The high priest let go of his hand and looked at her condescendingly, "Did you do tonight's incident?"

Rarely, the same words, he will say a second time.

Ling Xing breathed heavily, the thin white gauze was hidden on her **, the light veil slid down, revealing the fragrant shoulders like jade, Ling Xing's face turned red.

The High Priest's gaze was like a sword, and he shot at Ling Xing fiercely, "You want to die?"

Ling Xing was stunned, and hurriedly pulled the white yarn upward, she hung her head, her eyes flickered, and her voice was beautiful, unusually good, "Lord Priest, why are you here today?"

"Answer the words of this seat. The high priest didn't bother to look at Ling Xing, and looked around.

Ling Xing's fingers tightly pinched the cloth, and for a while, he didn't dare to speak.

The high priest was in front of her, she was happy and excited, but if the high priest came tonight, because he knew that she had framed Caiyun for illness, and wanted to borrow this matter, and go to his courtyard tomorrow, the high priest would definitely be angry, and the consequences would be quite severe, and for her, it would be tantamount to death.

"You want this seat to ask you a second time?" The high priest's flirtatious fingertips landed on Ling Xing's white and tender chin, and his fingers became more and more forceful, almost crushing her jaw.

Ling Xing gasped in pain, because of the pain, Shui Ling's big eyes were soaked with mist, and the tears of "Lord Priest" soaked down her cheeks, and it seemed that she was a little weaker than she was originally strong.

The high priest's gaze began to condense, and in his mind, he thought of the picture of him hugging her and tearing and kissing under the moonlit night

Is that 'she' really the woman in front of you?

The hand slowly loosened and withdrew, and his cold breath tightly wrapped the person in front of him.

"Did you do it?" The voice was still cold, and subconsciously, he didn't want to be tonight's woman, it was Ling Xing.

Ling Xing was a little dazed, she had a bit of luck in her heart, hoping that the priest would not track down her framing Caiyun.

She fell to her knees in fright, not daring to lie.

The Lord Priest has already found this place, which proves that the Lord Priest has evidence, and she has not seen the means of doing things in his thunder, but she has heard of it.

He asked her out loud, maybe he wanted to give himself a chance to change, after all, she was also the identity of the first martial artist beside the emperor.

"Lord Priest spare my life, slave maid didn't mean to do that, I was confused for a while, I couldn't think about it for a while, I just wanted to take good care of Lord Priest, and the rest, I didn't dare to think about it, I begged Lord Priest to spare the life of the slave and maid, tonight's incident, Ling Xing will definitely not dare to do it again in the future"

The high priest pursed his lips and said nothing.

His hands, hidden in his robes, gradually tightened, was it really her?

His eyes suddenly skimmed over the side of the room, and he slashed across with a palm wind, and the wardrobe shattered.

A set of soaked white clothes fell to the ground, the clothes were not yet dry, and they were still dripping with water.

Ling Xing was startled when he saw it, if she said that someone had broken in tonight, would the high priest believe it?

The answer must be that she doesn't believe it, and she's taking a shower tonight, and a stranger broke into the room just to stuff this outfit and frame her, who would believe it?

"Priest I"