Sang Qi's gentle persuasion, in fact, she didn't know whether the goddess would really let go of the young man behind her. However, after getting along with her several times, she more or less figured out the character of this goddess, who was arrogant and disobedient.
Discourage, follow your own heart.
I like to listen to flattery and low-profile words.
When Sang Qi was sorting out these characteristics, he also frowned and doubted, is this really what a goddess should do?
Why is it different from the goddess who saves all sentient beings in her impression?
The goddess on the high platform suddenly laughed and said in a cool tone: "I asked you why you suddenly barged in. It turned out that you were taking this boy away."
"How could it be?" Sang Qi slightly cupped his hands: "Everything I do is for the goddess."
The goddess laughed coldly, waved her sleeves, and threw a sharp dagger in front of Sang Qi.
Sang Qi's heart sank and he raised his eyes: "Sir, what does this mean?"
"If you want to take him away, you can." The goddess raised her eyes: "It's just that I just woke up and need blood to warm my body. You can choose to let his blood go -"
She lazily raised her hand and pointed at the boy.
Then, the goddess changed her voice: "Your face is similar to mine, and your horoscope is also suitable. Your blood also has a nourishing effect on me. You can also choose to add your own blood."
The snakes surrounding him squirmed and pushed an ice coffin in front of Sang Qi.
The goddess's voice then came: "When the blood fills the entire ice coffin, you can leave."
Before Sang Qi could say anything, Chen Shen behind him had his eyes widened. He looked at the ice coffin in disbelief.
It was the ice coffin that the goddess lay on before, which could accommodate an adult woman. If you wanted to fill this ice coffin with blood, you would have to drain almost all the blood from your body.
Chen Shen instantly realized that the goddess did not want to agree to Sang Qi's proposal, but she needed her to handle the sacrificial affairs, so he made this request to force Sang Qi to give up the young priest.
The young man was sitting with his back against the wall. The stone wall behind him had been smashed into gaps. He felt pain just breathing. His ribs must have been broken.
He raised his head, apparently having heard what the goddess said just now. At this moment, when he saw the girl in front of him bending down to pick up the dagger, the young man suddenly choked and coughed, and blood flowed down the corners of his lips.
never mind.
The young man thought that it was a rare thing for someone to help him despite the danger.
There is no need to expect too much.
He moved his fingers gently and looked expressionlessly. His eyes had returned to calmness. The young man looked straight at Sang Qi's back, just waiting for her to turn around and cut his body open with a dagger.
She would not choose the second option. No one would risk their own life to save a stranger who has no friendship with him.
So the young man did not move or speak anymore, quietly waiting for the judgment to come.
This matter was caused by his improper thinking. He did not expect that after sleeping for a long time, the goddess's strength increased greatly, and she wanted to kill him.
Can't hide anymore.
The young man leaned back slightly and felt a sense of relief and confusion.
Then, he heard the girl's gentle and firm voice: "Okay, as you said."
Sang Qi took a step forward and held the dagger in her hand. She lowered her eyes gently, placed the dagger on her forearm, and made a slash without hesitation.
Blood flowed down the arm and into the ice coffin.
The two people behind him were stunned, looking at Sang Qi's actions in disbelief.
She actually...
Chen Shen even stopped breathing. He glanced at the embarrassed young man beside him, and made a new assessment of this man's weight in Sang Qi's heart. He must be very, very important to Sang Qi.
The person involved at this moment also looked at the scene in front of him in shock.
She chose to save him and was even willing to pay such a high price.
How could it be possible? How could she do this for him?
Blood dripped into the ice coffin. Sang Qi lowered her eyes, feeling the blood dripping from her body bit by bit. She raised her eyes.
His face has turned pale.
The goddess on the high platform looked cold, as if she didn't expect that Sang Qi had not given up on the boy. How could she have such a deep relationship with this priest?
Because of the smell of blood, the surrounding snakes gradually became restless.
Chen Haoran stood in the corner, glanced at the number of people in the live broadcast room, and found that since this girl appeared, the number of people in his live broadcast room had dropped sharply.
He felt gloomy in his heart. Apart from anything else, this girl was very good at live broadcast effects and knew how to attract the audience.
It's just that whether she can handle this wave of audience traffic will have to be decided separately.
At this time, Sang Qi’s live broadcast room was filled with barrage.
[I’m going, I’m going, did I miss anything? Why is the anchor following the little priest life and death? 】
[Take a bite of the candy I pass by, it will only make me nutritionally balanced (sleep peacefully)]
[My wife’s face is pale. She won’t be the first anchor to kill herself, right? 】
Sang Qi's eyes were already turning white. She was holding on to the edge of the ice coffin with unsteady steps. She could hardly keep her balance due to excessive blood loss.
Just when she was about to fall to her knees unable to hold on any longer, the goddess' suppressed angry voice sounded from the high platform.
"enough."
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When "Sang Qi" was mentioned in the industry, there was a tacit exchange of opinions.
She is a reckless gambler.
The probability was one in ten million, and if she could get huge benefits in exchange, she would dare to risk everything to bet on that possibility.
Just like now.
When Sang Qi opened her eyes, she was lying on the bed in the priest's cabin. The wound on her arm had been bandaged. Chen Shen lay on the small table beside the bed and fell asleep tiredly with his eyes closed.
She moved her fingers and propped herself up with her good hand to sit up.
The door was gently pushed open, and the young priest walked in. He was slightly startled when he saw her, and then avoided her eyes uncomfortably.
He handed the decoction to Sang Qi, and his voice rarely softened: "Drink the medicine."
Sang Qi took it, closed his eyes as if he were dead, and drank the medicine in one gulp. When the girl grimaced and frowned, the boy gave her a candied fruit.
The sweet taste melts in your mouth.
Sang Qi raised her eyebrows. She raised her head, wanting to explore the boy's emotions, but the boy avoided her sight, turned around, took the bowl from which she drank the medicine, and walked outside.
The girl sat there and didn't move. She looked away without much concern.
She was betting that the Goddess needed her at this stage and would not let her die.
She was also betting that the priest had information that she didn't know about, but he was too cautious and distant, and ordinary overtures could not gain his trust.
So what if it’s life-saving kindness?
Sang Qi slightly curled his lips, nothing could be more impressive than this.
It seems that her decision was correct.
Priest: She is willing to save me like this, she loves me