will you be bullied?"
Honglian placed her hand on Qianzhou's forehead, "Why did you dream about such a thing?"
He looked at the night outside the window, his voice echoing in the house, hoarse and low.
"No one would want to provoke me. Although the relationships within the royal family are complicated, I am quite powerful and have many families supporting me."
Qian Zhou listened quietly, "Tell me more about your childhood."
Honglian lives in the royal family. If Qianzhou is lucky, he may be able to see the childhood Honglian in the time channel.
He must not have been this tall at that time.
The strength was far less than it is now.
Qianzhou thought that he wanted to have an arm wrestling competition with Xiao Honglian.
Then you're sure to win.
Honglian didn't know what Qianzhou was planning. She recalled the past carefully and said calmly:
"In the past, the royal family often organized boxing matches. Because I always won, my father disqualified me from participating."
"How could he do this?" Qian Zhou said unhappily.
Honglian held his hand. "At the time, I didn't think my father was wrong. I just thought he was warning me to challenge those who are stronger and not to be complacent."
"So I competed with the Paladin leader every day, and indeed, I made great progress. Word spread, and other princes followed my example and went to the leader for advice, but they were turned away."
"They turned and challenged me. As their numbers grew, my father confiscated my sword."
After so many years, there was still some doubt in Honglian's eyes.
Qianzhou sat up and said, "What's unclear? Someone is jealous of you and told your father about this."
"He doesn't need to worry about the Snow Demon. When people have too much energy, they tend to overthink. Why is the Paladin leader only teaching you? Are you two colluding? Will this disrupt the current balance?"
Qian Zhou said, "Emperors have been like this since ancient times."
Honglian nodded, "How do you know so clearly?"
"Don't ask, I know a lot." Qian Zhou looked at the moon, "What happened next?"
"Later..." Honglian was lost in thought.
"I realized belatedly that my father disliked me the most."
Qianzhou hugged Honglian even tighter.
Honglian remained calm, as if those memories had faded away. He continued:
"I met that guy You Yinte. My first impression was that he was moody and murderous."
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