When the fingertips that had been caressing the skull touched Xia Qingluan's eyebrows, Sha Hua and Luo Hua secretly breathed a sigh of relief - the indifferent woman who had just blocked them with incredible means would not die for the time being.
The leader of the Vulcan Cult touched her forehead lightly with one hand, and turned over the unconscious body with the other hand. His thin palm hung a finger's distance above the wound. The colorless flame looked almost transparent, regardless of its luster and temperature.
Different from ordinary ordinary fire, it is a technique used by successive leaders of the Vulcan Sect to prove their qualifications.
The twin girls stood aside in silence. They knew that the leader was reading her memory and healing her. Although the flame in his palm was cold, it was the true holy fire that saved countless people in southern Xinjiang. Compared with what Xia Qingluan was looking for, it was spread by the outside world as falling from the sky.
The lump of something is the more valuable thing.
His eyes were slightly closed and trembling slightly. The complex expression of whether it was a frown or a smile made Sha Hua and Luo Hua full of curiosity. After Sister Ali's death, he hadn't been immersed in something so seriously for a long time. This suddenly became so violent and so sudden.
This strange woman is as calm as water. Why does her memory interest the leader so much?
The gentle peach-blossom face, reflecting the firelight in the sky at night, seeing Jing Jing's slightly angry eyebrows in the sewage-stained eyes, and the heavy coughs of the young man standing in the distance holding an umbrella hit the bottom of her heart. This is all about her worry-free childhood.
No wonder her eyes are so indifferent. The world has given her too much suffering and too little light. It is extremely rare to be able to survive in loneliness and helplessness, not to mention the deep-rooted hatred buried in her young heart.
With a faint sigh, most of the candles in the temple were extinguished, and the echo was empty: "Go get some hemostatic herbs."
Even if her life is not destined to be fatal, he will give her relief after he reads this story.
For three whole days after that, the leader of the Vulcan Cult sat inside the temple and did not move around. Sha Hua and Luo Hua could only stay outside, boringly cleaning up the bloody remnants on the ground. This scene was enough for ordinary girls to see.
Their beauty was pale, but to them, it was nothing compared to the earth-shaking scenes they experienced beside the leader. What was the leader of the martial arts alliance in Zhongzhou? In their hearts, only the leader Mingsha was the real dragon among men.
A few sudden bells rang, and the two of them were stunned for a moment, and then quickly ran towards the palace, with their long silk gauze rippling in the wind behind them.
"Leader--" Shahua has a rather impatient temper and always speaks before anyone arrives. The young leader, who was sitting sideways, frowned slightly and raised his index finger to his lips to make a hissing gesture. The girl in blue vomited.
He stuck out his tongue and stood aside in embarrassment.
There were no candles burning in the temple on weekdays, and even during the day it was as dark as midnight. Perhaps sensing that the woman who had been sleeping for three days was finally waking up, Mingsha specially lit hundreds of candles, which had not burned even an inch.
"Is she going to wake up, leader?" Luo Hua looked over with a trace of hope in his eyes.
Mingsha nodded, and the cold colorless flame danced on his fingertips: "Go and clean the altar, we will use it later."
"Altar?!" the surprised girls said in unison.
The altar of the Vulcan Cult is specially used to worship the holy fire, and all sacrifices are made by human beings. It has not been used since Mingsha became the leader. Now...
Shahua Luohua looked at each other, with chills welling up in their hearts.
They thought the leader saved her out of pity, but unexpectedly he pushed her into a situation more terrifying than death. They really didn't dare to think about the fate of those who were used as sacrifices.
Half an hour later, Xia Qingluan woke up from her drowsiness. The first thing she saw was the hair as white as snow, and then the smooth skull on the palms of her bony hands.
Not the person you see every time you wake up on a thunderstorm night.
The leader of the Vulcan Cult... is him.
