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89. Chapter 89 Perfect Sacrifice 2

A whining sound came from the eardrums, like the breeze talking in the dark night. The sound became clearer and clearer, and it turned out to be someone crying in the dark night.

He opened the door and went out, following the sound.

On both sides of the flat grassland, the palm trees have already wafted the scent of pollen. The moonlight shines down endlessly and shines on the soft white gauze. The girl's body is lying on the grass, her toes are slightly curled, and she is crying in a low voice, like

A desperate little leopard. As the carnival approached day by day, she couldn't even read anymore. She seemed to have lost interest in everything and could not extricate herself except crying.

He immediately understood who it was and stopped.

She always cries at nights like this? How long ago did this start? Did it start after she discovered the secret of her destiny from the book?

Yes, books are really not a good thing. But, is it too late to ask the high priest to be careful now?

After a long time, he walked back, thinking about whether he should tell the high priest about Andrei.

Head-on, she met the ghostly eyes of the high priest. Originally, as soon as he came back, Fangfei should go to greet him, and he would also check her study these days to see if she was lazy. Especially some herbal medicines, Fangfei was very good at it.

He was interested, but for the first time, Fang Fei didn't go. So, he had to come to her in person.

He obviously heard such cries, and his eyes were full of confusion: "My king, Princess Fangfei, seems to be unwilling to serve our great god."

It is a supreme honor to be chosen as a holy virgin princess. For hundreds of years, they have been docile like lambs in front of the statues, praying, singing songs of praise, and then ascending to the holy heaven. But Fangfei is different, she

After I became literate, I read a lot and read a lot. I rarely knelt in front of a great god. I never sang any hymns. On moonlit nights, I always hid on the grass alone and cried bitterly.

Luo Jia frowned: "She was like this before?"

Luo Jia asked him before, but he hadn't remembered it yet. Now, the more he thought about it, the more doubts he had. "Princess Fangfei, she is indeed very different from the usual princesses."

"What are the differences?"


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