The appearance of time travel is different

First, Mengmeng, Mo Yufeng, Qiu Zihao, Xiao Didi, Qiu Sa, as for An Xiaojian?Hehe, I ran away early and disappeared.

Except for the guards like Gong Moran, most of the people had already rested, and of course there were a small number of people who were too anxious to sleep.Feng Ya stood by the window in the house where the people from Xuecheng lived, frowning slightly. Behind him were three subordinates who were also from Xuecheng. These three also had delicate features and cold expressions.

"Time is running out. The secret order of the city lord should not be delayed." The man on the left said coldly.

"In today's situation, everyone is tired, so it's not a good time." The man on the right retorted.

"The time limit has passed, and the city lord has asked the crime, who will take the responsibility?" the man on the left said slightly displeased.

"Okay, don't talk about it." Feng Ya raised his hand to prevent them from continuing, "I have my own opinion, you go to rest first."

The three of them didn't say any more, they clasped their fists and retreated. "yes."

Feng Ya stretched out his hand, and a scroll appeared in his hand, the city lord's secret order to take Ji Xia to Snow City.Recalling when he received this order, Feng Ya raised his head to look at the cool and cold figure in front of him, and lowered his head slightly.The city lord practiced the best ice-type kung fu, and was cold-hearted. The city lord had never smiled, nor felt sad or happy. Everything about him had been frozen.He is cold and noble, like ice for ten thousand years, without a trace of warmth, the city lord is the unattainable god in Feng Ya's heart.

The Feng family is a family that has served the city lord in the past. Fengya was selected to be loyal to the current city lord since he was a child. According to the family motto of the Feng family, except for the master he serves, other people's orders can not be obeyed.Feng Ya has been dedicated to his duties until the arrival of that person.That year, the city lord had just turned eighteen, and on a snowy night, Feng Ya followed the city lord to practice in the snow.The bone-chilling snow seemed to deprive people of their senses. Feng Ya worked hard to circulate the spiritual power in his body so that he would not be so cold that he would feel unconscious.Although the people in Syracuse all practice the ice-type kung fu, there are high and low levels. Feng Ya may not be able to bear the coldness that the city lord can bear.

Feng Ya, who was shivering from the cold, used all his spiritual power to resist the cold, ignoring the surrounding situation, until the city lord opened his eyes and looked at one place, Feng Ya didn't know that because of his negligence, someone broke in and disturbed the city lord's cultivation .There was a faint sound of breathing, but before Feng Ya could react, the city lord got up and walked to the black shadow, bent down and removed the cloth on it.It was a boy about ten years old, with distinct features, bright red cheeks, panting slightly, the gas was frozen after steaming in the ice and snow, and fell to the ground.Feng Ya didn't know how the city lord felt when he saw the child for the first time, and he didn't understand why the city lord picked up the child and brought him back to the city lord's mansion.

The city lord took care of the feverish child with his own hands, his expressionless face was still cold, but Feng Ya knew that the city lord was different from before, but he couldn't say what was different.The child's name is Sikong Mo, and he seems to be a member of a big family, but the little child is more knowledgeable and interesting than the average adult.

After Sikong Mo recovered from his illness, he went in and out with the city lord all the time, and the city lord treated him like his own younger brother.The city lord who never smiled would hold Sikong Mo's hand and introduce him to the city lord's mansion, feed him soup and medicine with his own hands, and miss him all the time.The two have been inseparable like that for ten years, and when Sikong Mo grew up, the relationship between the two of them has not changed in the slightest, only the position of the favored and the favored has changed.The city lord inherited the position of the city lord when he was 20 years old. The old city lord did not reappear after retreating, but the old city lord called Feng Ya to say something before the retreat.

"Don't let the emperor and Sikong Mo get any closer. Once the exercises that the emperor practiced are emotional, he will go mad. If the emperor has a sign of emotion, don't hesitate to kill Sikong Mo. Otherwise, the emperor's life will be ruined." In this person's hands."

Hearing what the old city lord said was ruthless, Feng Ya's heart surged, if everything was for the city lord, he would do it.However, the old city lord, when the city lord picked up the angry child in the wind and snow, it was already too late.The city lord doesn't know what love is, so how can Feng Ya not know?If Sikong Mo died, the city lord would remember him in his heart for the rest of his life, and would even go with him.Therefore, Feng Ya hesitated, wishing he could go back to that night and prevent the city lord from meeting Sikong Mo.

The superficial calm lasted for a long time, until one day, more than a dozen spiritual powerhouses came to the door and said they wanted to take Sikong Mo away.What force in the mainland can casually produce so many saints?Only the hermit family.Feng Ya knew that Sikong Mo's identity was not simple, but he didn't expect that it had something to do with the Hermit Clan.Sikong Mo refused to leave, instead of arguing, he quickly started fighting.How can the city lord sit idly by in this situation?Nature helped Sikong Mo.At that time, the city lord was also a spiritual saint, and he was at a disadvantage when he was flanked by more than a dozen spiritual saints.

