"How is it possible? The Saint..." Can't the Saint predict his own death? How could he die? Couldn't he predict his own death?
Lu Shanshan walked up to the saint in disbelief. Sure enough, she saw the saint with his head hanging down, a streak of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, silver-white eyebrows and long hair flowing down his shoulders, without a trace of luster, and those silver eyes
, has been closed tightly.
The three wise men of Apocalypse Continent, the three people who can predict life and death, Bai Xiaosheng of Longmen Inn, Wu Ming of Yinhun Lin, and the Saint of Holy Land, these three people have a long history in the mainland. How long they are, it is impossible to verify.
, but countless older or younger generations have heard rumors about them when they were young, rumors like fairy tales... After all, being able to predict the future is an incredible thing.
Although Lu Shanshan and Hong Chen have never heard of this, Lu Shanshan can feel the power of the saint from the original text, otherwise she would not be so shocked.
But Hongchen regards the saint as a rare opponent, a rare person who can make him face up to.
But the saint died.
"How did he die...when did he die...why, we don't know..."
Not only do they not know, the people in the Holy Land also don't know. If they knew, the Holy Land would have exploded long ago.
In recent years, the Holy Land has become more selfish and less enterprising, and has become less upright than before. The Holy Land is secretly worried and thinking about the future of the Holy Land.
It's a pity...he died before he could tell his plans and ideas and implement them.
"What to do?"
Lu Shanshan raised her eyes and looked at Hongchen. She really didn't know what to do at this time.
I don’t know whether it’s because they have evil spirits in their lives or because the Holy Land is unlucky. Ever since they arrived, the Holy Land has never been peaceful for a day.
If others saw this scene, they might be framed for killing the saint.
"Go back to Qingfengzhai."
Hongchen said in a deep voice.
His black vertical pupils shone with a strange light, and his left hand involuntarily touched Qingyin Ling in his sleeve. The sudden death of the saint also made him feel a little uneasy.
Qingyin Ling’s previous owner passed away... Will Qingyin Ling change?
Lu Shanshan and Hong Chen left the Zhai Xing Tower safely. When they left the Zhai Xing Tower, the guards guarding the Zhai Xing Tower still looked as usual, as if they had no idea about the death of the Saint.
Lu Shanshan sighed inexplicably.
A celebrity with such a high status as the Saint has been dead for so long, but no one discovered it, let alone when and why he died.
Lu Shanshan opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but Hong Chen suddenly reached out and held her hand: "Shanshan, be alone."
Most of the people in the Holy Land are not good people, and it is better not to wade into their muddy waters.
After returning to Qingfengzhai, Gong Xueyi had not returned yet, so Lu Shanshan forced herself to calm down and returned to her usual appearance with Hongchen.
Time is passing gradually...
At night, Gong Xueyi still hadn't come back.
Lu Shanshan asked the Holy Land disciples to help her go to the Holy Son Shengguang to find out information.
Holy Light and Zui Fuguang lingered for a long time. The effect of the medicine in Zui Fuguang's body faded away, and he lay in the arms of Holy Light with a very complicated mood.
Both of them woke up, but did not have the courage to look at each other.
Shengguang felt that he was taking advantage of others' danger, but Zui Fuguang didn't know how to face it.
After a long time, Shengguang finally couldn't help but break the silence and said: "Fuguang, I will marry you."
Zui Fuguang felt sour in his heart: "You and I have different identities... Just treat what happened today as if it never happened."
Sheng Guang's face turned red...angry.
He squeezed Zui Fuguang's shoulders with both hands: "What do you mean it didn't happen... Between us, it obviously happened... No matter what should happen or what shouldn't happen, it happened... Why do you want me to think that
Never happened?"
Shengguang's words made Zui Fuguang's brain hurt.
If she was really just a little maid in the Holy Land, and she and Holy Light could reach this point, she would die without regrets.
But she is not.
But not really.
But... after serving the Holy Light for so many years, she should understand the Holy Light.
The most urgent task is to coax the Holy Light first.
"Sir, let's discuss this matter later... Now, let's, let's get up first..."
Her face was cold, and even though she was in close contact with the person she loved most, there was no shyness on her face.
Only by forcing herself to be so ruthless can she continue down the road below.
"Zui Fuguang...Today, I really doubt...whether you have me in your heart!!!"
Zui Fuguang felt a pain in his heart, and looked at Shengguang with cold eyes: "Master, it is difficult for Fu Guang to answer this kind of question."
Sheng Guang took a breath, stood up suddenly, got out of bed, got dressed, and finally threw away his sleeves.
Zui Fuguang looked at his back, tears slowly overflowing from his eyes.
At this time...she really can't get too close to the Holy Light...if those people see anything...I really don't know what they will make her do...
After shedding tears silently for a while, Zui Fuguang reached out and wiped her face, thinking of the woman who rescued her today.
The young lord of Wufang City, Gong Xueyi.
She was drugged at the time, and although she was conscious at first, she did not remember very clearly what happened next.
