"Do you know why the teacher didn't pursue it?" Wu Qiye looked at Wu Ye lightly and said: "It's Bu Soul, your junior brother saved your life, he knew it from the time you designed him, but he still drilled into the trap in order to fulfill you, Bu Soul is indifferent by nature, but there is human affection in your bones, as a senior brother, instead of defending your junior brother, you harm him, Wu Ye, you are very disappointed in you!" ”

"Master, the disciple knows his mistake!" Wu Ye calmed down at the moment, knelt there, and sincerely confessed his mistake.

"However, you do have the position of High Priest!" Wu Qiye's tone changed and he said: "You have done your best for the Divine Witch Country for so many years, it is true that you are more suitable than Bu Soul, the reason why the teacher is only telling you these now is to let you know what kind of person your junior brother is, after all, you and he are my most outstanding disciples, and cannibalism is the last thing the teacher wants to see, Wu Ye, do you know what to do?" ”

"Yes-" Wu Ye said: "It's the disciple who is ashamed of the divination soul, and the disciple will definitely invite him back to the Divine Witch to make up for his previous sins!" ”

"That's it! Go back to the altar of sacrifice. Wu Qiye got up, hunched over, and walked into the inner hall.

Under the moon and clouds, Wu Ye's cold face was divided into two, black and white, he seemed to be unable to hide his anger under the black robe, out of the Hall of Glory, and fell into the darkness, unable to distinguish whether it was a human or a wandering spirit.

The cold wind blew, Feng Lingyu, who was in Xiwu Palace, woke up, under the effect of requiem incense, she rarely slept peacefully, rested for two hours, there was no trace of human smell on the empty hall, if she was still in the rivers and lakes at this time, was it another realm.

She hung her long hair and walked slowly on the hall, thinking about it step by step, ten years of experience in the rivers and lakes have created today's Feng Lingyu, and now she is no longer the terrifying hell rakshasa on the rivers and lakes - the ghost underworld, but the holy lord of the Divine Witch Country - Feng Lingyu.

I don't know why in recent days, she has felt more and more indifferent in her heart, as if she can't be enthusiastic about anything, as if she is slowly spinning silk, slowly forming cocoons, and finally one day she wraps herself up, loses her humanity, loses her seven emotions and six desires.

Feng Lingyu was taken aback by her own thoughts, but there has always been a voice in her heart that keeps hinting at herself, you have to break off love, you should break off love, cut off love is to cut off all the troubles in the world, and at that time, you will no longer have anyone's three thousand sorrows, and no one can stop you.

"No-" She shook her headache and tried her best to suppress the riot in her heart, and it started again, Feng Lingyu clutched her chest tightly, she had never felt the position of her heart so clearly as now, it was in her body, beating restlessly, tearing, and roaring.

The feeling of distress is so strong, why should I abandon love? She just had the idea of resisting in her head, and her damn heart tortured herself like a river and a sea, at this moment Feng Lingyu really wanted to cut open her heart with a sword, it was redundant, it didn't belong to her body.

"Ahh、、、、、、h