Every time he thought of the scene of Mo Li disappearing into the divine light, Ming Che's heart would hurt like a needle prick.
So, he was upset, he felt guilty... but he never dared to imagine that that person would come back.
Then, a few days ago, he suddenly heard news, news about Li Qiye.
This news came together with the death of tens of thousands of troops in the temple and the great priest of punishment, and it brought him more joy than sadness.
When he watched the car door open, Mingyue and Mo Li walked out of the car door one after another, and looking at that strange yet familiar figure, he suddenly felt helpless again.
The last time, he was in Guangming Square, watching her being swallowed by the divine light, but he could do nothing.
This time, he was on the steps and she was at the bottom.
He is the Holy Son in the temple, and she is a heretic who escaped, what should he do?!
Could it be that he and she were in two irreconcilable camps? If that was the case, why did God want her to meet him and become friends? Since they were friends, why should they be enemies?!
Ming Che couldn't figure it out.
"Witch!"
The believers screamed and cursed.
These are die-hard loyalists of the temple in the Ming Dynasty. They have been fascinated by the temple for a long time, and naturally they are not afraid of the Ming army.
Seeing Mo Li, people began to go crazy, desperately trying to rush forward. Everyone's face looked like they wanted to tear her into pieces.
The Ming army quickly rushed forward and firmly protected Mingyue and Li Moli.
Mo Li raised his chin slightly and looked at the figure on the steps with a faint smile on his face.
She was very happy to see her friend again after many days.
"Kill this witch!"
…
In mid-air, someone threw a piece of mud, and someone took off their boots stained with mud.
Naturally, it was impossible for such a thing to get close to Mo Li.
On the steps, Mingche clenched his fists, and before Mingyue's attack, he suddenly shouted loudly.
"enough!"
His voice was filled with helplessness and anger.
A person who is always gentle, once he gets angry, is even more terrifying than a person who is usually irritable.
Those two words instantly silenced the place.
"His Royal Highness the Holy Son!" The believers bowed their heads to the ground respectfully, "Please take action to wash away this heresy with divine light!"
Listening to the voices of these believers, Ming Che's expression became more complicated.
What has this person done that they must let her die?!
Is it just because of what kind of blood refining technique she used? Since it is training, does it matter what method is used?!
Monsters can sign contracts with people and use them, but why can’t they be combined with people, just because God says they can’t?!
Why can God decide everything?!
…
Ming Qing's heart was full of questions.
"Your Highness the Holy Son!" An excited believer suddenly stood up, "Why don't you take action? Are you reluctant to kill this witch?!"
If one person takes the lead, countless people will immediately respond.
"You have pleaded for her before, are you also fascinated by her beauty?!"
"As the Holy Son, are you going to betray the temple?!"
…
People, you and I started asking questions one by one.
"What qualifications do you have to be the Holy Son of Light!" One person suddenly grabbed a stone from the ground and threw it at Mingche on the steps.
Snapped!
The stone hit Ming Che's forehead, causing a bloody gash immediately. Bright red blood trickled down his forehead, leaving two shocking blood stains on his jade-like face.