Lan Shengxue raised her eyebrows lightly. Listening to the high priest's words and looking at everything the high priest did, she suddenly felt that everyone present felt like they were being calculated.
And the instigator is the high priest.
He has a keen eye and knowledge, but he prefers to pretend to be confused.
I'm afraid that if there is something wrong with Ling Xing, he already knows it.
The trembling in Ling Xing's heart became more and more serious. At this moment, she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into and hide.
"Master Priest, what are you talking about? Why do you want to frame Ling Xing like this? Ling Xing has never deceived you. It's okay if you don't like Ling Xing, but why do you want to associate Ling Xing with this evil person?
Connect it? The emperor can prove my identity for me." Ling Xing pretended to be aggrieved. She bit her lip and looked like she was crying with lust. She looked so pitiful.
It seemed that she was even more unjust than Dou E.
"False accusation?" The high priest's frivolous hooked lips and ice-colored mask shone with a ruthless coldness in the night.
He just said two words so gently, but Ling Xing felt a heart-broken feeling of fear.
She always expected to be able to stand upright beside the high priest, and always thought about standing side by side with him. But now, she really dreamed of it, but she was scared to death.
God knows, the priest is going to kill her now.
If possible, she really wanted to hide, at least to save her own life.
Lan Shengxue's face was expressionless. She could almost conclude that the high priest who was smiling at this time was the most dangerous existence!
In the silence of the night, the atmosphere in the courtyard seemed a bit heavy.
Haotian just wants to fight quickly, but the people he brought today have not arrived yet, so he can only wait.
The high priest's eyes flashed with interest, his fingertips lingered on Ling Xing's chin, and his face came close to her cheek. This scene made people look a little ambiguous.
The naive Ling Xing definitely didn't think so, she smelled the breath of death.
The low voice was slightly charming, and the high priest's tone was as pleasant as a spring flowing from the sky. "Who is the woman tonight?"
When he said this, he glanced at Lan Shengxue subconsciously. She was so calm and unmoved at all.
He knew that even if he could lower his voice, Haotian wouldn't be able to hear it, but with Jin Feixi's vigilance and sensitivity, she would definitely be able to hear it.
To be so indifferent, he really didn't know what she had gone through before.
Ling Xing's heart was shocked, as if she had grasped a life-saving straw. She smiled charmingly and said, "Master Priest, if you don't believe me, then you can kill me. It is a coincidence that I saved you. Logically speaking,
It should have been my fault, I shouldn't have broken into your courtyard..."
The hand of the high priest holding her chin tightened suddenly.
Ling Xing's face turned pale in pain and all the blood faded, but there was still a smile on her lips.
Lan Shengxue looked at this scene indifferently. Even now, he still doesn't believe that Ling Xing is 'her' tonight?
This man is really not easy to fool.
Haotian didn't understand what was going on at all. He just wanted his people to arrive quickly so that he could deal with this unfathomable man in front of him.
The high priest seemed to no longer worry about this issue. His eyes moved and looked at Haotian, "I heard that the three major disciples of Beiyan Castle love your little junior sister very much. Am I right?"