Feng Ya wanted to step forward to help, but because of his low strength, he was seriously injured in just one move.Seeing more than a dozen people being aggressive towards the city lord, Feng Ya bit his lip in hatred, strength is everything, without strength one can only be bullied.Although the dozen or so people were just taking Sikong Mo back, they plotted against Sikong Mo. Both the city lord and Sikong Mo were in an extremely dangerous situation.

More than a dozen people saw that Sikong Mo valued the city lord, so they deliberately entangled Sikong Mo and killed the city lord.It is very difficult for the city lord to deal with many people by himself. Now those people are exerting pressure again and again, and the city lord has revealed his flaws.Several people joined hands to attack the weak point of the city lord. If successful, the life of the city lord would be in danger.Just when everyone thought that the city lord could not escape, Sikong Mo suddenly appeared and hugged the city lord, and the attack hit Sikong Mo on the back, bleeding continuously.

The city lord raised his eyes to look at Sikong Mo, saw him smile slightly, and stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Sikong Mo slowly closed his eyes and slipped from the city lord's side, falling to the ground.Blood continued to flow out, staining the frozen ice red.Feng Ya stood up staggeringly, and slowly walked towards the city lord.Seeing Sikong Mo fell to the ground, more than a dozen people teamed up to attack the city lord. The next moment, powerful spiritual power erupted from the city lord, sweeping across a hundred miles.Where the spiritual power passed, everything except Sikong Mo was frozen, and the powerful spiritual power surrounded the city lord, constantly impacting, and then, with a 'pop', the city lord was promoted to a spiritual master.

Everyone is frozen, and their consciousness is not deprived. They can see everything outside, but they can't break through that layer of ice no matter what.The city lord knelt down, hugged Sikong Mo, and wiped the blood off his face.The snow on the ground was buried by ice and disappeared without a trace. An ice coffin slowly emerged from the ground in front of the city lord.The city lord put Sikong Mo into the ice coffin and sealed it with ice. Sikong Mo is not dead yet, the only way at present is to freeze him and find someone who can save him.

"It's not difficult to save him." A voice sounded not far behind Feng Ya, because Feng Ya was sealed in the ice, he could only vaguely hear someone talking, and he couldn't even make out whether the voice was male or female.

"How to do it?" The city lord turned to look this way, Feng Ya knew that the city lord was looking at the people behind him, not at him.

"Three years later, the Ji family, Ji Xia's blood. Remember, there can be no more days, no less days, after this time, no one can save Sikong Mo." That voice didn't make another sound after finishing speaking, Feng Ya Know that person is gone.

The city lord was silent for a while, and when he turned around, Feng Ya was unsealed, and the dozen or so people were shattered into ice cubes together with the ice, and there was a sound when they hit the ground, frozen, not even blood flowed.

From this day on, the city lord investigates Ji Xia and waits for three years.The city lord put the frozen Sikong Mo in his dormitory, no one was allowed to touch it, so the city lord had to watch Sikong Mo every day for three years.The three-year period was approaching, and the city lord sent out many missions to take Ji Xia's blood, but all of them ended without a problem.

Feng Ya put away the scroll, thinking silently, the city lord has been guarding Sikong Mo besides practicing for the past three years, and he is even more obsessed with Ji Xia's blood.No one knew who was the one who told the city lord this method, and no one knew why the city lord believed in that person so much, let alone why the city lord didn't catch Ji Xia three years ago, but waited until the time was approaching.

To outsiders, everything is a mystery, but Xue Minghuang, the city lord of Xuecheng, is like a mirror in his heart. Everything he does is to make Ji Xia's blood effective. What that person said is not to believe, but to have to believe.

Things in Syracuse have stopped, but things in Jingcheng are in full swing.Several women are sitting in Jingxin's room, all of them are unparalleled in beauty and seductive.Jing Xin sat on the bedside and looked at the five women, her tone mocking, "Don't say anything useless, there are more women than men in Jingcheng, who are you all looking for, tell me."

"Sister Jingxin, don't make sarcastic remarks. Who doesn't know that the city lord doesn't like men, and those of us who want to marry need someone who dares to marry." Sitting directly opposite Jingxin, the woman with a pair of peach blossom eyes said.

The oval-faced woman next to Taohuayan smiled charmingly, "How can we compare with the city lord, the city lord treats all men as slaves, we have the guts but not the ability."

The other three nodded, and the corners of Jingxin's lips curled up, looking at them with contempt, "Aren't you very easy to order those men in the city? Now you say you don't dare? If you are so courageous, why don't you let the men in the natal mirror Sisters, come out, you go in, so as not to embarrass yourself."

"Sister Jingxin was joking, but our natal mirror is a good choice when we are born. Who is in the mirror and who is outside the mirror, can we let us? They are twin sisters, regardless of each other, but they are already born. To determine fate, one of them can only be in the mirror of natal life and become the core." Peach Blossom Eyes smiled lightly and said with emotion.

"Why, are you still not satisfied outside the mirror?" Jing Xin said with a smile, "The natal mirror has been by our side since childhood, and so are the sisters in the mirror. When you get married someday, your husband-in-law will marry one and give one away. What's the matter?" Unhappy? Isn’t that what men are like?”

Taohuayan got up and complained