C154 Origin and Origin

Although the Ice String Immortal's name resounded through most of the empire and there were countless young talents who admired this ice beauty, hoping to bring her back home and bring her back to their home, becoming the center of attention even more, in Wen Qubing's eyes, this little beauty of an old friend's sister was just a little brat. Even if he were to smash his brain ten times, he wouldn't be interested in this silly little girl, let alone having such an extravagant thought.

However, just like back then when they took turns to draw the prize for the Six Paths of Samsara, the more they wanted, the more they would get it. Suddenly, they would shake and when they realized it, their entire bodies would be stuck to it.

He kissed the little beauty's earlobes, and placed his hands on her abdomen and chest. There was no distance left between the two carcasses, and they stuck extremely close together.

Without any emotions, it was a natural reaction from a top tier alchemist. Before any other distracting thoughts appeared, Wen Qubing immediately confirmed the size and quality of the objects he touched.

The little beauty's waist was very thin, her legs were straight, and her breasts were gripped tightly. She did not have a voluptuous body, but her skin was jade like ice, and her limbs were well-proportioned. It was surprisingly cold.

Wen Qubing immediately woke up, and noticed the abnormality of it. The girl who was sticking close to his skin, was releasing an abnormal cold qi, the temperature crazily dropping. It was cold to the point that it was not like flesh or blood, but like a giant block of ice.

In Wen Qubing's impression, there were only a few types of special bloodlines that could create the effect of this type of ice and snow body. No matter which type it was, he could be sure that there wasn't such a thing among the wolf blood that was passed down in Sima Family.

(Is this girl's inheritance a variant?) What was her bloodline? This chill came from his bloodline? Or did it originate from a cultivation technique?) Wen Qubing could not take the cold Qi anymore and hurriedly leaned back, escaping from Sima Bingxin's body. The skin that came into contact with him was already numb from the cold and would be frostbitten in a short while, but fortunately for him, he managed to pull back the dagger, otherwise, he would have bounced off the beauty's body and crashed into the blade.

"Hey, do you need me to do that? "You …"

The way he said it made Wen Qubing shudder, as his evaluation of the cold energy's intensity rose even higher.

Sima Bingxin's almond-shaped eyes opened wide, they were filled with anger and embarrassment, she had the heavy expectations of her family, she was very careful, and had never been close to any man before, but this time, she made an exception and lied down together with him, on one hand, because she was forced by the mission, and on the other hand, because she had saved Hui'er for him, she was not a bad person, but he had given him a big advantage!

When he thought back to that moment, when his lips touched his ear, and his palm pressed down on his chest, and even pressed down for a few seconds, his entire body was pressed up against his body, a warm feeling, a man's breath … It was a feeling he had never felt before. After recovering from a short period of absent-mindedness, he was both embarrassed and angry. He wished he could slap this man out of the room.

However, just as he raised his palm, he suddenly felt a wave of alarm that made him unable to retreat, and could only pounce forward. His body moved, and the sharp aura grazed his back, and the blade that had split the chest once again descended, almost piercing through Sima Bingxin's delicate body.

In order to avoid this blade attack, Sima Bingxin threw herself forward without hesitation. Not only did she run into that man, she even jumped into a worse situation than before.

This time, not only did it hug the tree like a little bear, firmly hugging the man, but their four lips were imprinted on each other just in time. The young girl's first kiss never happened before, giving it to the man who shouldn't have it for nothing.

Suddenly, Sima Bingxin's lips parted, the coldness in her eyes was sharp enough to kill a person, it was a regret that she could not stop anymore. She was regretful and resentful, wanting to kill this man first, then commit suicide.

"You … You... "You …"

"Calm down!" This is all a misunderstanding, and it can be explained. "

Wen Qubing tried to explain things in such a way that it did not make the girl feel comfortable. She was so angry that she was almost going to cry, and struck him with her palm.

"Scoundrel!" "Watch my palm."

"Wow, a kiss is considered a sex thief? But it seems like I'm the one who's been raped! "

Wen Qubing even opened his mouth, but his hands did not dare to slow down. Seeing the incoming force, he made a mistake as his palms intertwined and welcomed the palm that sealed Sima Bingxin. Sima Bingxin immediately changed his move, her palms striking over like a butterfly, but were pulled back by Wen Qubing, and sealed it.

This was a narrow place, Sima Bingxin did not dare to use all of her strength, and only used the close-combat methods to capture them. One side fought very quickly, and the other side unexpectedly took action very quickly as well, and in the blink of an eye, the two sides had already finished seven to eight moves.

casually undid the two types of throat lock and wrist buckle, jolting Sima Bingxin awake from her stupor and almost cried out in alarm.

"Bipolar Wheel?"

"Hehe, is that not okay?"

"How could you …"

"Shh!"

Wen Qubing used the momentum to grab onto the little beauty's fair hands. Both of his hands were intertwined like fried dough twist, and he said softly: "Calm down, everything was forced by the situation, if we were to be serious, the current situation is not the worst."

