Tyrant's Consort Too Arrogant

The cracking sounds, coupled with the breathing of the crowd, became increasingly loud and hurried.

Finally, the stone door moved.

Old dust rustled down.

The electronic screen with the number "Arabic" suddenly emitted a blinding light. The trio involuntarily covered their eyes with bright white lights, as if they wanted to illuminate the entire desert.

Even He Lan Xue, who was a hundred miles away, saw the light beam that shot across the sky.

He stood up and looked in the direction of the light beam. His eyes were illuminated by the glory for a moment, and then they were extinguished.

Even closer, Pei Lipu stopped in his tracks and looked at the white light with quivering lips.

He was as fast as a shooting star, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Madam …" he muttered. Fear and joy.

The Martial Lord impatiently rushed into the nearest entrance when the white light shot out. When he entered, he even dragged his lover inside, and Pei Ruochen followed suit.

When they first entered the tomb, their line of sight had yet to recover from the brilliance from before. They only felt that their field of vision was vast and white, as if they had suddenly walked into a world of ice and snow from the depths of the desert.

Ice cold to the bone.

"It shouldn't be a casual door to Dora's Dream, right …" Her lover muttered to himself.

Pei Ruochen wanted to listen to him in detail, but found herself speechless.

The ground beneath their feet was strangely flat, more exquisite and smooth than the most polished marble in the palace. Pei Ruochen's meridians were sealed, and she almost fell down due to her lack of balance.

They stood in the middle for a while. After their eyes gradually adapted to the snow-white scenery, they were finally able to clearly see their surroundings.

The walls were the white stalactites that resembled crystal palaces. After thousands and tens of thousands of years of accumulation, each drop of the stalactite had formed into a magnificent design, like a palace with a collapsed gate.

They looked down and could actually see their own reflections on the floor, vivid and discernible, as if they had suddenly fallen into a world of mirrors and could not tell which was the image and which was the real me.

Even someone who had thousands of years more experience than them could not help but be captivated by this scene.

It was like he was in a dream.

Just as they were astonished, the Martial Lord who was contemplating his own reflection suddenly shouted: "Madam!"

Pei Ruochen and her lover were frightened by his explosive tone and hurriedly shifted their gaze to the Martial Lord.

Then, they saw a scene that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Beneath their feet was what they assumed was a statue of a woman.

The woman in the palace dress stood a few feet away from their feet. Her hair was tied up in a bun and her thin clothes fluttered as if there was a wind blowing beneath the ground. The wind gently lifted her green clothes.

Her figure was slim and lively. Just by quietly standing there, she was like a peerless beauty, causing people to be unable to open their eyes.

Her complexion could not be described with words. Her rosy, vivid skin caused the two men to involuntarily blush — not because they were rude, but because they felt that it was a sin to look at her in such a manner.

The words "Moon-Shrouding Flowers" and "Falling Goose", all of these words that described beauties, lost their meaning in that instant.

Even her lover was unable to shift his gaze away.

Her mind involuntarily flashed with the words she had occasionally seen in her previous life. Ice and snow were her muscles, while autumn water was her divine spirit.

Words spun around and around in her head, but even so, it was impossible to describe her beauty.

Her lover once thought that she was beautiful, beautiful and ethereal.

However, standing in front of this statue, Rong Xiu was just a beautiful stalk of grass in the wilderness.

"Madam …" However, the floor was cold, and just like that, he laid flat on the ground, his mutterings becoming more and more frenzied and disorderly. As he called out his wife's name, his eyes gradually became dim, and his four limbs also started to grow cold.

At the beginning, her lover had been infatuated for who knows how long, but when she finally recovered her wits, she realized the strange state of Martial Lord.

Not only the Martial Lord, even Pei Ruochen felt that it was a little strange.

Lord Wu had gone completely crazy. His hand continuously dug at the ground, but the crystal floor was as solid as an iron wall. Blood was seeping out from Lord Wu's fingers, and even his fingernails were turned upside down, exposing the red and white flesh beneath.

However, he was completely unaware of the pain. He could only stare at the images on the ground in a daze, unable to tell where he was.

As for Pei Ruochen, although she was much better than Master Wu, she was no longer as calm as she was before.

He squatted down and focused on the eyes of the sculpture. He slightly clenched his hands on both sides of his body, and his forehead seemed to be drenched in sweat. His expression was very strange, as if he was trying very hard to shift his gaze away with an invisible rope.

