The fresh look of drops.

"strangeness……"

Li Guanqi slowly walked towards the coffin with doubts.

In addition to the problem of the crystal coffin, there is another problem now - he is very sure that he heard it correctly. He just heard a female voice calling "brother" with an anxious tone.

But almost a minute has passed now, and the memory fragment has not appeared yet.

He had never experienced such a long delay before, and the longest delay before was only about fifteen seconds.

"This female corpse is quite beautiful."

Suddenly, a red light flashed on Li Guanqi's right arm, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a red-haired woman and appeared next to him.

It's the dragon halberd.

At this time, she transformed into a human form and stood next to the crystal coffin. She looked at the beautiful female corpse lying among various flowers inside, and said with a chuckle: "By the way, the underground mausoleum, the crystal coffin, and the beautiful corpse with incorruptible body,

When these elements are put together, something unusual usually happens."

"Already appeared."

Li Guanqi also looked down at the female corpse, his eyes full of doubts, "I clearly heard the voice, but the memory remains have not appeared until now. This is the first time this has happened. It's a bit abnormal... huh?"

Suddenly, he was slightly startled.

Whether it was an illusion or not, the more he looked at this beautiful female corpse, the more he felt that her features and eyes were somewhat similar to the third-generation Khan Arshan when he was a boy.

"No way?"

Li Guanqi thought of the previous "Brother" and quickly walked around to the other side of the crystal coffin to look at the inscription on the base of the coffin.

"Flower Fairy?"

Longji also came to Li Guanqi at this time. Looking at this inscription, he suddenly said: "I once read it in a book. It is said that in the Ayabel Prairie, 'Meduolam' means like flowers.

A fairy who is as beautiful as a child, well..."

As she said that, she glanced at the beautiful female body lying inside the crystal coffin among the many flowers, and smiled slightly, "This name is quite appropriate."

"That's not the point."

Li Guanqi looked down at the inscription and frowned slightly.

This "Nala Medolam" is obviously the name of the tomb owner, but the strange thing is that the inscription only has this name, and nothing else, no introduction to his life, not even a mention.

How long did she live and when did she die?

This is obviously not normal.

This tomb is very large and luxurious. The owner of a tomb like this is usually a member of the royal family with a very high status or a very high level of cultivation. The inscription on the coffin cannot just be a perfunctory carving of a name.

Luxurious tomb...

Unreasonable crystal coffin...

A life without any records...

The beautiful and incorruptible female corpse...

Only sound appeared, but no memory residue appeared...

"Something's wrong."

Li Guanqi looked around and looked at this luxurious tomb with a strange look on his face.

Everything about this tomb reveals something unusual.

"Brother...I don't want to marry..."

Suddenly, just as Li Guanqi was about to leave this place, the female voice suddenly sounded again.

Different from the previous anxiety, this "Brother" was full of sadness and faintly crying.

"Buzz——"

At the same time, bursts of starlight appeared on Li Guanqi's body involuntarily.

"Synesthesia?!"

When Li Guanqi saw this, his face suddenly showed a look of astonishment.

But he didn't take the initiative to use this star skill?

"Well!"

Suddenly, Li Guanqi felt dizzy, his body swayed, and he covered his head with his right hand, his eyes wandering.

Suddenly, he seemed to see that his raised right hand had become much smaller?

No, not only has it become smaller, but it has also become softer and fairer.

The sleeves at the wrists are no longer black narrow sleeves, but white wide sleeves embroidered with pink flowers.

"..."

Li Guanqi looked at this scene with an increasingly confused expression.

Finally, he closed his eyes, but two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of his eyes, gathered on his chin, condensed into a teardrop, and fell towards the gray-white tomb floor.

"Crack."

The teardrops slowly fell in mid-air, and finally landed on the surface of a black floor tile and splashed.

"Brother, don't do this, okay?"

"elder brother……"

"No...I don't want to marry..."

The night is dark.

Above the dim hall, a beautiful woman in a white dress knelt on the black floor, pulling the sleeves of a young man in white, looking at him with tearful eyes, her eyes red from crying, and kept pleading.

The physical features of this man and woman are slightly different from most prairie people.

The first is the skin color. Both of them have fair skin color, which is very different from the wheat-colored skin of the prairie people.

In addition, the temperament is also very different.

The man was dressed in simple white clothes. Although he was simple and elegant, it also complemented the elegant and scholarly spirit in him, which was completely different from the rough and bold appearance of most prairie men.

As for the woman in the white dress, perhaps because she was kneeling and sobbing at this time, she had a fragile beauty that I felt pity for, which was different from the strong and fortitude of most prairie women.

But they are prairie people, and they are prairie people with a high status.

The former is now the supreme overlord of the grassland and the third generation khan of Beimang Royal Court - Yinled Khan, Arshan.

The latter is Yinledhan's half-sister, the pearl of the prairie - "Flower Princess" Medolam.

"Woooo..."

"I don't want to marry that person...brother...I don't want...don't..."

Medolam knelt at Arshan's feet, pulling on his sleeves, crying and begging.

"..."

Arshan lowered his eyes and looked at his sister kneeling at his feet. His handsome face was filled with unbearable expression, and his eyes were extremely complicated.

But in the end, he raised his head slightly, took a deep breath, and gently let go of Medolam's hand.

"Don't be childish. When a girl grows up, she will eventually get married."

Arshan stepped forward, walked towards the throne above the main hall, and said softly: "Na Batu is a great man. He grew up in Daluo and studied in Daluo Wufu. He has always accepted the concept of 'Martial arts is heavy.'

His education in Germany is impeccable in all aspects. He will be a good husband. I believe brother, he will be very, very good to you, I promise."

"What the hell are you talking about!

"

Medolam suddenly stood up and looked at Arshan's back with his tear-filled red eyes. His voice could not contain his tears, "Brother, you clearly know that the person I like is not him, but..."

"Enough!"

Arshan shouted loudly in a deep voice, and the space in the entire palace was stagnant!

He solidified the space with the power of space law, causing Medoram to be imprisoned, unable to move his body, let alone say the rest of his words.

"..."

Arshan turned around, looked at Medolam who was imprisoned in place, opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

He seemed to have thousands of words stuck in his chest, but in the end he didn't choose to talk.

The Beimang Khan withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, turned his back to his sister, and said in a calm tone: "Go back and prepare."

"In three days, your wedding to Nabatu will be held. At that time, the entire grassland will celebrate it, and so will I."

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To be continued...