1029: Strange

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ATG :: VOLUME #10 SNOW SONG'S FLAME GOD (吟雪炎神)
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Yun Che goes through in the se­cret pas­sage fast, when ap­proach­ing the exit / to speak was also slow, and rapid re­strains aura by Hid­den Flow­ing Light­ning.
Chirp the chaotic sound trans­mits dis­tantly, but the med­i­cine gar­den re­gion not un­usual form out­side exit / to speak, after con­firm­ing se­cu­rity, Yun Che post­pones the foot­steps, main­tains the Hid­den Flow­ing Light­ning con­di­tion goes out from the se­cret pas­sage, care­ful mi­gra­tion under cur­tain of night, after the con­fir­ma­tion leaves med­i­cine gar­den pro­tects the pro­found beast per­cep­tion area, his speed im­me­di­ately speeds up, di­rectly soars the Ice Cer­e­mo­nial Palace di­rec­tion.
Silent Ice Wind Im­pe­r­ial Palace is the shout was shock­ing, a per­son's shadow such as big bird in groups flies to the trea­sure store­house di­rec­tion, did not have the bright light trea­sure store­house re­gion at this time is pro­found light every­where... The trea­sure store­house was in­vaded, this in Ice Wind is over ten thou­sand years have not had the im­por­tant mat­ter, caused suf­fi­ciently the en­tire city alarms, in more than half palaces the pow­er­house comes in swarms.
Yun Che avoids the per­son's shadow as far as pos­si­ble, is away from the Im­pe­r­ial Palace cen­tral area to be get­ting more and more near, the brow has wrin­kled closely. Takes away Qilin Horn to touch below pro­found array, al­though stems from his ex­pec­ta­tion, but being in­suf­fi­cient makes him be panic-stricken... But makes him rest­less, with­out doubt is the Mu Hanyi corpse of dis­ap­pear­ance.
The vi­sion has been able to see lu­mi­nous of Ice Cer­e­mo­nial Palace, the Yun Che's foot­steps ac­tu­ally under this time fierce slow, then stops di­rectly, has turned around, looks into the dis­tance to the di­rec­tion of north trea­sure store­house.
Quick, his rear area, a team half step wells, but the leader, im­pres­sively is Feng Huituo and Feng Hange. Be­hind them with more than 20 peo­ple, pop­u­la­tion, al­though are few, and body non- armor stom­ach, but aura of every­one vig­or­ous in­com­pa­ra­ble, the look, passes is let­ting the per­son pal­pi­ta­tion swift and fierce.
Sees Yun Che, Feng Huituo and Feng Hange wel­comes rapidly, Feng Huituo far away hur­ries say­ing: „Nephew Yun!”
Yun Che has turned around, said: „Ice Wind Monarch, big does such sound, have the for­eign in­va­sion?”
Feng Huituo ap­proaches, slightly Qu Shen­dao: „That side is at for my im­pe­r­ial fam­ily trea­sure store­house, guards strictly, does not want un­ex­pect­edly wickedly very in­vades, ha­rasses Nephew Yun to sleep peace­fully, Small King is all kinds is re­ally ashamed. When Small King goes to ap­pre­hend it per­son­ally, will cer­tainly it tear to shreds!”
„Im­pe­r­ial Fa­ther!” Feng Hange is ac­tu­ally the anx­ious sound track: „Wicked thief, since can touch ‚that pro­found array’, ex­plained that has sub­merged the trea­sure store­house. Can sneak under layer upon layer the de­fense, that wicked clever strength de­cides how­ever the no small mat­ter, good that Im­pe­r­ial Fa­ther do not brave hard­ships and dan­gers.”
„Now 100,000 body­guards have en­cir­cled the trea­sure store­house re­gion, that wicked is very un­able to es­cape even with wings. In ad­di­tion top player, child surely that wicked will bring be­fore the Im­pe­r­ial Fa­ther body.” [Say / Way] that Feng Hange vows solemnly.
Feng Huituo con­sid­ered slightly that then nods the head: „Also good, is surely care­ful.”
„Old Yan, both­er­some Lao Hu good Im­pe­r­ial Fa­ther and Brother Yun se­cu­rity.”
„Crown Prince Your High­ness felt re­lieved.” Feng Huituo be­hind, an old man of fea­tures sug­gest­ing ex­tra­or­di­nar­i­ness and im­mor­tal­ity nods slowly.
Feng Hange said that lead­ing a mas­ter to di­rectly soar the trea­sure store­house.
„Nephew Yun, here feared that is un­safe, please first re­turn to the Ice Wind main hall along with Small King.” Feng Huituo said.