Her lover gave them a strange look, then looked back at the sculpture.

This time, she saw her eyes.

Her dark pupils were clear to the bottom, yet deep and attractive. When she looked at it, with just a glance, she had the illusion that she was sunk in depravity, as if she had drunk a lot of wine. You knew that if you drank more, you would get drunk, but you still couldn't help but want to get drunk.

He wanted to be drunk, wanted to be crazy, wanted to see himself in the real world.

"Madam, madam!" Old Wu is here to see you, Madam! " His eyes no longer focused as he shouted, "Madam, you must be very lonely here in this world of ice and snow. Just you wait, Old Wu will come down to accompany you!"

"Is she alive or dead?" In the midst of the chaos, Pei Ruochen suddenly opened her mouth and spoke. Her simple words seemed to have consumed all of his energy, and as soon as she finished speaking, he was out of breath.

Startled, she closed her eyes and opened them again: the statue's eyes were still changing, but they no longer captivated her.

"..." It's an image, right? " "Something like a projector."

What kind of genius could create such a moving picture?

A 3D expert?

Her lover scoffed slightly, dispelling this conjecture.

However, looking at it from an artistic point of view, this image was extremely vivid. It was not only tangible, but also had a spirit, as if it was not created by a human, but also by God.

Out of the maze, the lover has been able to appreciate it with a leisurely, artistic eye.

It was as if she had nothing to lose.

Seeing that the Martial Master was getting more and more frenzied, the servant walked over and patted his back, reminding him, "That is not the real Madam, but an illusion. a reflection of the moon in the water. "

However, Martial Lord acted as if he did not hear anything. At this moment, he could no longer hear anything. The demonic soul entered his heart.

Just as she was about to yell in his ear, Pei Ruochen, who was standing beside her, suddenly called out, "My beloved."

Her lover looked at him inquiringly.

Pei Ruochen had a strange expression on her face. Her eyes were gentle and amiable, as if she had just met her for the first time. He was very quiet and free, like someone who had just awoken from a dream and saw her familiar lover.

"Pei Ruochen?" "Are you all right?"

Pei Ruochen stood up and slowly walked over. Her steps were light and unhurried, but her calmness and calmness were unusual under such circumstances.

Her lover just stared at him, watching as he slowly walked to her. He elegantly reached out his hand and pulled her up, standing in front of her.

She tilted her head and looked at him.

She thought that only He Lan Xue, the girl who was neither male nor female, would have such a charming smile. However, she never expected that Pei Ruochen would be able to smile in such a manner.

Pei Ruochen then extended her fingers and gently caressed her face. Her fingers were like an electric current, causing her entire body to creak. She did not know why, but she did not know what she should do.

Then, Pei Ruochen slowly bent down, her forehead emitting a light aura that covered his eyes slightly. Her eyes drooped slightly, and her thick eyelashes were like a delicate and beautiful painting.

Her lips felt slightly hot, then slightly wet.

Then, her lover asked, "What are you doing?"

Pei Ruochen leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You don't like it?"

"I don't like it." "Yes," the man replied primly, stepping back.

Pei Ruochen was startled, and stopped in her tracks, and looked at her in disbelief, "Why?"

"First, you are not the real Pei Ruochen at all." "Second, you don't like me at all. Why do you kiss me?"

"How do you know? I'm not really Pei Ruochen …" Perhaps this is my truest state. "Pei Ruochen smiled, and laughed lightly and awkwardly," Also, my beloved, if I were to tell you that I really like you, would you believe me? "

"Yes." The girl nodded and said frankly, "I like you too, but that's different."

"Why is it different …" Pei Ruochen's voice was exceptionally soft and gentle, as if she was bewitching him. He took another step forward and extended his hand to move his hand through her hair. This question sounded as moving as a word of love.

"You already have Helan. You have too many things in your heart. You can't leave me. If you are with me, you won't be at peace and you won't be at peace." The lover looked at him silently, and said, with great sincerity, "I hope you are well, really."

Pei Ruochen's fingers that were wrapped around her hair stopped moving, then she let go of it and drooped it down.

Her lover was awake.

She was keenly aware that whether he was real or fake, his current magical barrier, was an unreal dream.

They also knew that they couldn't give each other what they wanted.

What was left?