In the black robe, white light suddenly appeared, and something, like a white coiled snake, quickly disappeared into the night and flashed to Rong Xiyue's side.
The white light entered the little white flower at lightning speed.
The speed was so fast that at that moment the space seemed to be frozen. No one saw the white light disappearing in. Only Rong Xiyue, who was concentrating on the little white flower, seemed to see a ray of light, but between the light and shadow, there was something.
None, she had some doubts in her heart, but she just thought it was because she was dazzled.
Her hand continued to reach out to the little white flower, but the high priest in the darkness took a breath and glanced at the white flower. He felt certain in his heart, and as if he was thinking of something, he raised his hand.
The whole person just disappeared on the spot.
Rong Xiyue seemed to be aware of it. She raised her head and glanced upward, but what she saw was still the dark roof.
Turning his eyes, he continued to pick the small white flower with careful movements. The flower looked very delicate, and there was no doubt that if it were too large, all the petals of this delicate flower would fall apart.
"hiss---!"
Rong Xiyue's hand just touched the flower stem, but it was not the little flower that was unlucky, but her own hand. The little white flower looked safe and sound, but the tip of Rong Xiyue's right finger seemed to be corroded.
Burning blackness, an indescribable burning pain, spread from the fingers.
They say that the fingers are connected to the heart. This kind of pain really hurts my heart.
However, Rong Xiyue's body seems to have no effect on her since she traveled through time. Therefore, the poison in the poisonous pool did not affect her, but she was burned.
A general pain.
"Donor, it seems that these white flowers cannot be picked like this!"
Zong Qing saw a short burst of white smoke rising when Rong Xiyue's fingertips touched the flower stem, and couldn't help but make a sound.
Rong Xiyue listened to the side but felt that Zong Qing's voice was full of gloating. She glanced at the demon monk and couldn't help but put it on Zong Qing's head. She thought to herself, if she never
After leaving this place, the first thing to do is to give the demon monk a ring scar, so that he can truly become a master respected by everyone.
Since you can’t pick flowers with bare hands, you can always use scissors!
Rong Xiyue thought like this, and used Jin Lingsu to transform into the shape of scissors, and cut the little white flower without ceremony.
In an instant, the little white flower fell down. Rong Xiyue hurriedly used a handkerchief to cushion it and caught the little white flower.
The moment the flowers fell, the high priest's heart skipped a beat, and the pain that began to spread from his heart couldn't stop. His face suddenly turned pale. His appearance in unbearable pain was completely different from his usual lazy and noble appearance.
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In the sacrificial hall, halfway through her conversation with Meng Shuo, such a scene caught Meng Shuo off guard.
"High Priest, what's wrong with you?"
He had never seen the high priest like this. In his eyes, the high priest was always unhurried, not worried, not in a hurry, and dealt with everything with confidence and everything was expected.
Have you ever seen a high priest like this?
Meng Shuo took a step forward, wanting to help her, but it was obvious that the high priest's aura of alienation and giant thousands of miles away made him stop.