The night was already deep, and the Phantom Moon Priest floated out of the Eyebrow Platform.▲∴

An old man was waiting for her outside.

The two floated side by side to the distance, and the old man whispered: "The female master has heard that the physical constitution of a celestial being is hard to come by. Let us pull Princess Luanmei into our sect no matter what, even if we pay more, we will do whatever we want."

The Phantom Moon Priest said: "Since it is the decision of the female master, we will do it accordingly."

The old man said: "About Jianli..."

Priest Fantasy Moon said coldly: "The child's heart is not pious. Unlike other alternative virgins, Jian Li did not really see the Holy Phoenix. The holy Phoenix blood in her body is just inherited by the mother-daughter blood relationship between me and her. This time, we have lost several alternative virgins in the capital. Although she is not pious, she is also a candidate virgin with the Holy Phoenix Blood. At the beginning, it was because of the Female Master, and she felt that she was quite talented, so I changed her blood by turning the fate method. Now it is time to use people, so I temporarily retain her life."

He was murderous: "Don't worry, if she makes a mistake again, even if she is my daughter, I will definitely solve her with my own hands."

The two of them were in the darkness...

***

Meiwu Taichung, about an hour later, the girl moaned in pain, curled up in the corner of the wall.

The candle fire on the copper platform had already been extinguished, and the deepest tranquility outside was sinking into the deepest tranquility.

The girl knew that she had disappointed her mother because she was never a real believer of the Holy Phoenix, and she had never had real piety in her heart.

Unlike other alternative virgins, although she also has the blood of the Holy Phoenix in her body, she cannot feel the sacredness and majesty of the Holy Phoenix... She clearly has such piety that she dedicated everything to the Holy Phoenix and to Zoroastrianism, why can't she do it?

She herself didn't understand...

If, according to the "sacred blood" method of other candidate virgins, she would probably be the kind of person who failed to seep the holy blood... just like Na Ning Xiaomeng.

However, in Zoroastrianism, there is never family affection. Everyone devotes their lives and goals to the Holy Phoenix. If she cannot become the alternate virgin of the Good Goddess, she will be sent away, she will never be able to see her mother again, and she will lose herself and her only relative in this world. So, when she was very young, she had already made a decision that she wanted to become the most perfect believer of the Holy Phoenix, and she would replace her mother and become the Good Goddess.

She still remembers that when she was just a child, she proudly told her mother about her goal, her mother was very happy at that time, and hugged her and circled in the forest of red plum blossoms.

She will never forget the warmth of her mother at that moment, that moment.

She will never forget the red flying all over the sky!

But now, she actually betrayed her mother, betrayed her mother's faith, and betrayed the sacred and noble sacred phoenix blood given to her by her mother!

Just for that person...

She knew that she should repent and repent for the mistakes she had made. She should forget that person from now on, clearly... from the beginning, she knew that it was impossible for her to be with him, and clearly knew that this would sooner or later harm him and herself. She had decided that she would never think about him again...

But... I can't do it... I don't know why I just can't do it...

In her heart and in her mind, she didn't know why his figure always appeared. She just wanted to read every poem he wrote over and over again. He was so hateful and arrogant that humiliated her and made her angry, but for some reason, she just couldn't forget him... she couldn't forget him!

The wind suddenly rushed into the house, like a rolling murderous aura, rolling in like a flood. Everything around her seemed to be frozen at this moment, the weather was frozen, and even the ground was filled with mysterious frost. Something broke into her room, and she could even sense that it was like a black vortex, surging in shocking murderous aura above her.

She raised her head, a black, huge hand became bigger and bigger in her eyes, like a vulnerable ant, pressing down the palm of the giant spirit.

Death and destruction are the meaning of its existence at this moment.

She clearly remembered that it was not the first time she saw such a hand, that night, on that crazy night, she had escaped under such a black but terrible palm, but her companions were not as lucky as that.

The black, weird, like the palm of the god of death cast through the sky, pressed against her forehead like Mount Tai, and could not resist, and then stopped for no reason... and stopped at a distance of only a line from her forehead.

She deeply believed that as long as it pressed a little more, her head would explode.

"Are you here to kill me?" She actually laughed. She smiled in tears, laughing miserably, smiling desperately, and at the same time, as if she was about to escape from the torture in the depths of purgatory, "You... kill me!"

