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1485. Chapter 1485 The rain is coming 3

The high priest and Lord Rafa looked at each other.

Especially the high priest, he stared hard at the woman in front of him. Although she was disheveled and her face was stained with blood, she stood there, slightly embarrassed, but not tired. Her expression was dignified, her voice was clear, and her manners were clear.

, there is no ambiguity at all, nor is there any timidity at all!

Especially her accent, which is slightly reminiscent of the villagers at the foot of North Wudang Mountain.

It turned out not to be the light and delicate voice of the young girl in the temple.

You know, the high priest travels all over the country and is very familiar with the accents of people from all over the world. Queen, she has a completely authentic voice from Beiwudang!

A person's appearance changes, but how can his accent change so easily?

People say that the local pronunciation has not changed and the hair on the temples has faded.

Queen, she doesn't have the same accent as she did in the temple.

no.

He stared intently at His Majesty's hand, holding her firmly, with such anxiety in his eyes - it was a kind of deep concern. Far better than the concern that ordinary men have for women.

However, under such care, the queen stood so upright. Her legs were obviously bleeding. The wounds were definitely not fake. Even the tight skirt was punctured and the blood stuck together. She endured it,

He gritted his teeth slightly and raised his eyebrows slightly. It was a kind of perseverance, which suddenly reminded him of the legendary story of Guan Yun from the Southern Dynasties who scraped bones to heal his wounds.

He was obviously looking at a woman, but he happened to think of a man.

As if she were a man!

Then, her eyes did not dodge at all, and she looked firmly at the high priest!

They looked at each other without any trace of panic.

At this time, she actually dared to look at herself!

The high priest looked at that sharp gaze and felt inexplicably guilty and short of breath.

That feeling became even stronger: aura, this was an aura, a powerful aura. He had never seen such an aura in other women in his life, and even rarely saw it in men!

He couldn't help but look at her a few more times. She was still facing the high priest, with no intention of hiding. She seemed to be indifferent. If you want to see her, just look at her as much as you want!


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