She wanted to thank Gong Xueyi.
She never likes to owe others, because as long as she owes something, she will have to pay it back one day.
Fighting the pain in her body, she got up and put on her dress. She didn't bother to see where the Holy Light was now, and went straight to Qingfengzhai.
When she knocked on Qing Fengzhai's door and saw Lu Shanshan, she immediately curved her lips: "Shanshan."
At this time, the holy land was still peaceful, and no one knew that the saint had passed away.
Lu Shanshan thought it was Gong Xueyi who was back, but she didn't know that there was Zui Fuguang outside the door. She was immediately startled: "Sister Fuguang, why is it you? Where is Xueyi... isn't she at your place? Why aren't she with you?
Come back together?"
Lu Shanshan's words made Zui Fuguang's body freeze, and his face turned pale.
"Sister Fuguang?"
Seeing that Lu Shanshan was drunk and didn't reply, she felt strange and couldn't help but ask again.
Zui Fuguang's expression froze, then he laughed, and replied with a slightly trembling voice: "Young Master Gong and our young master played to a draw, but unfortunately they insisted on deciding the winner... I think it's getting late, so I'll come
Send me a message... Shanshan, you should rest first, maybe Young Master Gong will rest with us today."
Lu Shanshan thought for a moment. In the Holy Land, Zui Fuguang is the Holy Light and is ultimately a trustworthy person. She nodded: "Okay, then I'll ask Sister Fuguang to help me take care of Xueyi."
Zui Fuguang forced a smile: "It's getting late, you guys should rest early...I, I'm going back first."
Lu Shanshan nodded and watched Zui Fuguang leave.
I don't know if it was her imagination, but she always felt that today's drunkenness looked a bit strange.
This holy place is really not meant for people to stay. If you stay there for a long time, you can't help but become suspicious.
Fortunately, tomorrow is the wedding of the Son and the Saint, and they can leave as soon as the wedding is over.
Lu Shanshan thought, closed the door and went back to the house.
Zui Fuguang was walking on the path and couldn't help but reach out to hold his heart that was beating so fast.
The young city lord of Wufang City...Gong Xueyi didn't come back?
How is it possible...
She has come back after being drugged, why didn't Gong Xueyi come back...
She remembered the Word...the Word was...
She paused, bit her lower lip, looked around, hid her body in the darkness, flew past the shadows, and flew to the place where she was kidnapped today.
Gong Xueyi, isn't she injured? Is she still there?
Zui Fuguang anxiously arrived at the place where she was kidnapped, but only saw a few corpses.
The disciples of the Holy Land, the Holy Word...but the drunken light was missing.
What made Zui Fuguang terrified about Shengyan's corpse was, firstly, because Shengyan's corpse was bleeding from all its orifices, which was the most terrifying thing.
The second reason is because of the identity of the Holy Word...the Son of Salvation.
If the Son of Salvation dies...then, what will happen to Apocalypse Continent in the future?
What will happen when the calamity of annihilation mentioned by the former saints comes? The son of the savior dies suddenly... Under the rules of heaven, on whose shoulders will the responsibility of saving the world fall?...
…or is Apocalypse Continent simply abandoned by Heaven?
Gong Xueyi...Why isn't Gong Xueyi here?
Zui Fuguang was anxious, her eyes flashed with helplessness and resentment... She remembered that the person who finally saved her was not Gong Xueyi, because Gong Xueyi was not the Holy Word after taking the golden silkworm Gu.
opponent……
The person who really saved her... was her master...
Could it be...could it be...
Thinking of this, Zui Fuguang couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat... Gong Xueyi was in the hands of her master? Moreover, her master should also be planning to do harm to Gong Xueyi?
Thinking about it, her master hated the Holy Land so much that he was extremely willing to do such a thing as killing the young lord of Wufang City and then putting the blame on the Holy Land.
But, she doesn't want it.
She doesn't want such a result.
Not to mention that Gong Xueyi was in danger to save her, but that Gong Xueyi was Lu Shanshan's master, and she did not want Gong Xueyi to be killed.
After understanding this, Zui Fuguang could no longer calm down, and she didn't care about anything anymore.
She ran directly towards her master's residence.
If she remembered correctly, her master should live in that place...
Zui Fuguang hurried away, but never went back.
That night, Saint Lingjun did not wait until the Holy Son and Holy Word told her the news about Zui Fu Guang.
That night, neither Shengguang nor Zui Fuguang returned to their yard. One was getting drunk in the forest, and the other was missing.
That night, Lu Shanshan didn't wait for Gong Xueyi. She felt that she stayed at Shengguang's place as Zui Fuguang said and didn't care.
That night, no one discovered that the long-dead saint had passed away.
That night, the Holy Land Holy Lord Lingwei and many elders of the Holy Land met together to conspire, plotting to break free from the shackles of the Holy One after the Holy Son and Holy Daughter got married...
After this night, it will be the wedding of the Saint and the Son, and this night will be the last peaceful night in the Holy Land...