The noise around them began to fade, and all that was left was the whispering of insects. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

They are confused by the breath of the person in front of them.

"Who are you?"

All the Gu worms are conveying such a message.

"I am the king, your only king. ”

"Now, send me to him. ”

Yan Hui didn't say who "he" was, but all the Gu worms knew who she was referring to.

Before he was halfway through, he stopped walking, and the Gu worms under his feet were in a commotion, and they retreated from him one after another.

She took advantage of the situation and saw that the Gu worms under her feet were actually gathering towards the center of the bronze pillar, as if they were being silently commanded, leaning on each other there, and building a bridge.

When the bridge was completed, Yan Hui stepped barefoot into this insect festival like her.

She stepped on the "bridge" and looked ahead, and there were thousands of insects under her feet, and not a single insect dared to climb onto her instep.

She stood there looking like a true king.

Seeing this, she smiled and still walked towards the sacrificial tower, everyone has a personal chance, she doesn't, so just be quiet and do what you should do.

In fact, the reason why Yan Hui straightened her head was only because she was afraid that if she looked at the insects under her feet more, she couldn't help but spit it out.

She had to keep staring closely at the door of the sacrificial tower to keep her attention from the Gu worms under her feet.

The raised soles of the feet can finally fall to the ground steadily, and even the sand under the feet seems to become cute in an instant.

"Stand down. ”

The bridge collapsed in an instant, and those Gu insects retreated in an orderly manner as when they came, and as the Gu insects disappeared, the ground that had fallen before in the bronze pillar finally returned to its original state little by little.

Yan looked back at the suffering, the two looked at each other and smiled, and then stepped forward and knocked on the door of the sacrificial tower together.

Before the raised finger fell, the door of the sacrifice slowly opened in front of the two of them.

Different from the dazzling light outside, the sacrificial tower was a little dim, Yan looked back at the bitterness, and didn't understand that this was the one of the king's ceremony.

"The high priest will come out of the tower and bless us, and then he will choose a man to come out and dance with him. ”

This is indeed the practice of the king ceremony, but it is ......

"The princess once said that the high priest was seriously ill and might come later, just later. ”

"Seriously ill?" Yan replied, "I heard that the High Priest has been living in this sacrificial tower since the establishment of the Southern Regions, is he really a few hundred years old?"

"I don't know," Kuzhi replied, "as far as I know, no one has ever seen the true face of the High Priest, who has become the faith of the Southern Regions like the Mother of Worms. ”

Faith?

Can such a powerful person really get seriously ill?

Yan Huizheng was puzzled, and he heard a burst of "da... Da... The footsteps of "da", stepping through the darkness in front of him, from the thick ink that could not be dissolved, walked step by step.

Yan Hui clenched her fingers, even though she tried her best to control her mood, her heart still couldn't avoid violent ups and downs in her chest.

It was a little strange to look at Yan Hui, she stood there waiting, as if waiting to meet her most important mortal enemy in this life.

The inexplicable light in her eyes flickered, like a raging fire, which made people look forward to igniting the spirit of war.

A white figure slowly emerged from the sacrificial tower, wearing a wide feathered robe with colorful streamers adorning the corners of his robe.

He wore a sacrificial bronze mask on his face, with only a pair of eyes peeking out from behind the bronze mask.

Those eyes have no waves, no sorrow or joy, as if they have seen through everything, and it seems that everything in the world is not in his eyes.

Yan Hui couldn't see anything on his face, so he could only look elsewhere, and like her, the legendary high priest was barefoot.

It's just that the beauty of the feet is like a perfect work of art carved under Michelangelo's knife.

Kuzhi knelt down on one knee at the high priest in front of him, and Yan Hui also knelt down.

The high priest stood there and looked at the two kneeling without saying a word, and the princess on the side slowly stepped forward with two delicate cups.

Blood leached from the high priest's fingertips, and staggered into the two cups that the princess was carrying.

A good aroma came from the top of his head, Yan Hui hung his head and didn't know what was happening, but the smell was even more mellow than the princess beside him.

It's like a dusty old wine that has been sealed for many years, and once the altar is opened, the room is full of itching.

That's right, it's itching.

It's so long that people can't wait to pounce on it, let the sweetness explode on the tip of the tongue, and swallow it after tasting it repeatedly......

Yan Hui bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, didn't Yuan Zhi say that Wang Gu had been sealed by the golden needle?

Why is it that when I see this high priest now, I am like a hair/spring?

Yan Hui was trying to restrain himself, when he saw the hand with sweet blood stains pointing towards him, Yan Hui couldn't help licking the corners of his lips, but saw that the warm spot was in the center of his eyebrows.

The red blood, under Yan Hui's eyebrows, seemed to be a silent crown for Yan Hui.

Yan Hui didn't look up, she just meekly lowered her eyelids and looked at the toes of the high priest.

Why is it that a man who is perfect on his toes is shrinking in this sacrificial tower and has never entered the world?

Is it really as rumored that he is sick?

Yan Hui was thinking about it, when he saw Kuzhi touch her arm, and motioned for her to go and get the wine in the hand of the princess.

The delicate glass is round and cute, and the clear wine has a light pink color due to the addition of blood.

Yan Hui held the cup, and before he got close, he felt that he was gloomy.

It's just that......

It's wine, right, how much alcohol you drink......

Kuzhi drank the wine in the cup, and put it back respectfully with the cup, but Yan Hui on the other side held the wine glass and did not move.

This Yan Hui is so strange today, she has gone through a lot of hardships to come to this point, and when she is about to become the king, why does she still look a little hesitant.

Kuzhi touched Yan Hui, who was obviously out of state, with his arm, and said in a low voice: "Hurry up, you still have to prepare for the sacrificial dance." ”

Ritual dance?

Yes, as Kuzhi just said, the high priest will choose a person to dance with him, so the chosen person is me?

Yan Hui looked at the cup in his hand, how is this different from chasing ducks to the shelves? .

"Sacrifice to your lordship. Yan Hui knelt on the ground and looked at the person in front of him with the cup, "I heard that everyone who has been crowned king by you can ask you to help her fulfill a wish, I wonder if you can agree to my request now?"

Before I was completely deprived of my mind by the alcohol.

The high priest looked at Yan Hui in front of him, even if he was asking, the person in front of him did not feel the slightest sense of humility, his eyes were as cold as the moon, and he looked at Yan Hui and nodded.

"Fucheng longs for the high priest of the bright moon, and I implore the high priest to let Fucheng enter the sacrificial tower to accompany you for three days, as a slave and a maid, which means as you wish. ”

Yan Hui said and drank the wine glass!