"Dead woman, what's wrong with you?" Jun Lingyi picked her up and put her on the bed, but there was nothing wrong with probing her breath, could it be the stubborn illness left behind that time?

Looking at Feng Lingyu's painful appearance, his heart hurt even more, but he couldn't do anything at the moment, at this time, there was movement outside the hall, the fire was approaching, Jun Lingyi knew that someone was coming, so he said, "I will come to see you again!" ”

After speaking, he gently kissed Feng Lingyu's sideburns, and flew away from the back window.

"Holy Lord?" When Wei Yuchu and Xuesha hurriedly came when they heard the movement, Feng Lingyu was already sweating profusely: "Don't make a noise, you two stay outside the door, guard for the widow, and don't allow anyone to come in!" ”

Although they didn't know what was going on, the two of them still retreated, and when the blood brake came, they found the two palace maids who had fainted outside the hall, it was obvious that someone had stolen into the Xiwu Palace, who had asked the Holy Lord to hide it for him? At this moment, he could only swallow the doubts in his heart and guard the Holy Lord well.

Feng Lingyu knew very well that he was not trying to cover up anything for Jun Lingyi, but it was about the relationship between the two countries, if it was spread out, it would be harmful to the gods and witches, and now his injury is not an injury, and Wu Laoqi has no effective way, it is better to explore the treatment by himself, otherwise if he lets someone know, his situation will not be even more dangerous.

Right now, she has found a way to relieve pain, which is to use the hell fire to calcinate her seven meridians and eight veins, so that she can not only cultivate but also transfer pain, killing two birds with one stone.

Sleepless all night, Feng Lingyu didn't expect the pain to last so long this time, so she spent the whole night relieving the pain through cultivation.

The sky was bright, Wei Yuchu finished grooming Feng Lingyu, and the time for the dynasty was up.

Wearing a red gold phoenix robe, the dragon hairpin pulled his hair more and more like a phoenix spirit jade emperor.

Separated by a thin veil, the noise of the black-pressed court officials also fell silent instantly with the arrival of the Holy Lord of Gods and Witches, and the sound of kneeling and worshipping also sounded: "Ministers and others meet the Holy Lord, the Holy Lord will last for thousands of generations, and the gods and witches will survive forever!" ”

"Let's all get up-" Feng Lingyu glanced at Wu Ye, who was the leader, and said: "If there is something to start, there is nothing to retreat!" Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, Wu Ye knelt down first and said, "The minister has a book to play!" ”

"Speak—" "I implore the Holy Lord to recall the soul of the Divine Witch to succeed him as High Priest!" ”

"What?" The courtiers on the side instantly became confused: "Divination soul? Hasn't he been banished from the witch? How can an expelled person be a high priest? Feng Lingyu tapped the dragon chair, and the crisp voice made the discussion stop.

Wu Ye continued: "Back then, Bu Soul was one by one, I am afraid that there is a hidden secret, and the minister feels that Bu Soul was framed! ”

Feng Lingyu said: "Do you have a certificate?" ”

"This," Wu Ye was suddenly embarrassed: "Back to the Holy Lord, after many years, even if there is a certificate, I am afraid that it will be destroyed by someone with a heart, I am afraid that there is nowhere to be found!" ”

"Then how do you know that he was framed?" Feng Lingyu snorted coldly: "The high priest is so selfless for the sake of others, the widow is really very pleased, but after many years, you suddenly mentioned this matter again, isn't there even more hidden feelings?" ”

"The minister has no dissent, he is really thinking about my gods and witches, right now the Dragon Kingdom, Loulan is about to move, and the beasts are eyeing each other, the minister wants to gather capable people to serve the holy lord and serve the gods and witches!" Wu Ye's words were sonorous, and the other courtiers who spoke in a low voice also nodded one after another.