As soon as the word "di" fell to his mouth, he opened his eyes wide and fell to the ground.
"High Priest..."
"High Priest..."
All the believers knelt down.
The gray-clad man retreated step by step.
Luo Jia looked away miserably.
At this time, the sky was already clear.
A ray of sunrise breaks through the dark clouds and shines down overwhelmingly.
Thousands of lights reflect the dead bodies on the ground...
In front of your eyes, ears, nose... is blood, all of them are blood.
Fangfei didn't know when she got off the soft carriage. She stood quietly in the distance, looking at the corpses everywhere, the church, the innocent people, the gray-clad men... one by one, blood flowed into a river,
The entire temple seemed to have been washed away by blood.
They all died because of "maintenance"!
Maintain the dignity of the temple.
Maintain their faith.
Or protect Your Majesty!
Protect Your Majesty's beauty.
Theocracy and theocracy.
For whom do these people die?
Because of myself?
She suddenly clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.
I did not accept the sacrifice as a sacrifice.
He married His Majesty himself and was pregnant with his children.
I deserve to die.
But, don’t some people deserve to die?
Wouldn't those who deliberately provoke this dispute even more?
Concubine Zuo Shu, Xinya and others were all standing in the area of the female family and looking here in horror. Especially Xinya, she had just woken up from her coma and was supported by two palace maids. Their voices were already crying hoarsely.
But I never dared to shout or cry anymore.
Even the jealousy of the queen was forgotten.
Even my son's tragic death was forgotten.
Even my son has forgotten.
The jealousy between women is really too small compared to such deaths - but it can bring destructive disasters and indirectly cause such irreparable blood.