The priest looked at Feng Luo's eyes, revealing piety and willingness, which made her stunned for a moment, and she didn't react until Midnight called her.

"Now you can take Feng Luo to the silver house, he's already agreed"

With a wave of the priest's hand, Misi lifted the seal out, and he was like a puppet, unresponsive.

"The ceremony can begin, priest"

Midnight finished the last bite of fruit, threw the pit to the ground, and said to the priest half-leaning back in his chair.

"Change the King's Clothes"

As soon as the order was given, Misi on the left and right sides had already stepped forward, pulling Ling Ye's clothes, Ling Ye endured the discomfort, and still let them act, and finally they put a silver dress on Ling Ye, and used several silver rings to put on the seams of the clothes.

No wonder Qian Bo can't take off his clothes, this silver ring is thick and hard, ordinary people can't pull it open, use the silver ring to cover the cuffs, neck and stomach of the clothes, so that the whole clothes are attached to the body, and there will be no gaps at all.

"Next is the mask," Ling Ye asked.

"Yes" The priest waved his hand, and a silver mask appeared in front of Ling Ye, "Don't worry, we have left an aperture for the king to breathe, and it will not suffocate"

Ling Ye clenched his fists, and Misi immediately put the mask on his face, he only felt that his face was cold, and when he wanted to reach out and touch it, he was pulled by Misi on the side.

"Ahh With a shout, he only felt that the mask was constantly tightening, as if it was sucking every inch of his skin, and the pain of pins and needles stimulated the nerves on his skin, and at this time his hands were pulled by the threads on both sides, he was in extreme pain, but he could only bear it alive.

Every minute was hard, as if it had been a century, before the priest put the last silver ring on him, and by this time the mask and silver garment had become one with his body.

"The ceremony begins!" With the priest's order, the surrounding Misi immediately rushed forward and held Ling Ye's body.

Ling Ye saw a long tube sticking out of their mouths, which was their tongue, like a straw, pierced into the gap of the silver coat, and then cut through his skin and into the veins.

He could clearly feel the loss of blood little by little, and his body was getting colder and colder, and just as the feelings of fear welled up in his heart, his head went numb, and he looked up with difficulty, only to find that the priest was chanting a spell behind him.

As the spell flowed, his pain disappeared little by little, and the person became light, as if the soul had been detached from the body.

He suddenly understood that the spell could make him mentally sluggish and his nerves dull, so naturally there would be no more fear.

Misi in front of her greedily absorbed his blood, her belly grew a little bigger, and her body became much taller, just when Ling Ye felt that the blood was about to be sucked dry, she heard the priest's words "stop".

"Yes!" Mith Qi stopped sucking blood, pulled out his tongue, and countless blood flowed out of the small hole, and he was immediately fed the Nyco potion by the priest.

The entrance was very sour, but now he couldn't care about it so much, Ling Ye understood that if he didn't drink it, pus and blood would flow out of the wound, so he poured the potion with all his strength until the wound on his body no longer flowed blood.

"Yes, I'm very satisfied with your blood, it's pure and delicious, and there's a youthful aroma" The priest licked the blood stains on Ling Ye's clothes, "It's a rare tonic, if I wasn't old, I really want to drink it every day"

"I ...... OK...... Let's go."

Ling Ye asked angrily.

"Of course" The priest clapped his hands, and Misi moved Ling Ye to the chair, "You don't have to worry about anything else, we will take care of you well, according to your body, it is not a problem to hold on for 5 days"

"Then I have to thank you, you can save my life for 5 days," Ling Ye said angrily.

"You're welcome, my king, now all Mis will obey your commands"

"You'd better say it's true"

Mith carried Ling Ye out of the silver house and into the silver house, where Ling Ye ordered them to stand down, and just then relaxed on the ground.

"Hey, Ling Ye, Ling Ye, your sacrifice is too great, you can't ask a leader to be in charge this time, you can't say it."

There was a knock on the door, and Ling Ye opened the door, only to see a tall figure also dressed in silver standing in front of the door.

"Are you feeling better?" Ling Ye asked.

"Well, Mith fed me Nako, and now the wounds are all healed"

"That's good"

"Ling Ye, I know that you are wise and have strong mobility, but you have to understand that if one more person sucks their blood, their team will continue to multiply and grow, unless we don't leave the camp for the rest of our lives, otherwise as their numbers get bigger and bigger, sooner or later they will kill all of us, you can't just care about your own temporary comfort, and ......"

Halfway through speaking, he stopped, and was speechless when he saw the bloodstains on Ling Ye's silver clothes.

"You ......" After a long time, he hung his head, "Does it hurt?" ”

"It hurts, it hurts, it's not 'comfortable' at all" Ling Ye specially clenched the word 'comfortable'.

“......”

"Not only am I uncomfortable, I don't think Qian Bo is feeling well, but he ...... now. I don't think it's going to be uncomfortable."

"How did he ......?"

"He's dead!" Ling Ye interrupted him loudly, "If he doesn't die, do you still call him a traitor and a coward?" ”

"I ......"

"He's just afraid of the criminal law and just wants not to make himself miserable, what's wrong? It's Misi who is really wrong, they have arrested you here and used the criminal law to force you to submit, which is the key to the matter."

The more Ling Ye thought about it, the more angry he became:

"But what about you, do you only know how to persuade me not to sacrifice, and have you thought of a way to escape a little?"

"Why do you think that sacrificing oneself is enjoyment, and that being trapped in prison is righteousness?"

"On what basis do you judge Qian Bo's actions? Has he harmed you? ”

For a long time, when Ling Ye was out of breath enough, Feng Luo bit his lower lip tightly, and his eyes were already full of tears:

"We want to run away too...... But the body was worn by iron rings, chained to the wall by the long iron chain, unable to move, we took all the medicine we brought, and the wound was still bleeding pus and festering, we really had no choice...... Hey, we also know that it's because we don't have any abilities, and I'm not strong enough, and we can't fight until we get caught, and we also resent our incompetence, but Ling Ye ...... Even if we sacrifice, we can't let their numbers continue to increase! ”