After I woke up, I became a sick and weak beauty

The first thing Junqing felt when he woke up was cold.

This kind of cold is not as sharp and clear as the cold wind in winter, but it seems that thousands of needles are pierced into the bones indistinctly, and the tingling pain tortures his nerves lingeringly.

Clasping the fingers placed on the chest and trembling slightly, the person lying here finally slowly opened his eyes.

He raised the curtain of fine eyelashes, revealing a pair of scorching golden eyes underneath, which seemed to have gold sand flowing slowly, making people feel dazzled when looking at it.

It's just that the color of these golden eyes is very dim now, like a candle that is about to be extinguished in the wind and frost, with a shadowy taste.

Jun Qing opened his eyes and looked at the top of his head in a daze for a while. After a long time, he blinked lightly and withdrew his wandering thoughts.

where am I?

This was the first question on his mind.

Then came the second question: who am I?

Jun Qing felt as if he was lying in a narrow space. His head was covered with a transparent crystal. Through this crystal, he could see the color as dark as the night sky above his head, with bright stars dotted in the middle.

Beautiful but lifeless, this is not the real sky.

Although he wanted to lie down for a while longer, Jun Qing couldn't control his body and shivered violently due to the constant chill coming from below him. He let out a soft breath, and immediately condensed into a white mist in the air.

to get out of here...

Thinking like this, he tried his best to raise his limp hand and pushed it towards the top of his head.

The skin directly touched the icy crystals, and a chill suddenly enveloped the whole body, and the fingers trembled a little, and most of the weak strength disappeared.

He was in a stalemate for so long that the chill was fading away, accompanied by a sense of drowsiness.

Jun Qing frowned slightly, the fingers pressing on the crystal had already turned white with force, and suddenly a tingling pain came from the fingertips, and a drop of bright red blood overflowed from the wound.

When it came into contact with the blood, the crystal that had been blocking the top of the head disappeared instantly, like an ice cube placed in the hot summer, and Jun Qing's raised hand felt empty, replaced by a sudden chill in his body.

How is this going?

Jun Qing didn't have time to worry about this matter for the time being, he put his hands on the "armrest" beside him, and tried his best to stand up on his limp feet.

When his feet touched the ground, Jun Qing realized that he was not wearing shoes, and only a thin snow-white undershirt was left on his body. He moved, and a silvery white color suddenly appeared in his sight.

Blinking his eyes, Jun Qing stretched out his hand to grab it, and then realized that the silvery white hair was his own.

The thin young man tilted his head, he didn't care about his rare hair color, he just stepped out of the place where he was detained just now, and when he looked back, he found that it was actually a body made of transparent cold crystals. coffin--

"I turned out to be a dead person?" Jun Qing said to himself.

He touched his chest, but he clearly felt the slow and rhythmic beating in it.

Although he got out of the "ice coffin", the surrounding temperature was still very low. Jun Qing took a breath of air into his palms, and stretched out his hands to wrap his arms around him, trying to keep a little body temperature for himself.

As he walked, he looked at the surrounding environment. It was a gorgeous but lifeless pure white palace, and the top of the palace was an imaginary starry sky, which was magnificent.

And the ice coffin he was lying on just now was the source of all the cold air, and it was also the center of the palace.

Jun Qing walked to the window and was trying to open the window, but a face suddenly appeared outside and looked at him unexpectedly.

Looking at each other, Jun Qing blinked his eyes, but the man suddenly let out a scream, as if he saw something unbelievable, staggered and fell to the ground, and then ran outside rolling and crawling.

Junqing: ...

Does he look so scary?

I couldn't help but look at my long silver hair hanging on my shoulders: Could it be that he is actually an old man with a wrinkled face?

He looked at his own hand again, the skin was tight and tender, the complexion was fair, the joints were thin and the fingers were long and slender, it was obviously the hand of a young man.

The reason why that person showed that expression just now is...

