His hand was on my neck, but it seemed to fall on my heart, causing my heart torn apart in an instant and turned into two halves.

Who is the person he cares about?

It's me, ginger wine?

Or is it a high priest from southern Xinjiang, or a person from others?

"The bold thief is arrogant and dares to offend the high priest. He deserves to die." Cang Yan's hand pressed on his hand, and his whole body was filled with awesomeness. If his hand had not pressed on my neck, Cang Yan would have acted to incite him.

"Get out." Qi Jingque looked like a wild beast that had lost its rationality. He slapped Cang Yan in the chest with a backhand. Cang Yan took several steps back and spit out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the white pears on the ground red.

The veil on my face was torn off by him, revealing the face of the high priest from southern Xinjiang.

Qi Jingque saw my exposed face and was instantly angry. He pinched my neck and asked me: "Didn't you say you helped me? Is this what you call helping me?"

No, he was not questioning me, he was questioning the high priest of the southern Xinjiang. He had completely regarded me as the high priest of the southern Xinjiang and did not realize that I was just pretending to be the high priest of the southern Xinjiang.

"Nine thousand years old, the high priest has returned." Si Xuanji, who was beside me, took the lead and reminded him lightly: "The high priest will call you when he comes back. Your beloved has gone to the eighteen levels of hell, and no one can call her back again."

"I don't believe it." Qi Jingque growled madly: "I have been following her tightly along the way, and I didn't find anything wrong with her. How could she suddenly disappear?"

"This is a conspiracy, it is your conspiracy. You can return her, otherwise I will kill you."

"The fire on the border is a scheming." I couldn't feel the pain in my neck, the pain in my heart, and I felt numbness. The pain was so painful that I felt nothing.

"Planning?" Qi Jingque repeatedly chewed the words in my mouth, his eyes as if they were dripping blood: "Is it the fire you planned to plot against me and deliberately ignited?"

"I am plotting against you." I felt amused and angry when I heard his words, and admittedly said, "It was me who plotted against you. The sea of ​​fire is a good thing, a desperate good thing."

"At the beginning, the Snow Mountains of the Holy Land and the High Priests' Hall were burning with raging fire, trying to burn the entire snowy area, but unfortunately the snowy area was not melted by the fire."

"Your beloved woman was also burned to death by fire, and I came back and was reborn in the ashes."

As I spoke in my mind, memories that did not belong to me appeared. This memory told me that it was a taboo to resurrect from the dead.

One life exchanges another life, put the underground soul on the living person, and the living person leaves and replaces her to hell.

The broken light in Qi Jingque's eyes was like the brightest firelight to the sky, "Did you take advantage of me? What is wrong with you?"

I'll use him?

At first I felt warmth and love in him, but later on, his feelings for me completely changed.

He treated me as another person, and the look he looked at me from beginning to end was inexplicably subtle uncertain. Maybe he didn't believe from the beginning that I was back.

"It's not that you treat her badly, it's that she treats you so well. It makes you forget that she is the high priest in southern Xinjiang. She should be worshipped and supported by the people above millions of people." Si Xuanji said, with endless accusations and cold chill in her voice: "You treat her as a mortal, you lure her down the mountain."

"The temperature of fire is very high, and it hurts when fire burns people. You only think of your beloved. Do you know that the so-called resurrection from the dead and one life is to experience what the other party has experienced before death."

"My Highness was the greatest Lord in the snowy land from the beginning. He was worshipped by thousands of people. They dared not look up to her. Even if he touched her, he felt blasphemy. What about you?"

Si Xuanji's eyes were as if they were stained with fire, and he felt like he was suppressed, with pain, and instead questioned Qi Jingque: "You hurt her unscrupulously and thought that our biggest master in the snowy land should bend down for you and let you slap it."

"Why, why should you treat the person who puts us above our heads and above us like this? The fire on the border is what we do. Only when the fire burns can she wake up and let him know that the person she loves is not worth it, especially you, not worth it."

Not worth it.

These three words were like a muffled thunder, like a sharp knife, pierced into my heart. At this moment, I couldn't tell whether it was my emotions or the emotions of the high priest in the southern border.

This emotion suddenly swelled in my heart, causing my legs to tremble in pain, and my body couldn't stand and was about to slide down.

"So she woke up and drove my beloved to the eighteenth level of hell?" Qi Jingque was furious, "Get her back, otherwise I will kill you."

The hand that strangled my neck and the nails were embedded in my flesh. It was ridiculous. He kept saying that he loved me and said that he wanted to resurrect me. I stood in front of him, but he couldn't recognize me.

Is this love?

Is this the love he did all his best and exhausted?

I stretched out my hand, my finger stuck under his hand that was holding my neck, and slowly slammed it hard, with my eyes firm and cold, as if at this moment I was not Jiang Jiu, but the high priest of southern Xinjiang. I was born cold, with an arrogant compassion and unattainable feeling.

"Kill me? Qi Jingque, you shocked the Snowy Holy Mountain and shocked my heart, but I don't owe you." I said quietly: "On the contrary, you owe me. The taste of fire is not good. Since you love your beloved woman so much, why don't you die? If you die, you can be with her forever."

Yes, that's not my deep love for me, ginger wine.

Then why didn't he die with me?

He didn't set out to deal with anyone who hurt me.

His glory and wealth remain the same, the power in his hands remains, and by his means, even if it is assassination, the person who hurt me will disappear in just one month.

However, he did nothing and he just came to the snowy land to deceive an innocent person. Is this the love he always said?

Qi Jingque suddenly let go of his hand, and a look of heart-breaking pain appeared in his narrow eyes, and he took a step back in a hurry.

My raised hand slowly fell down, before my lower abdomen, with my hands crossed and held each other, my waist straightened, my chin slightly raised, and my voice was like snow floating on the snowy mountain. With the white pear blossoms, it attacked Qi Jingque: "You don't want to die yourself. You are nostalgic about the world and cannot bear the prosperity of the world, but you want her to live. Why do you let me, the biggest master in the snow, play these disgusting tricks with you?"
Chapter completed!