God is like dead ash, body is like flesh, in the ice wave body and mind will die, ice spring cold can not help but despair, Chen Jiu suddenly spoke "the Palace master's words can be taken seriously?"

"Er?" Chen Jiu's speech, ice waves and ice spring and cold can not help but look at him, he is still a meat pie, it is difficult to imagine a person who did not die?

"Palace Master, you said that I and my sister, will not regret it?" Chen Jiu asked again, directly standing up.

"Ah, you're not dead?" Bingchun Hanrao is a generation of palace owners. He was also shocked when...