"Why save me?" Her hoarse voice was no longer as clear and clear as when she went up the mountain. She fell into a deep sleep for three days. She crawled back from the gate of hell. It was a miracle that she could return to the world so intact. How could she have any other expectations?
?What’s more, she gave up this life.
Turning her head and smiling lightly, Mingsha took back the palm hanging on her smooth forehead, and when it passed her ears, there were a few more crisp ringings. Only then did Xia Qingluan notice that the ringing that had been everywhere after entering the Vulcan Cult was actually
It came from his wrist, with two brass bells the size of bull's eyes hanging from thin red threads, which made a pleasant tinkling sound when moved.
"Ali gave it to me, but unfortunately I lost one and couldn't find it." Seeing her looking at the copper bell, Mingsha laughed out loud, as if remembering some interesting memories, "Actually, two are fine, and the sound is still the same.
Same size."
He did not answer her question, whether intentionally or unintentionally. Xia Qingluan stopped asking further, forced herself to sit up and looked around. She was actually lying in front of the high obsidian wall of the temple. She could reach out and touch the cold and hard stone.
The wall. He was completely defenseless and didn't care at all about the sharp look in her eyes.
"There are still four days. In four days, he will marry Zixiu." The leader of the Vulcan Cult, who was headless and with lowered eyebrows, suddenly spoke.
His weak body trembled.
She lowered her head: "Really? It's too late."
In any case, Mo Hengjian cannot be her gift.
"I was still wondering who would know about the Dream Stone and the Holy Fire. I didn't expect you to have contact with the Jingjue Priest, but I underestimated it." He stretched out his hand to stop Xia Qingluan's sudden surprise, and Mingsha pointed with a wry smile.
Pointing to his forehead, "I just want to know the past between you and Wei Moyan, but there is no way. Everything you have experienced will enter my mind, and it is still difficult to completely clear it out."
Xia Qingluan took a deep breath. She had heard of the strange magic of reading other people's memories, but she didn't expect that someone in this world could actually do it. Moreover, she was actually the one whose memory was stolen. In other words, what she was thinking about was
Do you think the leader of the Vulcan Cult knows everything about it?
No, no one can know her heart or her weaknesses!
The red light suddenly rose, but fell down again before reaching the front of the tall body.
How could she still have the strength to kill someone when she was almost dead?
After the twin girl stepped back, her palms gently fell on her trembling back. Mingsha carefully pushed the Qi into her body, for fear of accidentally shattering her meridians - her body was already broken in the battle a few days ago.
It was unbearable that all the injuries and injuries from years of battle were revealed under his heavy blow, and her body was completely drained in an instant.
"You two have been together for so long, and you two are still suspicious of each other. People's hearts are the most indestructible, and yet you have to hurt each other to prove your importance. It's just like childishness."
"shut up……"
Mingsha didn't stop her from blocking her ears. He knew that she could hear.
"When you left him and went to Mobei, have you ever thought about how he felt? Did you think you were wronging yourself to protect him from harsh criticism? Miss Xia, he can win over the world for you as a matchmaker and conquer the world as a recruiter. You should take it seriously.
Do you think that a few threats from others can embarrass him? Today's situation is not caused by outsiders, but by your disbelief in him. If you don't believe that he will do anything for you, if you don't believe that he will do anything for you, if you don't believe that he has no scruples for you, if you put it in a harsher way, the result will be
It’s all your own fault.”
Isn't it? That person entrusted everything to her, but in exchange she got meaningless worries. In the final analysis, she still didn't believe it, she didn't believe it.
People who can obviously be together have to create their own problems. She will never understand the pain of those who cannot be together forever, and will never know how to cherish them. So, she can't blame others for being in the situation she is in today.
Ali must really like the feeling of tearing pain.
With a long breath, the pure white hair fell on the side of Xia Qingluan's face. She turned around and saw those dark brown pupils.
"How about making a deal? I'll make a sword for you and give it to him, and you give me your soul."