The side of Yue Gongjie was even more filthy, and she didn't need to look at Yue Gong Slave to see it... She didn't really want to imagine that scene!

"Teaching the old man?"

Dao Dai'er sneered, "Even now, you still call him 'Jiao Lao'. Isn't it because sister Dai'er has not been bullied enough?"

"What about Yue Gong Jie?" Yue Gong Slave didn't dwell on the title, "How do you plan to deal with him?"

"Look at you."

"my suggestion is……"

"You don't have to give me advice, you are just a defenseless sinner, just take care of yourself, sister slave~"

The Moon Palace Slave let out a soft breath, clenched her fingers tightly, and wrinkled the hem of her skirt, but she could only loosen her grip, "...Kill him, and you won't be able to leave the Cold Palace Emperor Realm!"

Dao Daier did not answer this.

After his overlapping thighs drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, he stood up gracefully and came to the side of the Moon Palace Slave behind the ice table.

The Moon Palace Slave frowned and turned her upper body sideways, keeping a safe distance.

However, Dao Daier bumped against her pert buttocks. Fortunately, Yue Gong Slave was alert and got up in advance to avoid being hit.

"Wouldn't it be better if we just left early? Really..."

Dao Daier finished mumbling and sat on the only chair in the cell. It was actually a wooden chair, not an ice chair.

After sitting down, he finally understood why Moon Palace Slave always spoke to him with a stubborn face.

It's not that her profile is prettier.

It's not that her temper has become more arrogant since she was in Cold Prison.

After glancing at the yellow shit beside the wall, Dao Dai'er stretched his neck, retched, turned his head and shuddered, without saying anything else.

Her feet were on the soft goose down cushions on the ground under the table, and her butt occupied the wooden chair. Dao Daier's slender fingers rested directly on the guqin.

The strings trembled slightly as if resisting, and he glared at it, and the strings became silent.

"Luan Xue, tsk!"

"The piano is a good piano, but it has no edges and corners like you. It's too easy to bully... I, my sister, can even ride on its head."

Moon Palace Slave could only pretend that she didn't hear anything.

She was forced to one side of the ice table, feeling a little embarrassed at the moment.

After committing a crime, she was thrown into a cold prison. Even if her brother Yue Gongli took care of her, some rules could not be broken after all.

She only had a few changes of clothes, and she didn't even have shoes to keep out the cold.

The barrier of the ice table is the confidence for her to have an equal dialogue with Dao Qiongcang.

But now, after the wooden chair, the only point of support, and the small heating pad on the ground to keep out the cold were occupied by this guy, even the last sense of security was taken away.

The Moon Palace Slave could only gnash her teeth secretly, sulking with anger, curling up her toes and stepping on the ice ground in a very restrained manner.

The Yin Qi of Cold Prison does not care about the identity of the sinner before entering, it will only punish all those who fall here equally.

When the long-lost coldness pierces through the soles of the feet, spreads across the calves, and invades the internal organs, it feels like needles are shooting up in the Moon Palace Slave's body, causing pain all over the body.

Her lips were turning blue and her teeth were chattering.

You can't even stand firmly, and you can't show your timidity in front of Dao Qiongtian, which will make the other party push forward.

The Moon Palace Slave could only look cold and pale, lift up her toes, and use the toes and heels of one foot to support the weight of the entire body. When she could no longer bear the weight, she would secretly switch to another foot.

This method is actually useless, but it is better to have some comfort in my heart.

Fortunately, when you are shivering from the cold, your body's shivering can generate a little bit of heat, which can barely keep you warm.

"Zheng——"

Dao Dai'er had no intention of giving back the seat and the warm cushion. He closed his eyes and began to play the piano.

The sound of the piano was faint and terrifyingly cold.

The song she played was "Shang Nan Ting" that Yue Gong Slave had played before. When it was quiet, it was like a gurgling spring, and when it was moving, it was like a soldier fighting, with ups and downs.

Slave Yue Gong sat by the ice table with a cold expression and gritted her teeth as she listened bitterly. She didn't even dare to hold the table, it was too cold.