"You still dare to say that!? I... My innocence... Is there anything worse than this? "

Sima Bingxin's heart trembled, but she quickly pulled out the blade she had inserted into the box. She did not know if the two beastmen carrying the box were killed or not, but after letting go, the wooden box and the two men in the box fell onto the ground. Before she could even scream out in pain, he suddenly felt a gust of wind from the blade.

This time, it was not to the left or right. The blade's momentum had cut straight towards the middle of the wooden box. No matter which way he tried to dodge, there was no way to dodge.

He mixed his palms together and was about to break through the wooden chest, going straight for the blade at the top, but Wen Qubing heard the wind and immediately used lightning to grab onto Sima Bingxin's hand, stopping her from defending. Puchi!

Sima Bingxin stared at him in shock and anger. If this were to send her life to someone else's blade, could it be that this fellow had something wrong with her head?

He was stunned for a moment, then a gust of wind rose from the side. The sound was not strong, but the force was extremely shocking.

"Ivan!" "You're too arrogant!"

"Humph!"

The former was the voice of the leader of the pack, Andrew, while the latter was Ivankov. Both sides' energies collided, causing tremors and ripples to spread out in all directions.

Taking the opportunity when the chest fell to the ground, there were many cracks on Wen Qubing's wrist. Although it looked like he wanted to cover up the holes, in reality, he had cleverly extended out a small piece of mirror that was used to observe the situation on the outside world.

Through the mirror, it was possible to see very clearly that the surrounding tents were all covered in sand and sand, and were much more shabby and dirty than those in Flying-cloud Oasis. There was even a pile of animal bones and animal teeth hung on the tents, and the wolf heads were moving about outside the tents.

Beside this intercepted transport group, there were more than twenty wolf soldiers. They were approaching aggressively, and none of the werewolves were willing to give up.

Ivankov was tall, about two and a half meters tall, which in Werewolf Clan belonged to the big man. He had bared his fangs, held a long blade in his hand, and a bronze blade that was more than a meter long.

But facing Ivankov, although Andrew's momentum was a little weak, the wolf claws were still able to hold onto the ancient bronze blade edge tightly. Even with Ivankov's two use of strength, the blade edge was still unable to break free from the claws.

"Ivan!" "Step down!"

Andrew's shout seemed to have turned a deaf ear to the opposing fierce general, and he laughed sinisterly: "Second Prince, don't you usually smuggle goods? With a great war approaching, you're even entangled with the humans, isn't this bad?"

"Hmph, Royal Father has personally approved the trade between me and the Flying-cloud Oasis. Every time I come back from collecting goods, Brother Wang has his share as well.

Andrew shouted: "Immediately let go of me and scram! Otherwise, we will carry these goods and call my royal brother to come here to my royal father to clarify things, and see who is not in control! "

With the aura he gave off, Andrew was confident that no one would be able to see through him. Wen Qubing felt that it was weird, the Beasts was powerful, but if they were to get into a dispute, they would usually raise their fists and fight first. The strong ones were in control of the situation, how was Andrew's cultivation, it was not clear, but there was Earth Stage in his team, why not order the beastman to take action?

Could it be … The beastman was no longer here? Or … What other scruples do you have?

No matter what, without absolute strength, the situation on's side became more and more dangerous. Wen Qubing, who had initially wanted to hide in a deep place, could not help but sigh at the fact that he could not keep up with the changes in their plans.

The distance between him and Loong Yun'er was too far, so the Undead Dragons of Underworld could not be activated. If they were to fight, they could only fight with other people for equipment.

Wen Qubing secretly held onto the spear and confirmed the other items on his body. He remained silent and the Qi on his body suddenly changed.

"You … "Why …"

"Shh!"

Wen Qubing indicated for them to be silent and when they looked at him in the mirror, Ivankov's eyes flashed. After pondering for a while, he kept his blade, coldly snorted, and took a step back.

"Hold on!" Andrew shouted, "Ivan! Do you really think you can just leave after attacking the royal family?"

Ivankov and the rest who were about to leave heard his shout, and turned back, rubbing their fists and palms together, the smell of gunpowder from both sides became stronger, but Ivankov who had taken the initiative to provoke them just now waved his hand to stop the beastmen, turned his blade's hilt, and raised his blade to bow to Andrew.

"Greetings, second prince."

However, just as he finished bowing, Ivankov immediately raised his middle finger at the Second Prince and laughed sinisterly: "This is the respect a subordinate has for you! Hahahaha ~ ~ ~ "In the midst of his long laughter, this Beasts general turned around and left. His laughter never stopped, and he didn't look back as Andrew's Orc Guard was also stopped by Andrew.

"Let... Let him go... Now... This is not the time. "

His voice was hoarse, like a broken gong. It no longer possessed the might from a moment ago. In the previous match, he was actually at a disadvantage …