The high priest shouted this unexpectedly, and Luojia was shocked.
However, the high priest soon discovered that the woman walking gracefully in front of him not only did not look back, she did not even stiffen up. She was completely indifferent and did not even change her pace.
Anyone who is suddenly called by a nickname by an acquaintance - if they are really acquaintances - will definitely have some reaction, but no, the Queen did not!
If she is that person, is she an iron man? It is obvious that she is not too old. After all, she is a young woman. How did she become such an expert? Is it possible?
This is so inconsistent with human nature!
The high priest was completely disappointed.
When Fang Fei heard the sound of "Princess Salsa", it was an instinct and she wanted to turn back. However, at this time, her psychology was highly concentrated and she was in a state of intense tension - a state of hostility and self-preservation! Listen!
With this cry, I immediately understood that it was the high priest who was testing him. As long as he showed a slight flaw, he would be dead.
It was a subtle psychological game. Although there was no flash of sword, it was still lingering between life and death for a while.
She didn't look back, and she didn't understand why she suddenly became so calm.
After she passed this calamity, she even raised her head, very proud, maintaining the demeanor that a queen should have, and not at all embarrassed.
Then, we passed Zhaoyang Hall.
The main hall is finally here.
She took a breath.
Only then did she realize the pain, the excruciating pain in her thigh. No one knew that before she stood up, she had already seen His Majesty and the High Priest coming quickly... She even recognized the High Priest first. It was the instinct of a mouse.
, when you see a cat, you can smell even the smell.
She had long been accustomed to the high priest's strong aura, and she didn't even need to see anyone to know that he was coming.
She took advantage of the situation to grab a handful of the blood and ash on her legs and cover her face. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, she had to risk it. She even forgot about the pain.
She thought of the pile of dead branches that suddenly fell.
If God wants to destroy me, how can I know that it is not God who wants to save me?