The hot liquor mixed with the scent of blood slid into his abdomen, turning into endless flames in an instant and igniting Yan Hui's whole body. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yan Hui shook his neck even though Wang Gu was sealed by a golden needle, but the feeling of being full of power as if he could destroy everything was really full of joy.

Especially when she looked at the high priest standing in front of her, the joy reached a whole new level.

Yan Hui licked the tip of his tongue, the person in front of him, how to look at it, how delicious.

Yan Hui brushed his left hand on his shoulder and performed a standard European medieval dance ritual towards the high priest, and then stepped forward to hold the high priest's palm.

His hands were cold, and it was like holding a piece of ice in his hand, but it was precisely because of this that he wanted people to try to melt the ice and make it warm of his own.

The bitterness was shocked, the princess was shocked, and even Jin Pei and the people of the Southern Regions were shocked.

With the mother of worms on top, the newly crowned King of Yanshan actually held the hand of their high priest.

And listening to Yan Hui's previous remarks, this King of Yan Mountain has obviously coveted the beauty of the high priest for a long time.

For a moment, the sacrificial hall, which was supposed to be a celebration and noisy, was silent, and everyone looked at each other, with astonishment on their faces and eyes.

This King of Yanshan is really bold!

Except for one person.

Yu Zhuliu looked at the hands held by the two, and turned around and left this ceremony.

That's really her style.

Yu Zhuliu smiled, instead of standing here watching her flirt with others, it was better to go back and pack up and prepare to leave the Southern Regions tomorrow.

"Wanhu Hou!" Seeing Yu leaving in a hurry, Jin Pei hurriedly summoned him.

Yan Hui did not hesitate to fake his death to come to the Southern Regions, and finally became the king despite all odds, Jin Pei didn't believe that she did it just because she coveted the beauty of the high priest.

Thinking of Yan Hui's desperate appearance in order to resist the strong wind, Jin Pei believed even more that Yan Hui must have had a last resort.

Yu Liu, who was obviously completely ignorant of all this, would not think so.

Jin Pei turned his wheelchair to chase after him, but there were too many people watching the ceremony around, and after a while, Jin Pei lost the shadow of Yu Liuliu.

Seeing that Yu Zhuliu was gone, Jin Pei could only look at the field again.

Yan Hui didn't know how to dance this so-called sacrificial dance, but it didn't prevent her from taking the high priest's hand and walking with him to the center of the towering bronze pillar.

She was worried that she would not be able to dance the dance, but when she heard the horn being played, she felt that it didn't matter anymore.

Her body, or rather her instinct, had reacted before her.

Yan Hui clapped her hands, raised her arms and swirled gently around the high priest, she felt like a flower butterfly, every dance seemed to please her spouse.

And every bone and every cell in her body became more and more excited and trembling when she approached the people around her.

If Yan Hui looked at herself as an outsider, she would find that at this time she was like some kind of long-dormant insect, hearing the sound of spring one day, with endless temptation and aggression to pick up her favorite partner.

The high priest watched Yan Hui's every approach, his silent eyes were not shocked, and his attitude obviously angered Yan Hui.

Yan Hui leaned back towards the man in front of her, her fingers snaking up his arm.

It swept past his arm, through his feathered robe, but was grasped in the palm of his hand as it was about to touch the mask he was wearing.

"Cold people also have things to care about." Yan Hui looked at the person in front of him with his aggressive eyes, and the smile on the corner of his lips was both seductive and provocative.

"Since you don't want others to see your appearance, why don't you kiss me."

The calm and silent eyes finally fluctuated, Yan Hui smiled, and then threw out the bronze mask that had covered the high priest's face.

The dark blue hair danced in reverse, Yan Hui smiled openly, then pulled over the somewhat angry face, and suddenly approached......

At that moment, even the wind was still.

Everyone forgot to breathe, and only looked at Yan Hui, who was getting closer and closer to the high priest, in a daze.

Yan Hui got closer and closer, closer and closer, and just as everyone was expecting and angry that she had blasphemed their "god", Yan Hui stopped at a distance of 0.01 centimeters from the cherry-white lips.

Yan Hui smiled at the corners of her eyes, and she leaned close to the high priest's ear and whispered.

"You don't think I'm really going to kiss it, do you?"

The corners of Yan Hui's lips are hooked, looking like a bewitching beauty snake.

"Don't forget that we still have three long days, we can take our time......"

"Take your time, big head!"

"It's okay to pretend to be a love saint, do you think you're handsome!"

Yan Hui covered her head in pain again, saying that drinking was wrong, drinking was wrong, and she was directly over as soon as she touched the wine.

Fortunately, just before she was about to "indecent" the high priest, a figure flashed in her mind, otherwise, not to mention whether the high priest would let herself enter the sacrificial tower as agreed, I am afraid that it would be light to skin herself alive every minute.

But headaches aside, she still has important things to do.

Yan Hui pushed open the window in front of her and looked under the sacrificial tower, according to what Yesheng said, the sacrificial tower has a total of one hundred and nine floors, and judging from her current visual inspection, she is ......

The first layer?

I'll go!

How lazy this high priest is! How casual! He threw himself on the first floor.

Thinking that there were one hundred and eight floors waiting for him to investigate, Yan had the heart to die.

The wooden steps spread endlessly into the darkness above, and Yesheng had said that there was no one in the sacrificial tower, so she should be safe...... Right?

The bare toes stepped forward on the polished steps, the soles of their feet pressed tightly against the plank, making only a small sound.

It's not that Yan Hui thinks that the sound will be quieter like this, but that she didn't bring in such a high-end luxury as shoes at all.

Judging from the high priest's grudge-holding character who threw himself on the first floor, Yan Hui didn't think that the other party would deliberately prepare a pair of shoes for him.

Therefore, Yan Hui could only go barefoot, like the poor Cinderella in a fairy tale, holding a dimly lit oil lamp, and explore this sacrificial tower caged in darkness alone.

Yan Hui took the oil lamp and turned around in each layer, hoping to find clues about the existence of Yushan here.

But one by one, the doors were pushed open by her, and the rooms were exactly the same, and some were just disappointed, disappointed, and disappointed.

Yan Hui was not discouraged, since Yuan Zhi said that Yu Shan is here, then she must be here, inexplicably, she is convinced of Yuan Zhi.

Yan Hui guessed that this probably came from the deep-seated trust in the original body.

Another door was pushed open, and after a round of inspection, Yan Hui reaped N+1 disappointment again, as always.

A pair of eyes watched Yan Hui's every move in the dark, and then quietly stretched out his palm behind Yan Hui in the dark......