Behind the corner, there is a black palace.
This palace exists alone, and there is only this main hall on the empty site. Unlike other halls, they all live next to each other.
Qianmo Qingcheng and Yun Luoxue stared at the main hall with the door closed in front of them. The black hall door seemed to be made of profound iron stone.
There was nothing on the gate of the temple, not even the most basic sculptures.
Yun Luoxue calmed down, only feeling that this hall was a little weird.
Qianmo Qingcheng's purple pupils stared at the palace gate, staring closely, the palace gate that was originally intact seemed to have opened a space-time tunnel, showing some dusty pictures.
A tall and tall middle-aged man, carrying a beautiful woman with a delicate figure, confronts a person on a huge field!
The whole body of the man was enveloped by a layer of black aura. He couldn't see his figure or appearance, as if it was just a black aura.
The middle-aged man and the woman are urging their whole body to fight against...
Qian Mo Qingcheng looked at it, only felt that there was an unnamed sense of intimacy, and wanted him to be close to this hall. Unwilling to let his feet move, Qianmo Qingcheng is like being on the scene, wanting to step into the picture before him.
It can be seen that the combination of men and women is not an opponent of that dark atmosphere.
He was going to help them, and a faint voice sounded in his heart, like a voice calling for a thousand years: They can't have anything, absolutely can't have anything...
"Qingcheng—" Yun Luoxue felt that Qianmo Qingcheng wanted to open the door of the palace to enter, and couldn't help but whisper.
Qianmo Qingcheng stared straight at the front of the hall with a dizzy eye, Yun Luoxue's call made Qianmo Qingcheng unexpectedly unheard of.
Yun Luoxue instantly felt that a bad premonition was growing in her heart. Her figure flashed, and she opened her arms to block Qianmo Qingcheng, her voice was colder than ever before, she whispered: "Qianmo Qingcheng—"
Little Treasure stood on Yun Luoxue's shoulders, looking at Qian Mo Qingcheng and narrowed his eyes slightly. Boss Qing looked like he saw something he shouldn't see
Qian Mo Qingcheng was startled, confused for a moment, then shook his head and saw the figure in front of him clearly. He frowned, "Luo Xue, what's the matter with you?"
Yun Luoxue stood in front of Qian Mo Qingcheng with her arms open, in a posture that she was not allowed to move forward. Qian Mo Qingcheng really didn't understand why Luo Xue stared at him with such actions.
Yun Luoxue frowned and asked worriedly: "Qingcheng, I should have asked you what's wrong, you just..."
Qian Mo Qingcheng thought about it for a while, only to feel that the pictures just passed by like a movie in his mind again.
Just as he was about to speak, Qian Mo Qingcheng suddenly trembled, and he staggered under his feet. He hurriedly covered his heart, only feeling his heart pounding fiercely.
As if he could not bear anything, he throbbed vigorously, and if he didn't stop it, he would explode and die in the next moment.
His face was like a layer of frost, pale as if it was coated with flour.
Yun Luoxue's pupils shrank suddenly, holding Qianmo Qingcheng's body.
"Qingcheng, what's wrong with you?"
Qian Mo Qingcheng closed his eyes and said softly: "Luo Xue, don't worry, I'll be fine."
The hand covering his heart slowly overflowed with a trace of purple spiritual power, flowing in along the heart.
Dongdongdong's violently beating heart seemed to be immersed in warm spring water, and it was much quieter.