Master

Master's stern face suddenly appeared in her mind, Master definitely didn't want to see him pointing at her like a needle pricking her heart, she suddenly sobered up, she couldn't let this demon succeed, she was so anxious that she remembered that Grandpa Wen had taught her how to create things in the air

"Whew" with the palm of the hand to create a thing

She squinted at it, ah, ah, it was actually a small soup spoon, looking at the soup spoon and comparing his head, it was really impossible to start, and she tried to recall the spell that should be recited, and "whew" out, and a firefly looked at her pitifully, and actually flew away with "flutter", and then a slowly withered flower

"Ah, grandpa, I want a dagger," she jerked him away, gasping and shouting, she was going to suffocate in his tender kiss

There was silence

"Yes...... "He opened and closed his right hand, and a dagger flashed in an instant

She didn't say a word, snatched it and put it on her chest and gestured a few times

"Don't come here," she tried to move back

He watched her curiously, his eyebrows furrowed, and he still approached without giving up

"There has never been a woman...... Uh-huh......" he looked her up and down, and continued, "girls would want to kill themselves in my bed."

"Did I ever say I was going to kill myself," she argued

"Well, you think you can ...... Kill me"

He leaned over and stopped above her, smiling wickedly, his eyes still revealing that mysterious temptation, the most angry was that the long black hair naturally hung down, a few strands of hair touched her face, slightly itchy but could not scratch, and the half-exposed chest under the black nightgown was clearly lined, which was really tempting

In this case, she thought she would kill herself

The dagger stabbed into her heart, and the moment she felt like she was going to die

If she disappears like this, the master will find her, or she will end up uncared for, just like countless handmaidens who died quietly and finally buried their bodies in the belly of the beast, thinking of this bleak ending, tears can't help but drip down

She thought of Master

So far, the master has only accepted her as an apprentice, and only passed on a dream trick, and she can only silently inquire about the master's whereabouts, sometimes she will think that maybe the master is deliberately trying to accept a weak apprentice, and after he disappears, he must not make big waves, but she just can't give up or is unwilling to give up looking for the master, so she came to this demon city with the mentality of victory or death

She suddenly felt a kind of arrogance that looked at death as if she were at home, holding on to the remnants, and a smug smile flickered at the corner of her mouth

He actually looked leisurely, as if admiring his prey, and then said lightly: "Do you want me to save you or not" and then shook his head slightly and said to himself: "You have done everything possible to count the night dream of this king, and it is very tempting, how can this not be what you desire?"

She was speechless

In the dream, Fenghua shyly took a finger, Fenghua stopped in the dream, refused to wake up, kissed, but the sorrow between his eyebrows inadvertently slipped down, and the beautiful belly pocket of the mandarin duck was the emotional wound left by Qing Weijun

The thin fingers fell to the corners of her eyes, slid down the tear stains to the lips, and stroked back and forth between the fingers, and the warmth spread throughout her body, and the wonderful comfort made her forget that there was a dagger stuck in her chest

"It's a mortal after all," he said, his palm swaying across his chest, and the dagger and blood stains disappeared instantly

Distraction

She almost fainted, and the sad expression of dying was ridiculous in his eyes, but when the knife pierced it, it was heart-wrenching, and how could she tell the truth from the false

He leaned down and whispered to his earlobe, "I don't want your soul tonight," while smoothing out the long hair scattered in her ears, and her fingertips were fragrant, and she fell asleep......

When she woke up, she was already in the mahogany bed, and her eyes were covered with a blue tent, like the light of a morning dream, and she tried to retrieve some residual memories: the last dream, he suddenly woke up, and then there was a contest of blood and tears, pain and love

She couldn't help but reach out and touch her neck, the sword wound was nothing, she was dreaming, she pinched her arm so hard that she jumped up in pain, and the dress of the original vigil maid had been changed, and she was dressed in a white gauze at this time, plain and elegant, without any decorative patterns

"Lady Lingji, you're awake," suddenly heard a soft call, and a girl in green with a delicate face floated down in front of the bed

"You just called me," she said, in a somewhat intimidating voice

"They sent me to take care of a lady named Linglan, and there is anyone else here besides you," the woman asked rhetorically

Linglan

That's not how they tried everything to make Wang Xin move the woman became herself, what happened after she fell asleep that night, and where was here, she fell into a puzzle and couldn't figure it out

"Ryoji Girl" The woman woke up her who had lost her mind

"Are you?" she asked, blankly

"The slave is still the slave"

"Still you...... Well, do you know her, I mean Linglan," she said, pointing tentatively to her face

"The slave maid has never seen the priestess, and when she first arrived in the priest's hall, she was given this honor and was given the position of the priest's maid."

