Ye Du took a deep breath, suppressed the palpitation, and looked deeply at the portrait of the figure ahead.

There is a figure in a portrait of a beautiful woman, with a gentle eyebrows, who glances at the world with a commanding look. The breath of her body is immortal and free from vulgarity, seemingly stained with all kinds of dust and fireworks.

"Ice God!" Ye Dun's pupil shrank sharply. When he got the Ice Mirror, he had seen this beautiful face, which was the Ice God of the nine gods.

Looking back, Ye Dun looked at the portrait of the people beside him.

It was a tall man with...