The wind of the temple is dyed red.

The maiden knelt in the temple and bowed her head again.

The blood was left along her seven orifices, and she ignored the surprised shouts of others, and bowed to Chen Yuan again.

"High Priest of the Huyi Continent, here are three wishes.

One wish, the spring day is cold, and the Luan River is frozen.

The second wish is that the people of the capital will not die.

Three wishes, the bloodline continues, the Ye family has a descendant, and the royal family has a successor. ”

Red dyed the girl's pale clothes, and when viewed from a distance, she seemed to be wearing a phoenix crown, so gorgeous.

As soon as the words fell, the light of the entire temple exploded, and where the white light spread, the body of the prayer person was rapidly disintegrating.

In that quiet and indifferent eyes, two figures were slowly reflected.

"The first wish is established. Second, I couldn't tell what was good and what was evil, so I left it to the one beside me. One said.

The Xiuyi Continent is all called out as gods, but the two people who appear are not as detached as the priests.

The person who spoke had a cold expression, and behind her was a girl who was scattered.

The girl's expression was gentle and smart, and her whole person contained the most vivid seven emotions and six desires.

"As for this third vow, I'm sorry, but you don't have enough to ask for my help. ”

The kneeling figure vanished with the final assertion, and along with the disappearance, the two others appeared.

The girl who was still sitting in the temple slowly reached out and touched the blood all over the ground.

She didn't know what was running down her face, and she didn't want to speculate.

The pitch-black scythe made a brilliant stroke in the sky, and the southwest sunlight disappeared in an instant.

For a moment, it was cold.

"Those who have never had blood on their hands in the capital, if they are not dead, they will live. The gentle-looking girl walked in the middle of the city.

Yuan Ning passed by her.

He turned his head in amazement to see the figure that was not strange at first glance, but it was extremely nostalgic.

In the capital, there are people who do not belong to the Xiuyi Continent.

He glanced at the towering temple and plunged inside.

The guards behind him did not hesitate, and followed without saying a word.

Their masters are not afraid of the gods, and what fear should they have?

When Yuan Ning walked into the hall, he was really startled by the shocking scene in front of him.

The whole place was red, and even the pillars of the temple were splashed with blood.

A girl sat naked in the temple, her clothes torn by the aftermath of the high priest's summoning of the gods.

She looked sluggish, her hands were covered with blood, and tears were constantly flowing from her eyes.

Yuan Ning frowned slightly, took off the cloak on her body, and covered her body.

"Who is your Excellency?" he asked, looking at the girl.

The girl was completely unaware that she was kneeling naked in front of the man, and looked up in a demented manner.

Yuan Ning looked at her, and she was also looking at Yuan Ning.

"Jinghua Ye, Ye Qinmei. ”

In the pouring rain that day, a girl lifted her veil to see the man who was all the while.

"Jinghua Ye, Ye Qinlan. ”

"Jinghua Ye, Ye Qinmei. ”

"It turned out to be His Excellency the High Priest. Yuan Ning smiled slightly, his eyes stayed on the blood under his feet, "I don't know, who is the one who died"

"Sister She, Ye Qinlan. The girl turned her gloomy eyes and said in a daze.

When Ye Qinzhu kicked open the courtyard door, what he saw was Xiao Qi who was pierced by a spear.

Several spears pierced him, stabbing him like a hedgehog.

"Mr. Xiao. Ye Qinzhu exclaimed, she rushed up, helplessly trying to help him pull out the spear on his body.

But no matter how to pull Xiao Qi's whole body, there were many injuries on his arms and legs, and there were three blood holes in his stomach, Ye Qinzhu didn't know what to do.

Xiao Qi was originally hanging his head, and when he heard the call, he struggled to open his eyes.

"Ye" He didn't call her Miss Qin again, because there was no need now.

His voice was so soft that Ye Qinzhu could only hear what he was saying if he approached him.

"Ying'er, save it inside"

There was a man's laughter in the room, and Ye Qinzhu's body suddenly stiffened.

Spirit Master, will not be infected by the plague.

Therefore, even if Ying'er is sick, they can do anything wrong.

She stretched out her hand to Xiao Qi and withdrew her hand again.

"Sir, I'll go find Ying'er first, and you hold on a little longer. ”

Ye Qinzhu didn't know what she was talking about, she clenched the long sword in her hand and rushed into the door.

In front of my eyes, it was a girl who was not attached to her body, as well as several strong men.

Ye Qinzhu remembered that Ying'er was twelve years old.

Ying'er's face was full of tears and snot, her body was blue and purple, and there were several indescribable red marks.

She couldn't cry anymore, and when she saw Ye Qinzhu, she didn't react.

Even the pupils have been dilated.

That's right, how can a girl who has picked up a life from the ghost gate can withstand the ravages of several men

Ying'er is dead, long dead.

She was tortured to death even before Xiao Qi died of blood loss.

Soon, very cruel.

"Yo, again"

The man who was still operating on Ying'er turned his head lazily, opened his stinky mouth and was about to speak.

He only had time to see the cold light pass by before he saw his body collapse with a bang.

And his head, straight out.

Ye Qinzhu gritted his teeth, and looked at the group of people who were shocked and took up their weapons with red eyes.

"It doesn't matter, you can't run away anyway. The seven-star spirit master who had taken three Nirvana pills said.

The sword light was like the snow in March, drawing one colorful painting after another in the air.

Ye Qinzhu's eyes were red, she was like crazy, she only knew how to do simple slashing movements.

She wants to kill people, and she wants to break these people into pieces.

The person standing on the outermost side saw that the situation was not good, and immediately turned around and wanted to run, but Ye Qinzhu took a step forward and stabbed him in the throat with a sword.

When the last person threw herself by the door, she herself fell out of the door with inertia.

She climbed a few steps on the ground, stood up, and stumbled towards Xiao Qi.

"Sir" The girl's voice trembled, and Ye Qinzhu knelt on the ground, his hands stiff in the air.

It's not to lift, it's not to put it.

"Sir, I'm late, the warbler is gone. She said.

She still remembers that on the day she saw Que'er, Que'er wanted to sell Jiuhui to her in exchange for money to treat Ying'er.

I saved Ying'er at that time, but this time, I couldn't save her.

Xiao Qi leaned against the wall, heard Ye Qinzhu's voice, and reluctantly raised his head.

"It's okay, it's not your fault. He tried to speak, but his voice was so weak that Ye Qinzhu could hardly hear it.

"If you really want to blame, the culprit is this God. ”

Ye Qinzhu wiped his face hard, forcing his vision to be clear.

She tore off her shirt and wanted to help Xiao Qi bandage.

But how to wrap her over and over again asked herself.

So many injuries, so many fatal injuries, how to wrap up

"The eldest son of the Ye family is fine. Xiao Qi said this with difficulty, and couldn't help but close his eyes, trying to accumulate some more strength.

Xiao Qi's fingertips moved, and Ye Qinzhu hurriedly held his hand. It seemed that in this way, she would be able to make Xiao Qi hold on a little longer.

She heard Xiao Qi whispering something, so she listened carefully.

The voice seemed to have a sudden neutral qi, and it was much clearer in Ye Qinzhu's ears.

"How can it be said that there is no clothes and the son is the same robe, Wang Yu Xingshi, and I repair my spear and have the same hatred as the son

How can it be said that there is no clothes and the son is the same as the king of Yu Xingshi, and I repair my spear and halberd to work with the son

Shall he say that he has no clothes and is clothed with his son?"

"Sir," Ye Qinzhu asked.

Xiao Qi slowly closed his eyes, not having the strength to answer again.