"Lifespan!" It was the first time for Ao Tianxue to hear such an outrageous thing, how could this be possible. Looking at the Holy Son, he wondered: Isn't temple witchcraft used to save people? How can you use the life expectancy of others as a price, use the life of others, and treat people, this. . . It's so ironic.

The Holy Son smiled bitterly and said: If it weren't for that, how could temple witchcraft be so magical, it could dissolve any witchcraft, it could improve people's physique, and even repair the broken body, so that the disabled could be restored to its original state, in addition to the power of life, what other power had such power.

Ao Tianxue's face was pale, looking at her hands, her feet were unstable, oh. He took a few steps back and looked at the Holy Son with a pale face.

"In this way, the people you treated before were all treated at the cost of their lives."

The Holy Son smiled bitterly and nodded.

"The witchcraft I used before to heal so many people is also..."

The Son still nodded.

Ao Tianxue covered her mouth, and tears flowed out somehow.

I thought that the people who thought that the temple would save the world were doing good deeds in the world. The truth is that at the cost of sentient beings' lives, they are treated for all sentient beings.

"The one you healed. What will happen? ”

The Holy Son turned around and sat down, looked at Ao Tianxue, and let out a long breath. "People who are treated will lose some of their life to a greater or lesser extent, some for half a year, some for three or five years, or even. and even the price of losing more than ten years"

Ao Tianxue's heart tightened, as if she remembered something, she suddenly laughed, pointed at the Holy Son and roared: "What a temple, what a Holy Son, although you usually have a stubborn personality, you are not bad-hearted, today you really surprised me."

At this time, Ao Tianxue couldn't help but have a red figure in her heart, her hair was like silk, and she had a touching evil smile. In this way, his style of doing things seems much more open.

"You are doing this, deceiving the public, and this behavior is not as good as Xiao He. Although Xiao He is cunning and calculating, they are all conspiracy, but you are a conspiracy."

The Holy Son, who bowed his head and was silent, suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red, and he roared at Ao Tianxue: What do you know, do you think I feel good in my heart? I was still a child, and I had to face this from the day I became the Son, even if I knew the truth, I could not tell it, I could only watch those believers, who gave everything to me without knowing that they would reduce their lifespan, and believed in me. Do you think I'm going to feel good about that? No.. My conscience condemns me all the time.

"But you are still doing it, on the premise of hiding the truth from everyone, you are using witchcraft to save people" Ao Tianxue said coldly, questioning the Holy Son.

The Holy Son showed a very helpless expression, and somehow actually shed tears.

"That's right! I admit that I am deceiving those who truly believe in me, and even make them think that I am a god, so what, they are too bitter, they have been tormented by witchcraft for thousands of years, and the only one who can lift witchcraft is the temple, and the temple Son is here, and they still have some thoughts, and they know that there is a place that is a temple, where can I help them to remove witchcraft."

Hearing this, Aotian Xue's heart was greatly impacted.

Oh, yes! The Miao people are too bitter, and even their survival depends on faith, and the Holy Son knows that he is saving other people's lives, but he can't tell them the truth, just like a doctor who will not easily tell the truth to a patient with cancer.

The Son wet his clothes with tears, grabbed his hair with both hands, and made a hoarse sound.

"Sister Tianxue, do you know how painful I was after I got the truth when I first became the Holy Son? I always thought that the temple was the only place with light for the Miao people, but when I was chosen to become the embodiment of the gods and shoulder the name of the Holy Son, I learned that I would have to use all the Miao people's lifespans as a price in the future, and play the role of a benefactor, a high god stick, do you know how painful I was at that time. I was lonely, I was helpless, lonely! But no one can confide in the latest chapter of "The Empress's 300-year-old Claw Book House" to read for free for the first time.