Yue Gongxing was paralyzed by the corner and was unable to listen to Huang, uh uh, can't make a half sentence, it's too difficult.

Appreciate both elegance and vulgarity.

Speaking of which, if we don’t count all the arrogance that Shangdao Qiongcang deliberately showed, we only talk about piano skills.

His level is really not inferior to Yue Gong Slave.

What Dai'er said before about "dare not to evaluate" Huelao was indeed modest. In fact, he was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was an elegant man.

But now, what "Dao Daier" does, and even the contradictory existence of "him/her" itself, really have nothing to do with the word "elegant".

Halfway through the song.

The song is too long.

Dao Daier still closed her eyes and was enjoying it.

The Moon Palace Slave was unable to withstand the cold critical attacks one after another.

She could only be the common person who destroyed the artistic conception, tried to interrupt the sound of the piano, and said with a hint of sarcasm:

"The Imperial Realm of Han Palace is not a place where you can come and leave whenever you want. You can't get out."

"Even if you are here just as an incarnation of your thoughts, they can trace the traces until they find out your true form."

The tone was not very expressive, but the content was still from the perspective of Dao Qiongtian, as if she was thinking about him.

The fact is that when dealing with Dao Qiongtian, the less you say, the less you will make mistakes, and if you don’t say anything, you will be right. Moon Palace Slave knows this, and at this time, he has no other choice but to take the initiative to bring up the topic.

Dao Dai'er heard the sound and opened her eyes. The sound of the piano was still there, and she said while playing: "I have... Jiao Lao!"

"You're not going to kill him?"

"I rarely take the initiative to kill a weak person who is unable to resist."

"Oh? Aren't you afraid that he will expose your invasion of Han Palace Emperor Realm later?"

"Dead people cannot speak."

The Moon Palace Slave was blocked by the Riddler.

He seemed to simply not want to listen to himself and wanted to torture himself.

"How do you plan to get out of here?" Moon Palace Slave will not compromise.

"I have the status of being an elder."

"You should know the rules of the Han Palace Emperor Realm. Even if you steal his identity jade token, it will be useless without the owner's permission."

"Zheng..."

The sound of the piano stopped for a moment, and Dao Daier gently pressed her hands on the strings to stop the lingering sound, and turned her head with a smile:

"How do you know that he didn't take the initiative to give me the identity jade token and allow me to pass through the entire Han Palace Emperor Realm?"

As he spoke, he dug into the groove in his chest, pulled out a jade token, and slapped it on the ice table.

Then, a sword was pulled out from nowhere and inserted next to the ice table and next to the Moon Palace Slave.

Buddha Sword, Angry Immortal!

The Moon Palace Slave didn't even look at the sword. He turned his face to look at Dao Qiongang's bumpy figure, and his eyes revealed a bit of disgust:

"You...seduced him?"

"Hmm~"

"Yue Gong Tue is not a lustful person, nor is he easily fooled. Your power of guidance does not dare to be let go in the Han Palace Emperor Realm." Yue Gong Slave said firmly.

"Giggle..." Dao Dai'er smiled sweetly, her laughter was pleasant to the ears, but it made people's hair stand on end.

"why are you laughing!"

Compared with enduring the erosion of Yin Qi, the Dao Firmament was even more unbearable for Moon Palace Slave. She almost gritted her teeth as she said this.

But the reality is skinny, and she still can't bear the pain like needles when the yin energy enters her body.

Changing feet is useless!

The Moon Palace Slave lowered his eyes and glanced at the huge sword that was almost as tall as a man. He accepted the kindness and stretched out his hand to hold the sword's guard.

The Wrathful Immortal Buddha Sword has no temperature.

If you take it out from the cold hell, it will be as cold as the cold hell.

But it had no Yin energy. After holding it up with his hand, Yue Gong Slave felt a faint, warm sword thought between the sword blades.

That familiar breath broke through the dusty heart almost in an instant, trying to wake up the entire past.

The Moon Palace Slave's heart strings trembled, as if he was absent-minded.

"I laugh at your ignorance, sister slave!"
To be continued...