- Festival Night? Festival night? Fainted?

The feeling of being slapped on his face came from the night, and he subconsciously reached out and touched his cheek. The only thing that can be touched is the warmth of the face.

Xiao Qiong'er entered the temple of suppression?

Still touching his face with your hands?

On the side of the temple, Hua Yuqiong frowned slightly, and when she saw that the night of the sacrifice in front of her still did not react, she couldn't help but murmur: "Could it be that I didn't work hard enough?" ”

Thinking about it, she gritted her teeth and looked at the night of the festival, and made a great decision in her heart.

The night of the festival rubbed his face with his fingertips, and his heart was slightly confused.

Could it be that the Lord was bitten by a mosquito?

Suddenly, Matsuya snorted, reached out and covered his left cheek, and froze in disbelief.

At the same time, the hearts of several people present were all heartbeat, and their eyes fell on the body of the sacrifice night. To be exact, it was the half of his face that he was covering.

- Shhh

- It's strange that I've used so much force, why hasn't he woken up yet? Or is the strength too small?

The night of the sacrifice has always been coming, and the phoenix eyes that are not chaotic are a little more caught off guard at this moment.

- Smack!!

Hearing this, Saiya reached out and covered the right half of his face, frowning a little painfully.

Xiao Qiong'er, but she was really spoiled by him. It seems that he has to deal with the matter here as soon as possible, and he will be taught a lesson in the past.

- Haven't woken up yet? It's over, it's over, it's not going to hang, right?

The slender hand of the night was rubbing his cheek lightly, and he suddenly found the sight of several people beside him, and the movements of his hands were stunned.

"What's the matter?"

The four people who are waiting for the upcoming punishment and the death who is about to carry out the punishment: "!! ”

Why does the Holy Venerable look like he has been slapped twice?!

"Gollum."

Swallowing his saliva, those big eyes looked at Saiya's face in horror, and his tongue kept stumbling.

"Holy ...... Your ...... Your face is swollen and your mouth is ...... The corners of the mouth are still ...... Bleeding ......"

Sai Ye wiped his thumb from the corner of his mouth, looking at the blood red on his fingertips, and his eyes were gloomy.

The little guy is really ruthless.

The mourner on the side had already very quickly taken the ice cube that the demon shadow had just instructed to fetch, and used a pack of spirit animal skin to gently reduce the swelling of the face of the sacrifice night.

- I'd better go find Lianyu, right? The dignified Saint Venerable died in such a humiliation, he should know the reason.

He's dead?

Sai Ye's face darkened, and he snatched the ice cube wrapped in animal skin in his hand, got up and walked towards the inner hall.

Just when a few people at the bottom of the steps were wondering whether they needed to go to Xing Prison to receive the punishment, the footsteps of the night sacrifice paused slightly.

"Xing Prison ......"

The little hearts of several people suddenly raised their throats.

"You don't have to go. The court for nearly five days was also exempted, and I thought about it behind closed doors in the house. ”

After speaking, the footsteps of the night festival became farther and farther away.

Several people breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had escaped.

Yan also breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the place where the night of the sacrifice left, and suddenly thought of the young man in white, and his heart seemed to be white.

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"Alas, Lianyu hasn't been out of the customs yet, what can I do about this? The night of the festival will not really be hung up in such a blur. ”

Hua Yuqiong's mind was full of sorrow, and suddenly she thought of Tanxiaolou.

In addition to the sixth floor of the highest floor, which can accommodate people, the first to fifth floors have been opened, resulting in a huge library pavilion, which is full of some strange ancient books and various secret books that have not been circulated, and there may be something about the festival night inside.

Just do it, Hua Yuqiong flashed into the library in the Talking and Laughing Building.

In the library pavilion, there was a burst of osmanthus fragrance, vaguely mixed with the smell of jasmine.

Hua Yuqiong was stunned and looked up.