The boy hidden behind the huge black palm, the cold and murderous eyes, seemed a little confused at this moment. The girl below, wearing the thinnest clothes, hugged her knees, curled helplessly in the dark corner. Although she raised her head, her face was covered with tears, and her sad eyes were filled with joy as if she had suddenly come because she knew she was about to die. Her blood-colored face was filled with sadness, and her fair skin was trembling.

The boy frowned tightly, and the mysterious light spread around him as the center. He saw that there were pages of paper with poems written on it scattered on the ground. Every sentence on these pages was so familiar to him.

——"The two flying wings of the phoenix without colorful body are connected with each other!"

——"As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, it will be better than countless people in the world!"

——"There should be no hatred, why should we be as good as we part?"

——"Man has joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is hard to complete in ancient times!"

These poems are scattered in front of the girl, like a spider web, trapping her weak and helpless at this moment, like a moth that cannot find flames in the darkness, in the coming liberation, the tears shed in the words of words, and in the heartache like a knife cut, the beauty of loneliness and helplessness is like a butterfly about to be made into a specimen, showing its last charm, smiling, nostalgic, but already... despair!

At this moment, the boy's murderous aura swept across the room, just like the palm of the Tathagata Buddha in the story, which could turn the girl over at any time and instantly crush her to pieces. However, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, and felt that he had probably made something wrong.

He looked at the girl's eyes full of misty and tears, the poems on the ground, and recalled these days, her strange behavior that always made him unable to understand, and even recalled that time, when she looked back at another "him" when she saw her eyes suddenly flashed.

At this moment, these clues were finally clearly combined. At this moment, he felt at a loss. After thinking about it, he felt that he should have killed her. This woman was even more troublesome than he thought in advance. But, is it really good to kill her like this?

Alas, it was really troublesome. Sure enough, at that time, my "hero saving beauty"... was actually a cocoon, right?

The black giant palm that had almost touched his forehead did not go further, but slowly retreated. The girl opened her eyes wide and saw the boy who appeared behind the black palm. This was a strange feeling. He was wearing black clothes and floating there, and the whole world seemed to be frozen by him.

The hole penetrated the bone marrow, and everything around was covered with frost murderous intent, slowly retreating. The boy looked at her condescendingly and said nothing.

Is he pitying me? The girl was a little angry. She was so humble that she even felt sorry for the death who came to take her life? Or was he trying to torture her, abuse her, and force her to tell more secrets related to Zoroastrianism?

However, this was obviously not the case. The boy just put his hands on his chest and floated in front of her, slowly saying, "Make a wish!"

Make a wish? The girl's eyes widened... He actually asked her to make a wish?

But after looking at it, the boy was no longer as cold as before. He floated there, and there seemed to be a radiant light around him. This kind of aura like a rising sun shone across the room. He was so majestic and so sacred.

Could it be that he is not just the black god of death who harvests life, but he can also bring blessings to people and make people realize their wishes? The girl felt a little unbelievable, but he did make her wishes. If he was not the little god who could help people realize their wishes, why would he let her make a wish?

"I want... happiness!" She looked at the little god, hesitated for a moment, and expressed her wish.

Yes, she never wanted to be a good goddess, she never wanted to get that so-called, eternal life, she just wanted... happiness, happiness that belongs to normal people.

She wants to be with her relatives, with the person she likes... for the rest of her life.

She looked at the little god who emitted mysterious spirit with nervous and excited eyes... Since he had asked her to make a wish, it would definitely be able to help her realize her wish, right? Otherwise, why would he ask her to make a wish to him?

In his eyes, the little god hugged his hands with his chest, solemn and sacred, like a high god looking down at the common people, looking at her: "Your requirements are too high... Work hard on your own!"

Then he flew out with a strong wind. With a snap, the opened door closed on its own, and he left like this, leaving behind a stunned girl behind him.

The girl sat in the corner of the wall, her eyes wide open and her mouth wide. Didn’t she agree to let me make a wish? Didn’t she agree to realize my wish? She suddenly burst out laughing. She covered her heart with her hands tightly. The pain that was like a knife cut just now was much better. She, she actually... was amused by him!!!

***

By the side of the Danshui River, everything is quiet, Ningjiang rolls over from the bed.

"Brother, have you killed her?" Xiao Meng, who was beside him, looked at him, "Did she cut off her head or let her head explode with a bang?"

The candle fire on the table emitted an orange halo. Ning Jiang rubbed his temples and said helplessly: "I didn't kill her!"

"Didn't kill her?" Xiao Meng tilted her head in confusion, "Then, brother, what are you doing?"