She jumped out of bed and walked quickly to the window, looking into the distance, wanting to know where she was, only to see the mountains full of trees, new emerald green, a little spring, no palace walls, only mahogany pavilions, alone in the mountains and forests, she was at a loss, did the employer betray her, no one knew Linglan, how could it be so easy to replace the living people

Soon she realized that she was cut off

This courtyard was alone in the mountains, she could not travel too far in the distance, there was a kind of power hanging in the air, like an invisible wall, which could not be broken under any circumstances, and her little spells had long since failed, only one was a gap, and a dozen great sweats guarded it, and every day there were maidservants who delivered food and water on time

is still the only person she speaks to

"Do you know who the priest is," she finally meditated on that day, and after countless attempts, she finally realized that there was no escape from this place

"The priestesses are the saints of the nameless city given by the gods, born for the sacrifice of the gods, and it is said that they were elected to the palace at the age of three......"

"The priest can have a roster record," she hurriedly interrupted, still since the priest has such a noble status, it is impossible to change Linglan at will, and someone else should know

"Of course, there is a priest, but not just any woman is qualified to take on it," said the still childish face with great pride

It turns out that this city maintains an ancient ritual ceremony: the priest's hall will select a mortal woman born in the yin period every year to worship the god of heaven with a pure body, bless the city without disaster, and meet the requirements of the mortal woman at the age of three or four to be taken to the palace to raise the priest is the final sacrifice through guò layer by layer, and this mortal world believes in the gods is not a strange thing

It is said that the ancient gods once gave the priest a mirror in the temple

Every year, three months before the ceremony, the priests will pass through the mirror, and a priest's vest will appear in the priest's vest, and the selected girls will be taken out of the palace and sent to the priest's hall to no longer see outsiders until the end of the ceremony

She never remembered that she walked past the Si Nu Mirror, let alone what kind of graphics would be on her back, and she was not born in the Yin Dynasty, even if she wanted to find a replacement for the dead ghost, she should find someone who met the requirements, so irresponsible, not afraid that the gods would really be angry and split the city

"Where is the priest behind me," she said angrily, "you can see for yourself," she pulled over, still insisting that she see her back clearly, this feeling of being wronged and unclear was really uncomfortable

Who knew that he still laughed out loud and said slowly: "This is the decree of God, it is said that only the king and the three major lords can see how we ordinary people have that ability."

Her teeth creaked, no matter who betrayed her, she must understand these rules, and she was an outsider, she secretly said fiercely: When the sacrifice is over, I won't pull you out and sacrifice me

"Do you know how the festival goes," she suddenly wondered

"How can a slave have that rank to see, only those who are invited have the opportunity to witness the ceremony, but it is said that the ceremony is recorded"

"But if I can get a booklet, I'd like to see it," she was anxious to know what kind of grand ceremony this was, and she couldn't help but think about it

"I'll try," he said with a wink of big, still childish eyes

A few days later, I still really got a booklet and said proudly: "I can only get the next book, and my sister will tell me that I am illiterate."

She opened the book curiously, and read it carefully, because there was only the second volume, it could only be seen from the second half of the sacrifice, it was nothing more than a group of people in power gathered together, chanting incantations, and doing enough of the scene that should be done, and then there was really a catastrophe, and it was no wonder that they could only complain about the sky

She didn't want it to be a sacrifice, and after the ceremony, she didn't want to have anything to do with them anymore, and looking for the master was the first priority

But when she saw the last paragraph, she almost fainted as if she had been hit hard:

The pure body of the priest will be burned with the fire of heaven......

It is a sacrifice for the living and the dead

It turned out that they dropped the bag without any worries, just because the dead man could not speak, but that night she was obviously with the king, and they were so taboo about this king, how could they change her

Linglan entered the palace at the age of three, how could the king of the palace not know her, and then thought about it, there are thousands of women, and how many can keep him in his heart or win his eye

Suddenly, the bell rang softly in the house, it was someone who passed the word, and I saw that I was still running out in a hurry, and I quickly returned to the house, looking nervous: "The booklet can't be left here, it has been discovered, you have to take it away quickly, and my sister will tell the slave and maid the wonderful festival again."

Looking at the departure of the little girl who still spoke with a messenger, her world was quiet again, thinking back to the four dreams she had given their king, she was afraid that she was the only one who could read the loneliness in the depths of his memory, and what she wanted to create for him was nothing more than the warmth that ordinary people should have

But why did he suddenly wake up that night, could it be that they deliberately woke him up

If she were really Linglan, he would change this ancient ritual for her

It's an obsession, she laughed to herself, and finally understood what they wanted