Trample! Trample! Trample!

With a small footstep, he slowly came to the room where Yingzi and Concubine Yan lived, and held a scepter in his hand.

The power in his body was mobilized bit by bit, aiming at the portal in front of him.

Concubine Yan's cultivation is so high, and it is still above the high priest himself, and to this day, thinking of Concubine Yan's superb yin and yang attainments, the high priest still has lingering palpitations: as for Ying Zihe, although the high priest has never witnessed him make a move, it is certain that even if his cultivation is not as good as that of Concubine Yan, I am afraid that it is not much different.

Even though these two have just experienced some pleasure and have fallen into a deep sleep, the instinct of the master is still there, and once the slightest murderous aura and internal force are leaked, they will definitely wake them up.

The powerful power in the body was condensed on the scepter in his hand bit by bit, and the spell inherited from the Nine Heavens Xuannu was brewing, and he was ready to make a move.

After a few breaths, the tip of the scepter in the high priest's hand, above a brilliant blue gem, shimmered brilliantly.

Completely illuminates this dimly lit corridor!

The fatal blow is about to be struck, and it is about to destroy Yingzi and Concubine Yan, along with the room they are in.

It's a pity that the high priest will never be able to hit this blow.

Syllable!

There was a sudden crisp sound in my ears, and a sharp thing was placed on the delicate neck, and a soft voice sounded.

"If you want to kill the master, you still lack a little heat."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain came from the high priest's back.

Two snow-white fingers slid and quickly hit the seven acupuncture points on the high priest's back. The power that was originally gathered quickly dissipated, the delicate body softened, and the whole person fainted.

"Hehehe." The light on the scepter slowly dissipated, illuminating the shadow that appeared behind the High Priest.

Flame Spirit Ji held the high priest in one hand and said with disdain: "Just because of you, you also want to kill the master, it's just a pipe dream." ”

"That's right, if it was so easy to kill him, then I would have done it a long time ago." The Purple Girl walked out of the darkness and came to Flame Spirit Ji's side, smiling.

When Flame Spirit Ji heard the purple girl say this, there was a hint of sharpness in her bright eyes, and she said in a deep voice: "Sure enough, my guess is not wrong at all, you have already rebelled." ”

The purple girl smiled slightly and said, "Don't show such loyalty to Yingzihe, Flame Lingji, are you so loyal to Yingzihe?" ”

"Essentially, the relationship between us and Yingzihe is to use each other, he needs us, and Shengqi to be in charge of the sky, we need him to survive in this troubled world."

"Huh." Hearing the purple girl say this, Flame Spirit Ji laughed at herself, "What you said is not wrong at all, that's it. ”

As she spoke, the second daughter's willow waist flashed, and she disappeared into the darkness again. And the high priest, who was originally held in the arms of Flame Spirit Ji, was also quietly sent back to his room.

Not!

In Yingzihe's room, on a large bed, the naked boy suddenly let out a low moan, and his eyes slowly opened.

"What's wrong?" Concubine Yan, who was in close contact with Yingzi and He, opened a pair of beautiful eyes, half-opened and half-closed, and asked in a daze.

Yingzihe smiled lightly and said, "It's okay, it's just a little mouse here, and it has been solved." ”

"Then go back to sleep!" Concubine Yan's slender lotus arms pressed down, pressed Yingzi and lay on the soft and comfortable bed.

After a while, a low breath sounded.

Everything, calm again!

………………

The next day, it was dark.

Stir-fried cactus, a plate of steamed buns, a small pot of soup, and the last few pickled vegetables are the breakfast of Yingzihe.

In the land of the Western Regions, you really can't eat too good wine and food.

"Get up, let's sit down and have something to eat!" When the high priest came to the dining hall on the second floor, Yingzi and Concubine Yan had already gotten up.

Seeing the high priest walk in, Yingzihe greeted him with a smile while eating a bun in his mouth.

The expression is indifferent, and there is no difference at all.

The high priest looked a little haggard, nodded silently, sat down in a seat below, picked up an empty bowl, filled a bowl of soup, and began to taste it.

"What's going on?" Seeing that the high priest who had always glared at himself and Yingzi and raised eyebrows in the past was so quiet today, Concubine Yan poked Yingzihe with her elbow and asked with a little puzzlement.

Yingzihe spread out his hands and said helplessly: "I don't know, I guess I didn't sleep last night!" ”

Syllable!

As he spoke, Yingzihe picked up a piece of pickled sour radish with the chopsticks in his hand, sent it to the high priest's bowl, and comforted, "Come, eat more." ”

The high priest raised the chopsticks in his hand and swallowed the radish in one gulp, and the sour and sour radish spread between his lips and teeth, enough to make people spit it out.

However, the high priest remained motionless, as if the taste in his mouth did not exist at all.

"Why don't you kill me?" The high priest ate breakfast a little blankly, and after eating a bun, he finally couldn't help it anymore and asked such a question.

The beautiful eyes were condensed, looking at Yingzihe without blinking, and in the depths of his eyes, there was only questioning, and there was no fear of death at all.

Yingzihe took a sip of light mushroom soup with a smile, and asked in surprise, "Why did I kill you?" ”

"Is there an inextricable enmity between you and me?"

"Isn't it?" The high priest was so angry that he gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth, "If it weren't for you, my Loulan would have lost everything?" Does the incarnation of the Tears of the Goddess disappear? ”

"Now that my Loulan has changed from a powerful country to a weak state that is struggling to survive, isn't it thanks to you?"

Yingzihe nodded with a nondescript face: "That's right, it's all my fault." But you have to understand that the reason why you Loulan Jingzhuang will lose so much is because you took the initiative to lead people to attack, and I was just defending myself. ”

Speaking of this, Yingzihe paused, still habitually angry and unpaid, and said with a smile: "At least, Loulan still exists, although it can only be attached to my Daqin in the future, but as long as it exists, there is hope." What's more, isn't that most important thing unborn? ”

"I didn't take out the Chiyou Sword and the Soldier Demon God, and my Daqin won't fight these two things again, wouldn't Loulan be much safer?"

"You?" The high priest was so angry that he couldn't find the slightest rebuttal. Yes, almost all of the strength has been lost, but the next generation will grow; Even if she didn't know what Yingzihe had experienced that night, she could see that he had lost interest in Chiyou Sword and the Soldier Demon God.

From now on, the seal of the goddess is much more stable.