The stars in the sky snatched all the light of the bright Taiyin, and it seemed that they were just slightly larger stars in the sky.

The white-haired sacrificial style stood up from the soft couch, and the blue tail of the shark turned into a pair of white long legs, and the white long legs did not have anything, but were naked under the silver-white sacrificial robe.

Looming, with an indescribable charm, as soon as her delicate feet hit the ground, pieces of moonlight had already covered her feet one step ahead, not contaminated with a little dust,

The white hair on his head was not restrained in the slightest, and he was scattered behind him, unexpectedly harmonious,

A quarter of an hour was very fast, so fast that Qin Qingtong only felt that he hurriedly walked into that bizarre world, and before he could see it clearly, he was pushed out,

Qin Qingtong clenched his hands tightly, sweating profusely, with deep fear and doubt in his eyes,

"You're divining, and I'm an insider, so you let me witness it myself, no, maybe I should say that we're all insiders, and none of us can escape the predetermined fate, right?"

But no matter what he said, Qin Qingtong felt that something was wrong, he couldn't convince himself, and he couldn't suppress the shock in his heart and his deep fear for the future.

The white-haired priest's face was tinged with sadness, and with a wave of his hand, all traces disappeared cleanly, still the same as when they came,

"There is nothing in this world that is a given fate, and what you see does not mean that it is immutable, most of the creatures on this continent are born and die according to nature, and do not pursue fate other than fate,"

Qin Qingtong frowned and didn't speak, but obviously didn't think so, but it was not polite to interrupt others, so she just listened quietly, she had a mature soul, had her own judgment, and would not say what others said.

The high priest didn't mind Qin Qingtong's attitude and thoughts, and with a light wave of his hand, there was another picture on the astrological platform,

The green mountains are still around, the eaves are pecked high, and a pair of people who hug each other and sleep on the gorgeous soft couch on the green jade-like condensation stone, like glue and lacquer indescribable beautiful and quiet,

Qin Qingtong's fists clenched tighter, and he looked at the white-haired sacrifice vigilantly, his eyes were no longer afraid and doubtful, but thick vigilance,

The white-haired sacrificial hand waved, and there was another scene on the astrological platform, among the falling flowers one after another, a beautiful woman with paranoia and pain in her eyes, persistently and fixedly, staring in a certain direction, and the emerald green branches wrapped around her waist began to blacken inch by inch unconsciously,

But even the black branches had burned the white skin around her waist red, and the beautiful woman didn't seem to notice it, but the blue flowers on her pointed ears withered one by one, and there was a little bit of loneliness and inappropriateness in the red glow of her eyes.

Qin Qingtong has not really seen the person in the picture, but she clearly knows who she is, and she should sympathize with her and spurn another person in terms of morality that she knew before.

But people are selfish, and their hearts are even more partial, no matter how miserable the woman is, how infatuated she is, she will only look on coldly, and even step on a few feet when necessary.

Therefore, Qin Qingtong didn't speak, but just looked at it without sadness or joy, as if what the white-haired sacrifice did and what it conjured up had nothing to do with her.

The white-haired sacrifice of such an ice and snow beauty, even if it is a laugh, such a beautiful word, it is also with the cold and overwhelming tyranny of the ice and snow, and the low laughter in his throat, Qin Qingtong just wants to put on a thick robe,

"Neither of your parents is willing to surrender to the spirit of fate, beyond these thousands of miles of waves, there is a wider and bigger world, where every living creature is struggling to break free from the shackles of fate and explore a longer and farther avenue,

But here, most of the creatures will only be willing to surrender to the so-called nature, Celestial Princess, you said that the elf should be able to kill your favorite father? ”

The white-haired sacrifice's beautiful face was mocking, but the last words of the white-haired sacrifice made Qin Qingtong feel chills, she didn't know what her father's original cultivation was, but now it should be one in ten, a body injury, how can it be compared with others,

"High Priest, what do you mean? When I came here today, I shouldn't be saying something specious or to sow discord, I'm still young, I don't understand these twists and turns, just say it. ”

Qin Qingtong's clear spring-like voice also carried a bit of ice and snow at this time, and the vigilance in his eyes was deeper, and there was even a faint hint of imperceptible disgust.

"Uh-huh, plausible, sure enough, it should be, right? Provoking, maybe yes or not, who can say clearly, the fate of the merman clan will not be borne by you, but you can't escape their fate, you have to pay after all, you have no choice and can't refuse. ”

Qin Qingtong didn't know who the white-haired priest was talking about, and she didn't want to know, just like she would always think that the high priest was a white-haired sacrifice, so she was destined to be powerless in other people's thoughts and opinions, but in the same way, no one could change her cognition and firmness.

Even if Qin Qingtong didn't say a word, the white-haired priest didn't care either, as soon as his purple eyes closed and opened, the streamer flashed, and the two returned to the original palace.

"Let's go, since you're here, naturally you want to worship your ancestors." The look on the white-haired sacrificial face was a little solemn, and even the amorous style in the corners of his eyes disappeared cleanly, only pure solemnity,

Through the layers of palace gates, the depths of the palace is a solemn hall, there is not even a piece of silk on the main hall, only cold and hard requiem stone and soul nourishing wood, as well as statues that cannot see the material and a hazy mysterious portrait,

The white-haired priest gently imprinted his hands on an inconspicuous step in front of the main hall, and lotus flowers rose up on the steps.

A gate separates the two worlds, on one side of the gate is the mysterious underwater world, and on the other side of the gate is the solemn and deep Yin Yin cemetery.

Qin Qingtong touched his Shanghai-blue shirt, took a deep look at the white-haired sacrifice, and gently supported the red luan and white wing crown on his head.

walked towards the gate with a resolute face, as if it was not Sensen's cemetery in front of her, but the goal she had been fascinated for a long time.

The white-haired priest just watched Qin Qingtong slowly approach the place where she shouldn't have gone step by step, without any other expression on her face except for indifference.

When Qin Qingtong completely stepped into the gate, with a wave of her hand, the gate that didn't seem to exist was slowly closed, and it wasn't until the gate was completely closed that she stepped on the sea water and left.