Luo Jia's heart was cut like a knife, and once again, he deeply felt sorry for her, wishing he could go back in time.
The high priest laughed coldly: "Queen, if you are afraid, you can ignore it. As long as you admit it yourself, you don't have to do this..."
Luo Jia said in a deep voice: "The queen is pregnant. She is afraid of blood and is not suitable for bleeding..."
These words seem so unreasonable and unrestrained.
Master Chaohui breathed a sigh of relief and said sternly: "Queen, are you verified? Are you scared? Even if you are pregnant, a drop of blood will not hurt you at all. Could it be that you are guilty?"
Luo Jia's eyes flashed, and a murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Even Master Chaohui, holding the crutch hand, turned around.
This murderous intent is too strong and too strong, just like the fire advocated by the northern people - it will soon sweep out.
At this moment, Fangfei suddenly heard a faint voice, so slight: "Fangfei, don't be afraid!"
She was surprised to think that the sound came from her heart.
Or, is Your Majesty speaking again?
But His Majesty didn't speak at all.
Fangfei slowly opened her eyes, as if she had just had a sleep, and with great ignorance, she said lightly: "Oh? Is the blood test? It doesn't matter!"
She stretched out her hand lazily.
Rolled up sleeves.
Exposed her snow-white wrists.
It is plump, like a piece of tender fresh lotus root.
Xinya stared at her arm and looked at her face, which had been eroded by the wind, sand, rain and snow for more than ten years. She, Jieya, the once most noble princess of Death Yan, actually ended up in this field.
It can be seen that choosing a man's strength is so important and decisive to a woman's fate.
She suddenly felt strangely hatred in her heart.
Or maybe it's jealousy.
That arm proves her pampering life.
My own arms proved a lot of bitterness.
Why?
It was the psychic Taoist priest who picked up the queen's hand.
The spikes pricked down.
A drop of bright red blood dripped from her wrist.
There was a "boom".
In the crystal bowl, it was like a magical flower blooming.
Luo Jia closed his eyes miserably. For the first time in his life, he encountered something that he didn't have the courage to face.
The prince also quietly looked away, his body trembling slightly.
Only Fangfei, with her eyes wide open, looked curiously at the bowl that determined her destiny - her long eyelashes swaying, like an innocent child.
Only then did the high priest see some of the appearance of the Holy Virgin Princess from her body.
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