"Your master..."

Hearing Duanmu Xiaoman's words, Duanmu Xiongtu suddenly became stiff, and tears gushed out of his dim eyes, and he said, "Are you going to find me?"

After a while, Duanmu Xiaoman turned around slowly, looked at Duanmu Xiongtu, who was also extremely old, and said softly: "What do you think? Shouldn't this be what you want to tell me?"

While stunned, Duanmu Xiongtu's mind exploded suddenly. I don't know if he heard Duanmu Xiaoman clearly and his lips opened slightly.

"Xihui, I haven't reached the Heavenly Palace yet, why did you leave me?"

As he said that, Duanmu Xiongtu's crystal clear tears fell down. If it weren't for the deep love, how could a generation of strong men easily cry in front of Duanmu Xiaoman?

"Qingtian and I were given the surnames for us because of you. Do you have nothing to say to the master?" Duanmu Xiaoman stared at Duanmu Xiongtu, with a cold expression and no feeling at all.

In Duanmu Xiaoman's memory, after he brought him and Duanmu Qingtian to Yutian Palace, Duanmu Xiongtu still traveled back and forth between Yutian Palace and the outside world many times for a period of time.

However, after a fierce quarrel, Duanmu Xiongtu never returned to Yutian Palace. Therefore, except for the old man in the palace, he almost didn't know that Nan Xihui, the previous Yutian Palace, also had an unknown relationship with Duanmu Xiongtu, the supreme powerhouse in the holy mountain.

From now on, the gate of Yutian Palace was closed, and the peak of Zhongzhen Houxia became a top-secret place that no one in Yutian Palace could set foot.

Duanmu Xiaoman, who was young, never saw the man who brought him to the Heavenly Palace again.

When he first entered the Yutian Palace, Duanmu Qingtian was still in his infancy, so he naturally had no deep impression of Duanmu Xiongtu, but the girl was precocious, and the young Duanmu Xiaoman clearly knew that there was such a person.

I have seen my master alone in the temple countless times, which makes Duanmu Xiaoman also have a natural resistance to the love in the world. He has a natural rejection of men, in addition to his younger brother.

Until I met Su Yi, it turned out that the person who loved could trample on the mountains and seas, under the broken sword sea, and fight with the blood-colored demon dragon, which made Duanmu Xiaoman's dry desert heart moisturize the spring breeze, and the exhausted flower of life began to develop in disgrace.

Afterwards, when Duanmu Xiaoman met Duanmu Xiong again, Duanmu Xiaoman did not show anything.

Perhaps, the master did not go to find him, and he did not go to the Heavenly Palace, and each had his own difficulties.

However, Duanmu Xiaoman was angry at why it came so late that the master had passed away when his younger brother Qingtian disappeared.

Duanmu Xiongtu has regrets, and Duanmu Xiaoman has regrets about this relationship.

Let Duanmu Xiongtu come in, Duanmu Xiaoman, who is cold and frosty, wants Duanmu Xiongtu to tell the past story himself. Duanmu Xiaoman is fighting for the master to prove that the master's waiting is correct.

"Of course, of course I have something to say! Do I still have a chance?"

Duanmu Xiongtu wiped the tears from his cheeks, raised his eyebrows, and his heroic appearance from that year was vaguely seen on his haggard and dry-wrinkled face.

"Come in!"

In an instant, Duanmu Xiaoman walked back and forth in front of the seat for a few times, then stepped on the sky and a rippling frost door appeared in front of him.

Shi Shiran walked into the Frost Gate, and Duanmu Xiongtu quickly raised his foot to enter. As soon as he entered, the cold air that came to his face instantly shocked Duanmu Xiongtu's heart. This was a kind of real cold from the depths of his soul.

The handprints condensed, Duanmu Xiongtu glanced at him, and the vast ice crystal world was filled with brilliant dreams and ice mirrors.

Between the center, a magnificent rectangular ice sculpture is emitting a colorful and peaceful light.

At this time, Duanmu Xiaoman was already standing in front of the ice sculpture.

"This is?"

Duanmu Xiongtu opened his eyes wide and suddenly walked to the ice sculpture. He saw that the ice sculpture was in a human form. His lifelike facial features gave people a sense of vividness. His eyebrows were slightly frowned and his delicate nose all outlined the appearance of an extraordinary fairy.

"Xihui!" Duanmu Xiongtu was surprised and said in a voice.

His hands were trembling constantly. When Duanmu Xiongtu, who could not believe that his eyes were reaching out to touch, a trace of icy light shot out from Duanmu Xiaoman's eyebrows, which immediately poured on Duanmu Xiongtu.

In Duanmu Xiongtu's pupils, the ice sculpture seemed to have lost its ruthless cold shell, and its frosty and snow smiled, revealing the true appearance of the ice sculpture.

Even with your eyes closed, you can feel the beautiful face of the predecessor Nan Xihui. It is a bit vulgar when you say that the sky is fragrant and the country is beautiful. When it comes to being unable to stop the flowers, you also sigh that it is not enough to describe it.

The crescent brows were slightly frowned half an inch like this, which made people feel the melancholy of the peerless woman in front of me. Her restrained red cheeks were like elixirs, as if I was missing my husband in the distance, making me feel pity for me.

Looking at any man in the world, as long as he stands before this ice sculpture, he will probably be intoxicated by this fairy figure in the fairy.

"Xihua,Xihua!"

Looking at Nan Xihui, who was like the morning glow in front of her, Duanmu Xiongtu knew that this was Duanmu Xiaoman's eye-blocking illusion, and she was unwilling to wake up.

Duanmu Xiongtu has dreamed of this face countless times in his dream, and Duanmu Xiongtu has called this name countless times in his dream.

Now that we meet again, things have changed.

Looking at her, Duanmu Xiong couldn't stop talking for a long time, and then nodded and said, "I'll come to see you, open your eyes and look at me, Xihui?"

With a sigh, Duanmu Xiaoman's eyes also fell on Nan Xihui, then moved away, walked to the side, and said, "This was what the master looked like before his death! Standing in this ice and snow, he stood in eternity! You can see that she was still missing you in the last moment!"

At this time, Duanmu Xiongtu could no longer control himself, lowered his head, and his golden and sharp vital attributes were extremely restrained, and he said with difficulty: "How did she die?"

"The master's distracting thoughts are too heavy. He has been blocked from the cultivation of the Bingluan divine power many times, and he can only pass the essence and blood to me. After that, the master often went to this space created by the Bingluan divine power and stared blankly. Qingtian disappeared. The master was even more depressed and left completely within a few years!"

"It's all me, it's all my fault! Xihui is extremely talented. She kept telling me that she wanted to practice the power of Bingluan, but she didn't expect to be exhausted by the power of Bingluan in the end!"

"So what? The master has left. When you see the master, don't you want to explain something?" Duanmu Xiaoman snorted coldly, shook his moon robe and stepped forward.

With a sigh of bitterness, Duanmu Xiongtu shook his head, gently wiped his index finger between his eyes, and the real Nan Xihui in front of him turned into an ice sculpture again.
Chapter completed!