Meng Qitian was almost thrown off the roof by him, but after finally regaining his balance, he saw Mo Lian's figure running out of the Mo Lian Palace, and actually ran towards the Guangming Temple!
Is this guy crazy?
Does he want to see the Holy Lord? Why? Want to question the Holy Lord if he will kill Huang Beiyue because he likes Huang Beiyue?
If this question comes out, the news of Huang Beiyue's death will no longer be concealed. When the time comes, Mo Lian goes crazy, and the Holy Lord will blame him...
Just thinking about it, Meng Qitian felt a chill on his back. He couldn't care less and immediately jumped off the roof and ran after Mo Lian.
Fortunately, Mo Lian was so sad and angry at the moment that she had forgotten to summon the phantom beast and just ran on her feet, otherwise Meng Qitian would never be able to catch up with him in this life!
How can a blind person outperform a bright-eyed, extremely smart person who knows how to take shortcuts?
Meng Qitian finally stopped Mo Lian on the small road in the square in front of the Temple of Light!
"Sir Mo Lian, what do you want to do?"
Mo Lian grabbed him by the collar and threw him away. Meng Qitian got up perseveringly and hugged him from behind. He lowered his voice so that only Mo Lian could hear: "If the Holy Lord knows your feelings for her, she will die.
No!"
Although he is dead, he does not want to let Mo Lian despair. He believes that it is the best for Guangyao Palace or him.
Mo Lian's body trembled, and she stopped and murmured: "I won't forget..."
"Okay! Don't forget! Just keep her in your heart and treat her as your secret. No one knows!" Meng Qitian almost tried his best and broke into a cold sweat.
No one knows? Mo Lian was stunned, he didn’t want to do this either...
"Mo Lian, there are some things that you can't tell even if you know them. This is not to deceive, but to protect her." Meng Qitian followed the instructions, and his handsome face turned pale with fright!
Mo Lian gasped for air. Do you understand? Or don’t you understand?
His face was pale, and the platycodon flowers under his eyes looked even weirder. His empty eyes turned slightly, and his eye sockets slowly turned red.
However, he finally stopped moving and did not want to go to the Temple of Light like crazy. Meng Qitian finally felt relieved.
However, he breathed a sigh of relief when suddenly, the door of the Temple of Light was opened from the inside!
The heavy and tall giant door rumbled as it was pulled open from the inside, and countless dazzling lights came out like elves imprisoned for tens of thousands of years!
Meng Qitian instinctively avoided his eyes, but his heart sank suddenly, and chills ran down his spine.
Holy Lord, come out......
Mo Lian also slowly raised his head. He was familiar with the powerful aura surging from the temple, and he immediately knew what had happened.
In the dazzling light, a man wearing a golden robe and a golden mask on his face slowly walked out. The sacred aura filled the air. The solemn and sacred aura and the awe-inspiring and powerful momentum made Meng Qitian kneel down immediately.
Come down.
Mo Lian was startled for a moment, but before he could move, she saw the Holy Lord slowly raise his hand and slap him hard on the face!
Mo Lian groaned and fell to the ground, blood slowly flowing down the corners of her mouth.
"Mo Lian, you are getting more and more outrageous!" The cold voice was like a huge mountain oppressing the head.
Even Mo Lian was shocked and stunned for a moment, and got up in a daze. The five red fingerprints on her pale face were even more vivid.