Under es­cort­ing of Old Yan, Yun Che ar­rived at the Ice Wind main hall along with Feng Huituo. Be­fore the palace, had al­ready stood the per­son, one major part is the of­fer­ing birth­day con­grat­u­la­tions guest in stay­ing overnight palace, they were star­tled com­pletely, was es­corted by the body­guard hence.
Around the main hall, in the palace the mas­ter with huge crowds of peo­ple, guards wa­ter­tight.
Saw Yun Che, the Mu Xi­aolan half step wel­comed, anx­ious sound track: „Yun Che, you... Are you all right?”
„What mat­ter can I have?” Yun Che along with tastes.
Situ Xiongy­ing also hastily for­wards: „Ice Wind Monarch, this... What hap­pened? Is it pos­si­ble that has the for­eign in­va­sion?”
„Had wickedly very en­tered the trea­sure store­house, touched pro­found array.” Feng Huituo calm brow: „Does not need to be wor­ried that he can­not be in­escapable. Has alarmed the nu­mer­ous po­si­tions, this wicked is very cut to pieces is hard to vent spleen!”
„...” Yun Che don't face. Feng Huituo is cer­tainly im­pos­si­ble to think that touches the trea­sure store­house pro­found array per­son through the se­cret pas­sage turnover that only then im­pe­r­ial fam­ily blood­line can open, al­ready ran.
Chirp the chaotic sound con­veys from the north, does not have the idle time of lit­tle while, main hall the front whoops, all palace body­guards are mind tie tight, are crit­i­cal sit­u­a­tion. Along with ran­dom walk of time, Feng Huituo sev­eral times look­ing around, then sev­eral times takes up sound trans­mis­sion jade to send greet­ings, in the fore­heads con­cen­trates more and more deep doubts and rest­less­ness.
Fi­nally he can­not re­press fi­nally, the order said: „Fast goes to the Thir­teenth Im­pe­r­ial Prince im­pe­r­ial palace! If he in the im­pe­r­ial palace, then the ad­di­tional ap­point­ment man­power does not look around, after find­ing, makes him see me im­me­di­ately.”
Has sunk in the Old Yan also brow that Feng Huituo be­hind keeps close to: „By the Thir­teenth Im­pe­r­ial Prince dis­po­si­tion, has this mat­ter to meet first to re­spond surely, but until now dis­ap­pears, passes mes­sage con­tin­u­ally has not re­sponded... Re­ally some fishy.”
„...” Feng Huituo has not spo­ken, com­plex­ion some­times cloudy some­times dark.
The eye of Mu Xi­aolan has been look­ing at Yun Che se­cretly, in the heart the in­ter­mit­tent doubt, be­cause after Yun Che ar­rives, the brow has locked, through­out has not stretched, drift­ing from place to place that the vi­sion is to con­tinue, she puts out a hand, shook shak­ing in Yun Che at pre­sent: „Yeah? You how?”
Yun Che turns the head slightly, said: „Any­thing, has not been think­ing a strange mat­ter.”
„Strange mat­ter?”
At this mo­ment, the the front aura chaos, ten sev­eral per­son's shad­ows ap­proach at the ex­tremely quick speed sud­denly, with being hot-tem­pered ran­domly to un­usual aura.
„Fa­ther... Im­pe­r­ial Fa­ther!!”
Feng Hange from air­borne throws, then kneels down di­rectly be­fore the Feng Huituo body, under the dim light of night, his com­plex­ion is ac­tu­ally pass­ing a scary pale­ness, such as just had a big sick­ness, under ex­am­ines care­fully, his body in slight trem­bling, but his be­hind, with sev­eral mas­ters who he comes to­gether, on the face clearly is also bring­ing ex­tremely panic-stricken.
In Feng Huituo heart one sud­denly, hǒu sound track: „What hap­pened? Is it pos­si­ble that made that wicked very run?”
„Im­pe­r­ial Fa­ther...” The Feng Hange sound cow­ers, even is hav­ing the weep­ing voice: „sa­cred relic... sa­cred relic was stolen, very dis­ap­pears wickedly, and... And...”
„What... What?” pro­found array was touched, ob­vi­ously is Qilin Horn is taken away, Feng Huituo had the prepa­ra­tion, but hears sud­denly, still in heart big quake, but does not see the op­po­site party trace, means that is un­able to seize to re­cap­ture it. His one step, holds the Feng Hange shoul­der for­ward, the eye pupil ex­pands to a big way: „More­over what!?”
„...” The Feng Hange fa­cial fea­tures twitch, in the throat makes the painful sound fi­nally: „med­i­cine gar­den... in med­i­cine gar­den, dis­cov­ered... A corpse... Is...”
„Is the Hanyi corpse...”
