Elder Wu was meeting those eyes as deep as an ancient pool. In an instant, his soul seemed to be controlled by something. His mind went blank, and he was stunned in place and forgot to react.
The Queen stepped forward and saw Elder Wu staring motionlessly at the ice coffin. She looked down and saw that the man inside had really woken up.
She was so happy that the moment she met the man's eyes, her whole body froze.
When she came back to her senses, she saw the man in the ice coffin had come out. He glanced at the queen and narrowed his eyes: "How brave!"
The Queen was forced by his momentum, her legs involuntarily knelt on the ground, and a bone-deep chill spread throughout her body.
The man looked around and asked, "How long have I been sleeping?"
The elder witch woke up from the chaos. He hurriedly knelt on the ground and said, "You have been sleeping for a hundred years!"
The man's eyebrows moved: "A hundred years?"
These past hundred years have really been like a dream. His eyes moved slightly and he asked again: "Who woke me up?"
The queen replied: "She is a descendant of the saint, a girl named Mu Yun'an."
"oh?"
As the man finished his tone, he stretched out his hand to wipe the remaining blood on the corners of his lips, then licked it with the tip of his tongue. His thin lips curled up slightly, raising an evil and sycophantic smile: "Interesting!"
He waved his sleeves and strode out, and the Queen and the Witch Elder hurriedly followed.
I saw that the man had arrived in the temple. He was standing under the statue of the witch god, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.
After a while, he turned around and stepped out of the hall, looking at the high sun rising in the distance.
A hundred years later, a full hundred years later, he came back again. Looking at the peaceful place in front of him, he felt a little unreal.
The elder witch stood behind him tremblingly and said: "If you wake up, our witch clan will be saved, and there will be hope for southern Xinjiang."
The man sneered lightly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, and asked: "Do you know my name?"
The elder Wu lowered his head and said, "It is recorded in the secret records of the clan that you are the last holy son of the Wu clan."
The man's tone was serious: "I ask you, do you know my name?"
Elder Wu shuddered and replied in a slightly trembling voice: "Wu...Wu Xuanye."
The last holy son of the Southern Xinjiang Wu Clan who possesses divine power, Wu Xuanye.
A hundred years ago, the saint defected. In order to protect the witch clan from being destroyed, the elders at that time gave Wu Xuanye a secret medicine and put him into a deep sleep.
And his body was frozen in an ice coffin, protected by the witch clan for generations, and the only way to awaken it was the blood of the saint.
I thought these were all rumors, but I didn't expect them to be true.
Wu Xuanye looked at the mountain peaks in the distance and said in a faint voice: "Please step back, I have something to say to the Queen."
Elder Wu said yes, turned around and retreated.
The queen looked at Wu Xuanye's back and had an indescribable feeling in her heart. This man made her feel so terrible. She didn't know whether it was right or wrong to wake him up?
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard Wu Xuanye say: "Do you regret it?"
The Queen was startled, and she quickly calmed down: "Awakening the Holy Son is the mission of every Southern Emperor."
Wu Xuanye sneered: "What do you want? Dominate the world? Unify the country and live forever?"