Luo Xien glared at Ling Luo viciously.

This dead woman who was killed out of thin air, the truth cut her with a thousand cuts!

But -- now is not the time.

The corners of Qin Xiaoya's lips hooked slightly, and he bowed down and said, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, I'm afraid this trip is not appropriate, there are thirteen clergy here." Let's send it to Tai Hospital for medical treatment. ”

Roshien's thin lips pursed, and he didn't say a word.

Today, he was disgraced, and whatever he said had no weight.

Even when Luo Ge was there, he had never slapped him in the face so hard, this Ling Luo, whether she was the real high priest or not, had to be eliminated!

"Since His Highness Sheehan didn't speak, he agreed." Ling Luo looked at Qin Xiaoya and said with a light smile, "Vice General Qin, this matter is up to you." ”

"Yes, High Priest." A hint of joy crossed Qin Xiaoya's eyes.

These are all the prince's people, as long as they are in his hands, tortured, bombed and interrogated, they can always ask for some useful information for His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince.

Qin Xiaoya ordered his subordinates to carry down the dozens of burned people, dispose of the corpses and bloodstains, and then walked to the door of the Bingyao Temple, facing the thousands of people of Dongchen who were looking forward to it, and announced loudly-

"The false high priest has been condemned, the real high priest has been born, please enter the temple, all the people worship, congratulations on the prosperous age!"

In the square outside the gate of the Ice Yao Hall, there was a shocking cheer. After a while, thousands of people poured in.

Ling Luo stood in front of the ice statue of the first high priest, looking at the admiring gaze of all the people, but his heart was beating a drum.

She stretched out her hand, gently poked Xuanyuan Yu behind her, and said, "Yu, what should I do next?" ”

Xuanyuan Yu chuckled lightly and said, "Luo'er can do whatever she wants." ”

No matter what she does, he is equally supportive.

Ling Luo took a deep breath, his gaze drifted to the pure white squatting on his shoulder, and his soul communicated, "Can you spit out the pupil of the blue feather?" ”

Chun Bai blinked his big crimson eyes and said, "Since the master wants it, then it is naturally possible." ”

If it were those fierce guys just now, who wanted to cut open his stomach and take out the beautiful beads, he would not compromise no matter what.

"Babbling-poof."

So, the big white hairball spit out the wet bead covered with saliva and handed it to Ling Luo as if flattering.

Ling Luo looked at the crimson inexplicable liquid sticking to the pupils of Cang Yu, and his little heart twitched fiercely.

"It's kind of disgusting." She spoke her most intuitive feelings.

Chun Bai was a little aggrieved, and a layer of water appeared in his crimson eyes, and he said, "Master, you dislike other people's ......"

Nonsense, so much slimy saliva, who don't dislike you ?!

Ling Luo squinted his eyes and glared at Chun Bai with contempt, then took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, wrapped the pupil of Cang Yu in it, and carefully wiped it for a while before putting it in the palm of his hand.

She pinched the pupils of the feathers, put them in front of her eyes, and looked at them carefully.

Why do you look left and right, it looks so similar to the fire bead that her mother left her before she died?

They are all the same red black, and even the ancient lines engraved on the surface are exactly the same.

Could it be that the pupils of the feather and the sealing fire bead are a pair?

Just when Ling Luo frowned and wondered, the thousands of subjects below had already prostrate on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.