Feng Hange is hav­ing a few words of weep­ing voice, such as the clear sky thun­der­clap, shakes all per­son com­plex­ion big changes, Yun Che turns the head sud­denly...
Mu Hanyi corpse...
med­i­cine gar­den!?
What's all this about?
Feng Huituo whole body in­tense shock, under foot fierce stag­gers, then his cries out strangely sud­denly, such as in­sane gen­eral holds Feng Hange, the index fin­ger that grasps tightly al­most falls into his meat: „What did you say? What you said!?”
The crowd sep­a­rates, an old man hand holds one not to have the body of sound to for­ward, then cau­tiously places the ground him.
Whish ---
This did not have the body of any life aura, lets en­tire main hall one piece star­tled how­ever.
Al­though, look­ing awful of his body dis­tor­tion, on the face did not have a per­son of color, but still the res­o­lu­tion of suf­fi­ciently clear, this clearly is Ice Wind Em­pire Thir­teenth Im­pe­r­ial Prince, Snow Song Realm young gen­er­a­tion of first per­son of --- Mu Hanyi that once rec­og­nized!
„--- cold... Se­nior Brother Hanyi!” Mu Xi­aolan both hands cover the lip, long call­ing out in alarm, stares the big dou­ble pupil to shiver fiercely, can­not be­lieve own eye.
„......” Feng Huituo such as by the heav­enly thun­der bang , the com­plex­ion in flash pale one piece, his mouth open­ing, the lip was shiv­ered, in the throat makes such as the sand­pa­per fric­tion sound, then sways, heav­ily knelt down be­fore the Mu Hanyi corpse.
„Em­peror!” Old Yan for­wards hastily, is fa­cial color is dim, has not tried to help up him. Be­cause of his clear aware­ness, Mu Hanyi is not only the Feng Huituo most fa­vorite son, is he his en­tire life biggest pride. His sud­den dying an un­timely death, to Feng Huituo, with­out doubt is the at­tack of earth-shat­ter­ing.
„Im­pe­r­ial Fa­ther, se­cret pas­sage... The se­cret pas­sage is start­ing, that wicked thief cer­tain... Cer­tainly holds under duress Hanyi, en­tered the trea­sure store­house through se­cret pas­sage, flees from the se­cret pas­sage again... After Hanyi, him... Him...” Feng Hange was say­ing at the same time, is clenches teeth to want bro­ken, tearss well up.
A sur­round­ing im­pe­r­ial fam­ily peo­ple sob­bing sound piece, comes the guests in look­ing at each other in blank dia­may sighs un­ceas­ingly. By Mu Hanyi in the Snow Song Realm rep­u­ta­tion, his dying an un­timely death sud­denly, merely is not the Ice Wind Em­pire im­por­tant mat­ter, alarms en­tire Snow Song Realm suf­fi­ciently.
Mu Hanyi is Ice Wind Im­pe­r­ial Prince so is not only sim­ple, ac­tu­ally Ice Phoenix God Sect first dis­ci­ple Ah! is, has such courage un­ex­pect­edly, dares to kill Ice Phoenix God Sect first dis­ci­ple.
„...” The Feng Huituo body shiv­ered the scary sit­u­a­tion, was sim­i­lar to places in so­ci­ety most ice-cold hell. Old Yan sup­ports his shoul­der, the com­fort that can only be in­ca­pable of said: „The em­peror, please re­strain grief, Old Man will dis­cover that evil­doer surely, is Thir­teenth Im­pe­r­ial Prince avenges.”
Feng Huituo ac­tu­ally in this time sud­denly slowly raise one's head, low say­ing: „Old Yan, has a look, my was Hanyi, what strength by harmed?”
Feng Huituo sound calm to fear­ful, the Old Yan slight bow, the palm stretched out, turns round in the chest of Mu Hanyi... Mo­ment, his palm mov­ing away like light­ning, on the face has re­vealed im­pres­sively panic-stricken.
All vi­sion all of a sud­den cen­tral­ized on the body of Old Yan, Yun Che are the brow big wrin­kle... What is this re­sponded?
„Said!” The Feng Huituo vi­sion is dim, ha­tred that but in this merely one char­ac­ter has, is ac­tu­ally ap­palling.
This is called „Old Yan” the per­son had sev­eral thou­sand years in Ice Wind Im­pe­r­ial Palace, is in the palace the first mas­ter, is dif­fi­cult in en­tire Ice Wind Em­pire the rival. But he is a face is panic-stricken at this time, re­sem­bles un­ex­pect­edly does not dare say­ing that the mouth opened and closed sev­eral times, the quite dif­fi­cult [say / way] con­tin­u­ously: „Thir­teenth Im­pe­r­ial Prince was killed by ex­tremely heavy cold qi, his resid­ual cold qi, plane/level high ex­tremely, but this plane/level cold qi, only has... Only has...”