While Jun Qing was contemplating, the tightly sealed palace door from the outside was suddenly opened, and a tall black figure stood against the light at the door. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could feel the devilish aura in his body with a sense of oppression.

Jun Qing couldn't help taking a step back, feeling uncomfortable with the pressure on that man.

The tall man didn't move for a while, but stared at Jun Qing with fiery eyes, from his bare toes to his thin body, up to his face.

This straightforward and unscrupulous gaze offended Junqing instinctively, he frowned, and subconsciously yelled out from his mouth:

"presumptuous!"

This sound seemed to turn on a certain switch of that person. His expression froze at first, and then he revealed a strange smile.

"……presumptuous?"

He murmured, slowly chewing these two words in his mouth, while walking towards Junqing, as he approached, Junqing's brows became more and more wrinkled, and he couldn't help but step back.

The man in front of him felt like a beast that had endured for a long time, ready to swallow him up at any time.

This person... is dangerous!

Just as the thought appeared in his mind, there was a blur in front of Jun Qing's eyes, but in an instant the man's figure had flashed in front of his eyes!

Startled at first, Junqing instinctively wanted to avoid it, but with his current physical condition, he could not even compare to a healthy mortal, and his movements were clumsy, as if a lead bag was tied to his body, heavy endlessly.

what's wrong with me?

Before Junqing could be confused about his condition, his hand was already grabbed by the tall man in black. The too slender wrist could be held with only one hand. The delicate and warm touch of his hand made the man unable to help. His eyes dimmed——

How many years has passed?

The temperature under his palm reminded him that what he faced was not the corpse lying unconscious in the ice coffin, but a living person.

...the person he hated so much, but who he could never forget.

Back in the day, when his family was destroyed, he fell from being the proud son of heaven that everyone envied to a defeated dog who could be stepped on by everyone overnight, but was picked up by the immortal again. Who can predict the ups and downs of life?

After taking revenge, he abandoned his past name and past, and begged the Immortal Venerable to name him. The Juechen man stared at him for a while, and slowly uttered three words:

"Yu Changqing."

Since then, Yu Changqing has become his only name.

Recalling the sudden stop here, Yu Changqing stared at the quiet young man in front of him, only feeling that the turbulent mood almost aroused the demons in his heart, he took a deep breath, and was about to say a few words of sarcasm, when Jun Qing suddenly frowned and said in a low voice: "It hurts!" .”

Subconsciously, he let go of his hand. Yu Changqing saw that because of his fluctuating mood just now, he didn't control the strength of his hand. The place where Jun Qing was held by him had already shown two red marks, which were particularly glaring against the white skin around him.

Jun Qing rubbed his slightly hot wrist, and then looked at Yu Changqing, with a bit of thoughtfulness in his eyes.

Look at Yu Changqing's actions just now... This person probably has a deep connection with him.

Just judging from his expression and tone, I'm afraid this relationship is not very beautiful.

Yu Changqing over there reacted quickly, and there was a little bit of annoyance in his eyes. Seeing Junqing's calm look, he couldn't help but open his mouth and sneer:

"I never thought that someone like you would be able to play the trick of cheating death, but I also saw clearly what kind of person you are as early as that time."

Talking about thinking of his madness after hearing the news of this person's death, and his stupid behavior of storing his "corpse" in the ice coffin for thousands of years, Yu Changqing felt ashamed and angry at the same time. Thinking about something, he couldn't help reaching out and pinching Junqing's chin, forcing him to raise his head and look directly into his eyes:

"Since you have woken up now, shouldn't we also settle those old accounts?"

Junqing didn't like the feeling of being forced. He looked at Yu Changqing and felt that he needed to explain.

So he blinked, looked at Yu Changqing for a while, and finally asked the question in his heart:

"……Who are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the mighty black-clothed venerable in front of him let out his aura and froze in place like a punctured balloon.

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Demining: popular with everyone, blackening attack =v=

Shou is a sickly beauty, the plot may be bloody.

However, the full text of the goose is basically responsible for the abuse point (Gong:???)