Si Yi's dance finally stopped, he sat down slowly cross-legged with trembling legs, his right hand holding the cane pointed to the sky and refused to let go, countless blood gushed out from between his five, stained his nails red, fell into a red coat, precipitated and fused, and finally disappeared without a trace. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

And the stars in the sky are twinkling, especially the Big Dipper is the brightest, Si Yi looked at the Big Dipper with a gloomy face, and said word by word in half a ring: "This game, you won." ”

After that, the right hand holding the cane was slowly pressed down by the invisible force, and finally fell to the ground, but the crack on it was deeper, and the stars in the night sky were correspondingly dimmed, but the Big Dipper was even brighter.

"High priest, what kind of crime should you commit if you used the holy woman's sacrificial robe and the serpent cane privately!"

The patriarch of the Spirit Clan walked down the dark staircase and slowly stepped out of the top of the tower step by step, his eyes looking straight at Si Yi who was sitting like a sculpture.

Seeing that Si Yi did not respond, the Spirit Clan patriarch frowned, paused hesitantly, and finally stepped on the altar, a cold wind blew suddenly, and the red robe and long white hair were windless at this moment.

"High Priest, when my father agreed to let you set up the position of High Priest before the birth of the Holy Maiden, it was to ensure the peace of the Spirit Clan, and also to be able to penetrate the heavens to break the curse as you said, but what have you done all these years! The small tribes of Qinghai-Tibet Province are already restless, if you take a large number of their boys and girls captive, you don't need to curse us to exterminate us, and when the small tribes unite to riot, our spirit clan will die! ”

The cold wind howled above the black tower, and the snowflakes suddenly broke through the invisible protective cover, and fell to the altar one after another, and fell on Si Yi's body.

The snow-white snow and blood-red clothes formed a strong color impact at this moment, coupled with the style of Si Yi's head, the world was dark at this moment, and the spirit clan patriarch was stunned in Si Yi's suddenly raised demon appearance, and only after a long time did he breathe a sigh of relief and continued: "High Priest, I have decided that after tonight, I will take back the dark line arranged in Qinghai-Tibet Mansion to arrest people, and the hundred-year curse is coming, and we can't take risks......"

The patriarch of the Spirit Clan said vigorously, only the howling cold wind answered him, and Si Yi's unfocused black pupils, the pupils became darker and darker, as if there was infinite suction, to suck everything in the world into it, the voice of the Spirit Clan elder finally stopped under Si Yi's gaze, and slowly indulged......

"So thirsty ......"

The cold voice revealed hunger and hoarseness that he had never felt before, Si Yi slowly raised his head, his unfocused eyes were like a whirling whirlpool, and a hand even whiter than snow slowly stretched out from his robe, handing it to the Spirit Clan patriarch in front of him.

The Spirit Clan Patriarch stared at Si Yi's eyes in a daze, and as the white hand stretched out to him, his gaze finally fell on the hand, and a yearning smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

One step, two steps, three steps......

The patriarch of the Spirit Clan walked slowly but firmly towards Si Yi, and finally knelt down in front of Si Yi, holding Si Yi's outstretched right hand with a reverent face.

Si Yi's misty eyes gradually gained a focus because of the proximity of the Spirit Patriarch, and he hooked the corners of his lips obliquely, and said softly: "It's so warm......"

The pair of pursed red lips, revealing a different kind of temptation, slowly approached the Spirit Clan Patriarch, and then, with infinite greed, bit the Spirit Clan Patriarch's neck, and blood splattered out, spilling on Si Yibai's almost transparent face.

I saw that his throat kept rolling, swallowing the blood containing infinite heat, and his eyes slowly became angry in the heat of blood, but the spirit patriarch finally came to his senses because of the severe pain in his neck.

"Great, sacrificial, sacrificial, how dare you do this!"

The people of the Spirit Clan claim to be the descendants of the gods, and since they were born, they have a stronger physique than ordinary people, as well as the muscles and bones that are naturally suitable for practicing martial arts, and the patriarch of the Spirit Clan is the leader in the Spirit Clan, even if he feels a large amount of blood spurting out of his neck, slowly draining his vitality, but the moment he wakes up, the patriarch of the Spirit Clan pushes a palm towards Si Yi, and with the power of this palm, he is out of Si Yi's control in an instant.

Losing the warm blood source, Si Yi raised his head angrily, the beautiful face of the demon Ye was stained with blood, under the moonlight, like the most beautiful asura, full of fatal temptation.

But the patriarch of the Spirit Clan had already been fooled once, and he subconsciously avoided Si Yi's eyes, and pressed his neck tightly with one hand, his face was gloomy as if he was about to burst into flames.

Si Yi bit the blood vessels on his neck, and the blood no longer gushed out all the time, feeling that the spirit clan patriarch who was getting weaker and weaker hesitated for a moment, and then simply turned around and left, he didn't take advantage of Si Yi's weakness to kill him today, is there still a chance in the future?

The patriarch of the Spirit Clan stared deeply at the black tower behind him, stepped on the snow without a trace, and soon came to a pure white wooden house, pushed open the wooden door and shouted weakly: "Yue Qian, save me ......"

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Si Yi sat on the altar in a daze, the falling snowflakes soon covered his body, the blood of the Spirit Patriarch only gave him a moment of warmth, and soon his body felt colder and colder, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be frozen.

Si Yi's pupils shrank slightly, and he couldn't help but think of the feng shui battle array thousands of miles away from people, he lost, lost completely, and lost the life he carefully protected, if it weren't for the arrival of the spirit clan patriarch, so that he could drink blood immediately to continue his life, I am afraid that what is here at this time is a cold and old corpse!

Thinking of this, Si Yi raised his hands in fear, only to see that the original white and tender hands gradually appeared fine lines, he screamed in fear, and hurriedly touched his cheeks, and his hands were no longer as fine as warm jade, but like his hands, fine lines began to appear.

"Ahh Holy! Cun! Yu! ”

The hysterical screams of Si Yi spread throughout the Black Tower at this moment, and the two teenagers who heard the screams hurried over, and saw Si Yi sitting helplessly screaming on the altar in the wind and snow.

At this moment, the high priest was no longer high, nor cold and elegant, he kept grinding his forehead and hands like a madman, hoping to wipe away the fine lines that appeared, and at this moment he was like a god who was knocked down from the sky to the mortal world, and finally lowered himself to the dust.

"Holy water, thirsty!"

Si Yi covered his mouth and screamed, his eyes lost focus again, and he instinctively stretched out his hand towards the heat source in front of him, calling out over and over again reverently and fervently, holy water......

(To be continued.) )