Rebirth in Another World: Enchanting and Chaotic World

The two ice coffins are tightly adjacent to each other, and the four corners of the ice coffin are pulled by iron chains, hanging in the air, and not far below is rolling magma.

"How come there are two coffins?" Mo Tianhong had never seen such a burial method, so it would be fine? But this place is obviously Feng Junchen's tomb, so how could someone be buried with him?

Nangong Qingyu was thinking about how to get over it. As for the two coffins... it should be Feng Junchen and the people he liked.

Subconsciously he slapped Xiao Jifan's body. He was still as calm as water, but his deep eyes stared at the coffin without blinking.

The aura on my body was a little unstable, and I don’t know what I was thinking.

The craftsmen who designed this are really thoughtful and can fly, but you can fly, and you can't fly over, and you can't fly over. No one can stand the heat of magma when flying over, and you can only wait here if you don't fly over. It's really a dilemma.

Nangong Qingyu had water roots on his body, wrapped his whole body with water, and then rushed directly over.

Xiao Jifan finally glanced at Nangong Qingyu and said nothing.

Maybe he thought Nangong Qingyu could do it, she could do it, or maybe...

She used all her spiritual power, but there was too much magma. As soon as she rushed over, she became angry and had too much heat. Even if she had thick skin, she couldn't stand it. The water outside had long melted.

Nangong Qingyu almost fell down when she was burned by the magma, and she was a little shaky. She was very smart and didn't choose to move forward because she was still far away. She had only flew less than one-third and was almost out of reach. It can be seen how powerful the magma is.

"Master...I can't..." Nangong Qingyu almost fell down when he landed on the ground. Fortunately, Xiao Jifan supported her.

There was no expression on his face, but he just said lightly: "Go for your teacher."

Nangong Qingyu's expression moved, and said nothing, and consciously left his arms.

Xiao Jifan rose into the air and flew directly to the ice coffin.

The white clothes are flying, driving the black hair and the belt is floating like a pure white lotus, without any mud, and shuttles through the sea of ​​fire.

Nangong Qingyu was a little worried, but thought that Xiao Jifan had a strong magical power and would not have any problems. As expected, he successfully arrived at the ice coffin.

Xiao Jifan flew to the iron rope of the ice coffin and happened to see the person in the ice coffin.

He looked at it lightly and immediately changed his face.

Inside the coffin is a woman with white teeth and red lips, and a peaceful expression, but there is no blood on her face. Her enchanting face is very suitable for her wedding dress, her eyelashes are like butterflies wings, very long and pretty, and her willow-leaf eyebrows are curved.

There was no makeup on her face, and her somewhat enchanting temperament collides with a pure temperament, without making people feel anything wrong. The most important thing is that there is a cinnabar mole on the center of her forehead that is exactly the same as Nangong Qingyu.

Xiao Jifan looked at the woman in the coffin, and his eyes could no longer contain his turbulence. Something crystal clear fell down, falling into the raging magma below, and disappeared.

That's tears.

Xiao Jifan carefully picked up the woman in the coffin, his whole hand trembling, and he couldn't help it.

She stroked her cheek over and over again, even if she was lifeless, as if she was depicting it, engraved in her bones.

Nangong Qingyu's eyes were not very good, and coupled with the obstruction of magma, she only saw Xiao Jifan picking up the woman in red in the coffin.

This woman's figure is so familiar. Who is it? Why can't she remember it? She is so familiar.