Old Yan has not said that but the vi­sion of eye, ac­tu­ally fast sweeps the po­si­tion that Yun Che was.
Al­though he has not said that but the per­son of pres­ence, all in­stan­ta­neously un­der­stands what he wanted to say was any­thing...
Snow Song Realm pro­found prac­ti­tioner ba­si­cally is prac­tice ice at­tribute Pro­found Arts, is high­est in plane/level, with­out a doubt --- Ice Phoenix God Con­fer­ring Codex!
Mu Hanyi... dies of the Ice Phoenix God Con­fer­ring Codex strength!
„~! @#¥%...” Yun Che brain one ig­no­rant. Mu Hanyi dies of the toxin of Horned Dragon ob­vi­ously, after con­firm­ing him died, but also spe­cially his resid­ual poi­son pu­ri­fy­ing... How can be Ice Phoenix God Con­fer­ring Codex!?
But in Im­pe­r­ial Palace, will use Ice Phoenix God Con­fer­ring Codex only has two Ice Phoenix dis­ci­ple --- Mu Xi­aolan and Yun Che!
But these two peo­ple, strength and Mu Hanyi is far from, was im­pos­si­ble to kill him to be right.
„This... This... Should not...” Feng Hange is shocked, all per­son also si­mul­ta­ne­ously tarry.
Feng Huituo, this time slowly has ac­tu­ally been stand­ing, opac­i­tas both eyes, changed Yun Che slowly, in the mouth, sends out to the suf­fo­cat­ing sound tran­quilly: „My Hanyi, is more in­tel­li­gent than any­one, is more dis­crete than any­one, but here, is his fam­ily, he how pos­si­bly by silent hold­ing under duress.”
Yun Che: „...”
„The mat­ter of se­cret pas­sage, the by­stander is im­pos­si­ble to know, how also to hold under duress by this. The se­cret pas­sage was opened, some are only pos­si­ble, is Hanyi vol­un­tary belt that per­son goes . The rea­son, per­haps is belt that per­son, en­ters ob­serves sa­cred relic. But in this palace, can make Hanyi be will­ing so to do, has a per­son... Nephew Yun, Small King said that but rea­son­able?”
Even­tu­ally is a coun­try king, under the pain of huge los­ing a child, his brains, ac­tu­ally sober fear­ful­ness.
Feng Huituo these words, the en­tire main hall in­stan­ta­neous such as the ice-cold day falls, be­comes the com­plete si­lence. In his words mean­ing, even if the fool also hears clearly. Im­me­di­ately, all peo­ple keep silent, does not dare to make a sound, these come the guest to turn very quiet, after the foot­steps qui­etly, moves.
„Ice Wind Monarch this was sus­pect­ing that I have killed Mu Hanyi?” Yun Che's vi­sion fierce one cold.
„Small King how dare.” A Feng Huituo mirth­less smile, smiles is es­pe­cially sor­row­ful, he trans­fers glances at the light, looked to a fa­cial color pale girl: „Bro­cade, you have served Nephew Yun in Ice Cer­e­mo­nial Palace, told me, Nephew Yun tonight... Rests may be good?”
The Feng Han­jin del­i­cate body shrinks, then the dan­gling head, sends out to have the shiv­er­ing sound of fear: „Young Mas­ter Yun... Young Mas­ter Yun he... His half dou­ble-hour... Al­ready not in Ice Cer­e­mo­nial Palace...”
The Feng Han­jin words, let all peo­ple are the heart one tight.
Be­fore half dou­ble-hour,... This time, was too sub­tle.
Mu Hanyi is Ice Phoenix first dis­ci­ple, but Yun Che, is di­rect dis­ci­ple that Great Realm King just re­ceived...
Mat­ter, thor­ough big strip. They are un­able to imag­ine this to mean any­thing sim­ply, how should also end.
„, He He,” Feng Huituo is smil­ing, smiles even more sor­row­ful: „Ice Cer­e­mo­nial Palace body­guard where?”
15 aura abun­dant peo­ple go out, the com­plex­ion of every­one is dis­turbed with fear.
„I as­sign you to pro­tect the Nephew Yun se­cu­rity fre­quently, can you achieve?”
15 body­guard mas­ter whole bod­ies trem­ble, then also kneels down, is the per­son of hur­ried sound track head: „Be­fore half dou­ble-hour, Young Mas­ter Yun said that must exit to relax, or­der­ing our us not to fol­low. We... No... Does not dare, since... Asked the em­peror to for­give!”