Chapter 744

The setting sun paved a bloody road in the sky. The cold wind howled, and song Ningyu's fingers were cold. She clenched her fist tightly and her eyes were cold and mottled.

The putrid smell came from him with the wind. Song Ningyu smelled and almost wanted to vomit. Her eyes became a little vague. The whole person stood a little unstable, and her eyes shook slightly: "what did you... Do?"

The strange smile slowly approached song Ningyu, and the rotten smell became stronger and stronger. The giggling strange smile came out of his throat. Song Ningyu was surprised, but she couldn't move a little step away. A thin layer of sweat sprang up in her tightly held fist.

The cold sea breeze blew song Ningyu's face. Her eyes were black and she suddenly fell straight behind her.

Those memories in her mind became particularly clear. Song Ningyu fiercely opened her eyes. She lowered her head and looked around suspiciously. Her eyes were full of disbelief. Did she... Shrink? She looked at her little white hand and looked up at the extremely tall Magnolia above her head. Her expression was full of consternation.

She's... really shrunk? Or was it that everything was just a dream? Song Ningyu pinched her face and frowned with pain: "hiss, it wasn't a dream? Was it a dream before?" she frowned and wrinkled her delicate face.

In the pavilion opposite, there was a man dressed in plain white. He was dignified, his face was like crown jade, and his skin was like snow. He sat in the pavilion and looked at Song Ningyu, who was tossing his face in amazement. He was a little suspicious and stunned.

Song Ningyu stared at him for a while and asked tentatively, "are you... Master?"

Xuanyuan Chunsu was stunned for a while before turning around. He stood up and held a phoenix pattern fairy piano in his hand. There was something unnatural on his white jade like face: "do you... Recognize the wrong person?"

"Ah? Aren't you a master? Is your name Chunsu?" song Ningyu stared at Xuanyuan Chunsu in plain white. His hair was still black at this time. It was incomparable to any kind of black in the world. It was black and pure. Not like other mixed with too many bad things.

"I'm pure, but I'm not your master." his eyes are particularly gentle. Song Ningyu's delicate heart like a girl is left on the young man. She tightly corrects the plain skirt on her body, and the light in her eyes flickers.

"Then you should be my master? I... if you let me go east, I'll go east and West. I'll never say no." song Ningyu looked at him nervously. He looked at Song Ningyu with a faint look: "which palace maid are you?"

Oh, it's good to treat her as a maid!

"I'm new to the palace and haven't been assigned yet. My parents have left, so I can't help it. Master, take me, or I really have no place to go. Don't the high priests stress saving people's lives better than Buddha and camel?" she smiled and leaned over. Song Ningyu was still very pleasant at that time, Not as cold as it was later.

He rubbed his eyebrows with some hesitation: "it's a seven level floating butcher, not a Buddha camel. In addition, the high priest is in charge of astrology and destiny, which has nothing to do with the Buddha. The two can't be confused." after he said this, he walked forward.

Song Ningyu followed him, holding a magnolia and smiling: "master, just accept me."

He looked at the little girl in front of him with a headache and said in a helpless voice, "well, if you can find me tomorrow, I'll take you as an apprentice."

The white figure, holding the piano foot in his hand to resist the breeze, disappeared. Song Ningyu stood on the long green road covered with pebbles, with stars in his eyes. How powerful! I didn't expect that Chunsu had such powerful Kung Fu at this time.

A maid came over. She whispered, "Your Highness, your majesty, please come over."

Song Ning Yu lowered her eyes and looked back at the maid with some complicated eyes. She had a little calculation in her heart, so she ran to find her mother emperor with the maid happily.

The snow emperor was dressed in purple and gold splash painting robes. Beside her, there was another person. He stood beside the snow emperor, looking cold and fierce. The two people seemed to be pulling. Song Ningyu stared at the hands held by the two people and didn't look back.

"Brother, it's getting late, please go back." the snow emperor took back his hand, and there was a slight sense of alienation in his soft tone.

The king of Che looked a little tired. The little guy standing behind the snow emperor pulled his lips, turned and strode away from the Magnolia forest where magnolias were in full bloom.

Song Ningyu smiled and looked at the snow emperor in front of her. She was so young, so beautiful and charming, more noble than song Ningyu's memory... It was impossible to look away.

Such a snow emperor was buried in an ordinary house in that long period of time, and everything about her became extraordinarily mediocre. Such a beauty can never be mediocre.

Song Ningyu is well aware of this.

"Yu'er, come and have a look. My mother ordered someone to prepare the new clothes for you." she gathered a wisp of melancholy in her face and smiled gently at Song Ningyu. Song Ningyu walked to her mother and said with a smile: "my mother, I want to discuss something with you."

The snow emperor took her hand and entered the huge palace. There were countless clothes hanging in the palace. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, each was fine grain and fine embroidery, exquisite and luxurious.

"When you first came here, you don't have many clothes. First see what you like. Your mother told people to do it." she took song Ningyu's hand and looked gentle.

Song Ningyu didn't want to see this. She shook the snow emperor's hand and cupped her mouth: "Mom, I want to go to the temple. I want to worship the man in white as a master. Will you let me go?"

"Yu'er, that's a little priest. The temple is an extremely sacred place. You can't fool around." the snow emperor squatted down and reasoned with song Ningyu carefully. However, this truth was of no use to her. She took the snow emperor's hand and tooted her mouth.

"No, mom, I just want to go. If I don't go, I will regret it in the future. I don't want to make myself regret." her words stunned the snow emperor. She lowered her eyes and flashed a very complex light in her face, which was too fast for song Ningyu to catch.

"Yu'er, do you... Miss your father?" she looked at Song Ningyu tentatively, with a slight helplessness in her eyes. Song Ningyu was uneasy about the silk plain woven veil in her hand.

"Mother, do you miss your father?" song Ningyu blinked a pair of innocent eyes and looked at the gorgeous and honorable woman in front of her, as if she should have been born to sit in this position and be illuminated by thousands of glory. Those vulgar things are not suitable for her.