Waves of light surged in Wu Xuanye's eyes, as if he couldn't suppress his inner fire and was about to explode.
He had also given his sincerity, but was trampled on ruthlessly. When his good brothers Mubai and Wen Qian disappeared together, he knew that he had been ruthlessly abandoned.
Not only did they deceive and use him, they also killed him, the young man named Wu Xuanye, and pushed him to hell.
After hearing what he said, Mu Yunan felt uncomfortable. She sniffed and said, "You should hate them. They did something wrong."
After a pause, she asked again: "Do you like Wen Qian?"
Wu Xuanye turned his head away, looked at the sky outside the window and heard a faint voice: "I was young at the time and didn't know what it was."
He really didn't know that at the time.
He was just used to having her, and looked forward to seeing her every time. He was very happy with her, and he thought he would never lose her.
But in the end...
Wu Xuanye closed his eyes, his heart filled with desolation.
"Actually, if she didn't lie to me, I would have found a way to send her away.
I once had the same idea as the high priest. I don't understand why Southern Xinjiang should be guarded by the Holy Son, who can predict the future and drink blood. These should not exist in the world.
After meeting Wen Qian, my thoughts became stronger and stronger. She is such a bright and dazzling girl, and I don't want her smile to be buried in this ghost palace.
So, when we stepped out of the Gu Palace that day, I hoped that she would never come back again.
When the people from the witch clan and the royal family searched for her but could not find her, I was a little lucky, but I was also afraid that she would not be able to live alone as a girl.
I even feel a little melancholy and lonely. Why didn't she ask me when she ran away? What if I was willing too? I would like to go with her."
Mu Yun'an felt a little nervous. When she looked at Wu Xuanye, she suddenly felt a little distressed. She blinked and asked, "What happened next?"
Wu Xuanye's eyebrows moved and he glanced at her: "What's next?"
Mu Yun'an said: "You let the saint go. It's impossible to just let the matter go, right? And how did you get sealed for a hundred years?"
Wu Xuanye's eyes were heavy and he said nothing.
Mu Yun'an asked softly: "Have you suffered a lot?"
Wu Xuanye refused to admit it: "I am the Holy Son, what kind of suffering can I suffer?"
"You lied."
Mu Yun'an took his arm, opened his sleeve and said, "I saw just now that you have a lot of scars on your arm.
Logically speaking, you are the Holy Son of the Witch Clan, and with your noble status, it is impossible for you to suffer these injuries, unless you made a mistake and received the death penalty, am I right?"
Wu Xuanye glanced at her, then pulled out his arm and said, "You are a girl, don't you know how to be ashamed? How can you be so unbecoming if you just casually lift someone's sleeves?"
Mu Yun'an curled her lips: "That means I was right, right?"
"right!"
Wu Xuanye's expression became serious: "I let the saint go. This was a serious crime. The clan leader dealt with it according to the clan rules. I was whipped for seven days, one hundred lashes every day, a total of 700 lashes. There was no trace of blood on my body.
An inch of good skin.
If it weren't for my identity, I would have died long ago. The saint escaped and the Gu Palace had no inheritance. They searched for women with the saint's bloodline in southern Xinjiang and asked me to drink blood every day to verify it. Bowl after bowl of blood made me vomit.