"But, according to you, ten thousand years is enough to change the continent. How could you preserve the castle? The history here does not seem that long."

A faint smile appeared on the face of the Frost Witch, and her eyes were noble and proud: "It is normal for you to have this kind of doubt. The current civilization has long lost the inheritance of magic. Ten thousand years ago, in the kingdom where I existed, magic was the source of power. The seven elements of light, darkness, wind, fire, water, earth, and soul it contains constituted a great magic civilization. The level of civilization it has developed is definitely not comparable to those magic civilizations you see now. If the magic current is fireflies, I can say unreasonably that we are even brighter than the bright moon. All of this is the effect of magic. It is me who used magic power to make this castle exist for tens of thousands of years and made my children sleep for tens of thousands of years."

Looking at Yang Zheng's incredible eyes, the Frost Witch's voice softened: "I know. It's hard for you to understand this. Don't worry, I can give you that knowledge as a gift."

Yang Zheng, who was quick-minded, quickly smelled the smell of the words of the Witch of Frost.

He raised his head and said calmly: "Do you need my help?"

The Frost Witch's voice was a little surprised: "Do you know?"

"No, of course I don't know." Yang Zheng shrugged: "As you said, I seem to be the only human being who has entered this castle in ten thousand years. I think you spend ten thousand years waiting for such a person. You spend another ten thousand years to preserve your child's body. It's not that there is no purpose."

"You are very smart." The Frost Witch's eyes flashed with admiration.

"Tell me, if it's within my tolerance, I can help you."

The Frost Witch looked at him and floated to the ice platform. At that moment, the anger on her face disappeared. She was just a mother's gentleness, staring at the little girl sealed in the ice. The Frost Witch said lightly: "I want you to help me and let my children wake up."

Yang Zheng was slightly stunned. He stepped forward a few steps and also came to the platform. Looking at the quiet little girl, Yang Zheng's voice softened a little: "Is her name Mixueer?"

The Frost Witch said "happy".

“She’s cute,”

He said with a smile.

"She is my angel, and I will not let her suffer any harm." The Frost Witch's voice was firm.

"I sympathize with your experience, but..." Yang Zheng paused and said, "Why do you want her to wake up? The current world has completely changed. And I suddenly thought about it just now, if the sea tribe once destroyed your civilization, then if it appears again, does it mean that it will destroy the current civilization?"

The surprise flashed in the Frost Witch's expression, which was a surprise at Yang Zheng's ability to reason.

"And even if she wakes up, how do you let her face the world? She has lost her parents. Although you are still here, this is not the same..." Yang Zheng continued.

The Frost Witch's eyes appeared sadness: "I know, but Mixue'er has been lying here for ten thousand years. Her life is incomplete. She is still young. I can't let her lie down like this forever... And if she wakes up, I will let her forget those terrible memories. I have a way to do all this. Mixue'er will be as pure and flawless as a reborn baby."

"You mean, are you going to let yourself disappear into her memory, too?"

"yes."

Yang Zheng was shocked. He did not expect that the Witch of Frost could make such a sacrifice in order to protect his daughter who had been in charge of ten thousand years.

At that moment, he was moved by selfless maternal love.

Taking a deep breath: "I can help you, what do you need me to do?"

"Your blood."

“…”

"Don't be nervous," the Frost Witch's eyes were filled with smiles: "It's just a few drops, because Mixue'er has been frozen here for ten thousand years. In order not to let her die, I used magic to seal her life mark. But this mark requires special human blood to awaken. You know, I am already a spirit and can't do this."

When Yang Zheng heard the words of the witch, he felt relieved, and at the same time he laughed at himself for being too nervous. However, looking at the smile of the witch of Frost, he always felt that there was something else, although it was not malicious.

He looked at the Witch of Frost deeply and nodded: "Then, if you really make up your mind, I'm fine."

The Frost Witch said slowly: "I have already made a decision. I have been waiting for this day for a long time for Mixueer to have a complete life."

The words of the Frost Witch were very plain, but in that dull love contained in the dullness. The witch kept spitting out various complex and difficult-to-understand syllables. With her voice, the temperature in the room continued to drop, but Yang Zheng quickly found a layer of strange light appeared around his body, and magic symbols were constantly mixed with them, so that he could not be harmed by the cold.

Soon, the whole room was covered with ice slag.

The magic patterns on the ground continued to spread, and the stone pillars beside the platform emitted a strong light.

The scene in front of him finally made Yang Zheng understand the magic and greatness of magic. The magical powers he had seen before, including the so-called magic warlock, were completely scheming tricks, and perhaps only people of Scarlett's level could rival them.

The ice on Mixue'er's body is constantly melting.

The crystal-colored liquid flowed on the ground, gradually forming a white magic hexagram.

Mixue'er was lying on this hexagram. Her hair and clothes were flying in the light. The thin magic wand on her chest emitted a golden stream of light, gathering on Mixue'er's forehead, forming a dazzling little hexagram.

A hoarse and urgent voice rang: "Quick, drip blood on Mixuer's forehead."

The witch's voice sounded tired.

Yang Zheng quickly bit his finger and dripped blood into the little hexagram.

After the first drop of blood fell, it quickly disappeared, and a faint blush appeared on Mixue'er's bloodless cheeks. The second drop, her white and dry lips gradually plump, and the third drop, Mixue'er's skin began to flow and shine...

After three drops, the voice of the Frost Witch suddenly rang: "Thank you, young man, your selfless help moved me. Everything in this castle will be your reward."

At this time, Yang Zheng suddenly found that the body of the Frost Witch was gradually fading... He suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"I'm about to disappear... Awakening Mixue'er's life consumes all my strength."

"You can't disappear, what should Mixue'er do... Do you want to leave her?" Yang Zheng shouted anxiously.

"Mi Xueer..." The witch's eyes appeared gentle, and at the same time, she looked at Yang Zheng with apologies: "I didn't tell you the consequences of blood induced the mark of life. Mi Xueer has been linked to your life. You can only ensure her safety, otherwise, if she dies, you will die with it."

"What?" Yang Zheng was more surprised. Although he felt deceived, he was not strong.

Maybe he has a strong liking for Mixueer himself.

"Mi Xueer is about to wake up. I will pass on my original power to her. Believe me and take good care of her. You will get benefits. Mi Xueer will be the greatest mage, she is the true inheritor of magic... and will be the person closest to you..."

The witch said this and spoke a little strange tone. Before Yang Zheng could think about her words, the witch had dissipated, leaving only a small ball of light that penetrated Mixuer's forehead.

As soon as the witch dissipated, the temperature in the whole room dropped rapidly, and the ice and snow began to melt.

The magic marks on the ground shrink and the light gradually dimmed.

The light of the little hexagram on Mixuer's forehead gradually dissipated, and Yang Zheng looked at Mixuer nervously.

The witch said that this little guy was the greatest mage, or that he was the closest person he was...what does it mean?

However, it doesn't matter, why didn't she wake up yet?

Yang Zheng didn't even notice how he was so nervous? He felt very strange.

The heart speeds up, and the feeling of expectation and worry is extremely unfamiliar.

About three minutes later.

The little girl's eyelashes trembled. She finally opened her golden eyes. Looking at the little girl's curious eyes looking at the world, Yang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't notice that Mixue's eyes had fallen on him, and a smile suddenly appeared in her golden eyes.

The little girl raised her tender and chubby little hands, and the next sentence made Yang Zheng stunned.
Chapter completed!