She is on Fire at the Apex of Si Ye’s Heart

The servant knew what the old man was thinking, and according to his wishes, at worst, he would think of a way to get the young master back.

When they reached the top, the Martyricide Legion and the Wei family quickly locked their eyes on the majestic and glorious palace in front of them.

on the plaque.

It says Zeyun Palace.

Could this really be the palace of a certain great emperor in ancient times? Some people couldn't help but lose their minds and have an unknown emotion in their hearts.

The students in Class E looked at the way up behind them. Bai Linfeng couldn't help but muttered: "I don't know when my dad will be able to come up."

Bai Xinghuai slowly looked away from the road he came up from, and his frown relaxed. He seemed to be comforting others and himself: "We are all fine, and they should be fine too."

Bai Linfeng nodded.

Walked over with the others.

The ferocious beast in front of everyone took a few steps forward. It looked at the palace in front of it and howled in front of it.

The ground beneath my feet suddenly trembled a few times without warning, and there was suddenly an extra layer of transparent stairs on the road leading to the palace.

Like a staircase formed by a force.

The door to that palace.

They were worried about how to get through it.

Unexpectedly, a ladder came out automatically.

Said it was stairs.

But they looked like ladders to heaven.

Shen Qianyan pushed up his glasses and looked at it carefully for a while: "It seems that we have to step up the stairs to enter."

Jing Yi raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "The previous crisis has passed. Are you still afraid of this?"

Shen Qianyan laughed a few times, pushed up his glasses, his eyes were very solemn, and with the light of excitement, he squinted and said: "Why should I be afraid? Okay, don't rest anymore. Let's rest after we go in." ."

They were not sure how many people the ladder could bear, and finally set foot on the road to the palace one after another.

The people who were still halfway down the mountain suddenly stared ahead. They saw a transparent ladder appearing below the palace, and their pupils suddenly shrank before they exclaimed.

"How is this possible! This thing didn't exist just now. Could it be that someone got in one step ahead of us?!"

Before they could react, they saw someone heading up the ladder to the palace, and they immediately wanted to rush forward in a hurry.

The clothes those people were wearing.

It's obviously the Martyricide Legion!

And people from the Wei family!

They actually arrived before them!

Several people from big families also saw familiar figures inside, and their eyes couldn't help but become strange, and they had to look away.

"This brat is really capable."

No matter how far away he was, he was naturally familiar with his son's figure. Bai's father squinted his eyes, not knowing whether to feel relieved or doubt whether his abilities were not as good as that brat.

In addition to the Bai family, they were also accompanied by several other powerful families with good relations with the Bai family. As the head of the family, Bai's father also had his own considerations.

He called someone and continued his instructions: "If you still have enough energy, continue to set off with me. If your body can't bear it, don't be brave. Return to the original route and go back now."

Those whose bodies couldn't bear it also knew what the family leader meant. Although they felt regretful, they also knew that if they insisted on going forward, they would undoubtedly step into the underworld and die. In the end, they still did not choose to go forward. , but bowed respectfully, planning to wait for the return of the family master at the top of the mountain.

And those who had long known that they would not be able to hold on had already left on their own, one after another, and many people returned the same way.

It is better that they forget their original thoughts and know that if they take another step forward, they will be the ones who die.

Opportunity is compared with life.

They can only choose life.

Only by living can we find the next opportunity.

It's just a pity.

They were a little regretful that they could not step into the palace in person. Perhaps fate prevented them from entering.

This is their fate too.

Go up the ladder.

For a moment, they even doubted whether the ladder was strong and could bear their weight.

Fortunately.

Nothing happened.

The majestic beast stood at the door of the palace, and three lines of words were clearly engraved on the door.

Separated in life and death, it is difficult to miss each other and difficult to forget.

As the door slowly opened, Cang Fengyu's figure suddenly disappeared in front of everyone, leaving only the insignificant sound of wind.

Little did they know that the moment the young man disappeared, someone suddenly changed his color. He rushed forward but missed. His stern face was filled with deep anger, making people shudder.

In the pavilion at the top of the mountain.

Someone bowed respectfully to the figure in white, lifted the teapot at hand, poured her a cup of tea, respectfully brought it to her, and called out: "Sir."

Cang Fengyu looked around, and with the scorching sun's rays shining down, the surrounding area was particularly clear. There were endless mountains among the mountains.

Cang Fengyu slowly withdrew his gaze and turned to stare at the woman in gorgeous clothes. His face was cold and there was no warmth in his voice: "Are you a subordinate of the master of this palace? Why did you bring me here? .”

The maid understood what Cang Fengyu meant, she put the teacup that the other party had not picked up on the table, and said slowly: "Young master, don't worry, those people will rely on their talents to find their own opportunities,

When they get the opportunity, they will be sent out. This is the inheritance palace set up by the master, and I am just a ray of consciousness guarding here. When the opportunity is given to them, this palace will no longer exist. "

The maid looked at the young man's appearance and sighed in her heart, but she said: "Master, aren't you curious about how I recognized him?"

Cang Fengyu really wanted an answer. After a moment of silence, she sat on the armchair closest to her, picked up the tea that the other party had brewed earlier, and said calmly: "Who is the person in that coffin?"

"is fake."

The maid smiled and said, "The master has a portrait in his hand. Although I don't know who the person in the portrait is, I know that the person in the painting is the young master. But in order to get the favor of the master, that person,

He doesn't hesitate to use his own beauty to imitate you, because he looks somewhat similar to you. The master is indeed very kind to him, but a counterfeit is a counterfeit, and he will die after all. "

Cang Fengyu's face was cold, he twisted the tea cup with his fingers, took a sip, and said calmly: "Your master and I are not familiar with each other."

The maid was startled, then picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for the young man, and said, "I have never heard the master say this."

Cang Fengyu took a drink to moisten his throat, but the maid knelt down on the ground. The teapot that had originally fallen to the ground was steadily suspended in the air, and then fell on the table.