"You" Qing'er wanted to lose her temper, but she couldn't help it, she remembered what her father had said before, and she must unconditionally carry out the Holy Maiden's order, even if it is death, because she is the hope of the Spirit Race.

"Don't be wronged, it's Qing'er's fault, Qing'er shouldn't let you get hurt, it's all Qing'er's fault, please have a lot of Holy Maiden, don't worry so much about Qing'er, Qing'er won't be like this in the future." Qing'er was very unwilling to accept a softness, she didn't like the person in front of her at all, the person in front of her was beautiful, but no matter how beautiful she was, it was useless, her heart was too narrow.

Qing'er was still lively and cute just now, but now she seems to be like a snowman, cold from the inside out, standing next to her, you can feel a cold breath blowing in your face.

"Take Ben Holy Maiden out for a walk." Mu Ling is enjoying this identity very much at the moment, saintess, it seems that the status of this identity is very good, and she can enjoy glory and wealth in this life, I have to say that it feels very comfortable to be looked up to.

"Yes." Qing'er walked over cautiously, and was about to take Mu Ling's hand, but when she heard the movement, she turned around and saw that it was her father, her father had already come, and the people behind her father were very prestigious elders in the clan, these elders were not fuel-efficient lamps, and this saint didn't know if she could cope with it.

The priest saw the red handprint on his daughter's face, and had already figured out what was happening, he looked at Qing'er, shook his head, and signaled Qing'er not to care, and wait until there was no one, he would not be happy to be beaten and replaced by anyone, not to mention Qing'er, who has always been regarded as the pearl of his palm.

Qing'er nodded, indicating that she understood what her father meant, and her father told her not to make a big fuss and not to ruin the reputation of the saint.

Qing'er lowered her eyes, looking at her estranged father in front of her, her heart was sour, her eyes couldn't help but moisten, she turned her head and tilted her head slightly, holding back the tears in her eyes, and then turned back and helped Mu Ling up to her father's side.

After taking Qing'er in, the sacrifice must have made the injury on Qing'er's face clear, the hand marks on his face were red, and the sacrifice's heart couldn't help but hurt.

The words came to his mouth, but he was swallowed back by the sacrificial adult, he chose to ignore his daughter's face, to take care of the overall situation, not to lose the big because of the small, knowing the daughter is not the father.

She knows Qing'er's temperament, Qing'er can't lose her temper for no reason, and it is impossible to offend people easily, his daughter's temperament, he knows best, but he really can't do anything at the moment, he can only endure it.

Qing'er saw her father's look in her eyes, naturally knowing that her father was worried about her, and after walking over, she made a gesture, a gesture that only their father and daughter knew.

Don't worry, Qing'er is fine.

"Holy Maiden, these are the elders of the Spirit Clan, this is Elder Lin who controls the dense forest, this is the Dan Elder who controls the pill, this is the sacrifice, it is the dark sacrifice of the Heaven's will to arrange the array and fortune telling, and there are still a few people who have not come, and they can't get out at the moment." Qing'er glanced at the elders for a few moments, and then opened her mouth to Mu Ling to explain what the identity of the person who came, what he was responsible for, and what it had to do with her.

"These elders are the ones in charge of training you, and they are among the best in the outside world."

The priest looked at Mu Ling's expression in front of him as if he was calm, as if he was puzzled, and his gaze at her was a little more probing.