"I asked her to make a wish."

"Make a wish?" My sister's voice was a little confused, and she obviously didn't understand why the plot was developing in this direction.

"Yeah!" Ning Jiang said, "I'll let her make a wish, she said she wants happiness."

"I want it too!"

"If you want to be so stupid, you will follow her as stupid as she is? Do you really think I am a god?" The boy got out of bed in anger, stretched his waist, walked to the window, pushed open the window, and let the cool air in the night penetrate in.

Then he said with a self-deprecating voice: "But that girl... I'm afraid she will survive a disaster. She will definitely be blessed. How many times have you been there? You can kill her with just one hand, but you never get killed."

The sister knelt on his bed, turned her body, tilted her head, and looked at him in confusion.

Regarding Chun Jianli, Ning Jiang began to realize that maybe he had really made something wrong. That girl was probably a little different from other Zoroastrians.

After stretching his muscles and bones by the window, he closed the window again, returned to the bed, and lay there comfortably.

"Brother, are you going again?" Xiao Meng asked.

"Well... see if the others are as lucky as her." The young man's mouth was filled with a sneer. To be honest, he wanted to kill someone just now but failed, and he was still a little unhappy. He stopped killing a few more and had little idea.

Half an hour later, a girl was grabbed by a mansion in the distance and threw her head against the wall. The moment her body contacted the wall, the impact force had not even had time to take effect. With a bang, her head exploded like an egg that had heated up in an instant.

One hour later, in another courtyard, a girl in her heart-clothed clothes, suddenly woke up in her sleep, slashed out with a sword, and a fire flashed on the sword, and a table was two. With a sound, a boy in black had already kicked her hard behind her and kicked her to the ground. She lay on the ground, trying to struggle, but the boy's obviously small body was pressing on her back like a mountain.

"You Zoroastrians, are there only a few tricks coming and going?" The boy pulled her hair and sneered, and his body floated up strangely. The girl's delicate body rotated whirlwind under his pull. The delicate body twisted strangely under forced interference. The girl's moan full of pain made the boy feel indescribable pleasure.

With her long hair circled her feet, the boy sneered: "Tell you a new position!" He turned around and shook...bang!

One and a half hours later, another place several miles away. "Be good, don't cry, don't cry, look, this knife is very good, I just bought it... OK, it was actually just stolen, but I left the money." The boy compared the knife on the face of a young woman. What kind of way should he give her a death? He was thinking, forget it, see that she looks so pitiful, and I won't kill her.

The young woman shed tears: "The sky is clear, the earth is peaceful, the holy phoenix..."

"Yong, mom!" The boy flew over and the light of his sword flew over. He wanted to give you a happy one, but I even felt perverted by killing people like this. I originally wanted to restrain myself, but you actually forced me to be perverted. Okay, if you win, you will be considered cruel.

Half an hour later, the boy walked out of the house, looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, exhaled, exhaled, he was much more refreshing. He looked back... Damn, it was so perverted...

*******

[ps. Because I knew that the chapters during the day would be more terrible, I originally planned to stay up late last night and make another chapter and then add updates tonight, but for some reasons, I wasted a night and I didn’t have much mood to write in the morning. Think about it, I would like to upload this chapter first and see if I could catch up with a chapter by staying up late. The update will not be updated tomorrow at noon, and I moved to around 6 or 7 pm tomorrow, just to leave some time for myself. I remember that the same article of four or five thousand words per chapter is often written in two or three hours, or even one or two hours, but I have to spend six or seven hours, and basically spent the whole day here.]

[In addition, let me talk about the problem in the book review area. What everyone needs to know. I can read every post in the book review area. Not only the book review area, but even the book friend group. I will also read back every day, even if the content inside... uh, it's all water! However, I don't answer all the questions. There are many questions. I feel that I have already said it very clearly in the book, so I usually don't explain it in the book review area. The same is true for yesterday's post. I feel that I have written it very clearly, and there is no problem at the beginning.

Explanation. However, because the same book friend posted two consecutive posts on the same issue (I said that I will read all the posts), at this time, I couldn't help but feel that if I don't answer, I will inevitably ignore the readers. However, as soon as I answered, time was spent in meaningless debate. Here, I need to apologize to the book friend, because my attitude was indeed bad after the argument. However, I clearly felt that what I had explained clearly was still questioned by various questions, but I was actually very irritable.]
Chapter completed!