The high priest's beautiful and delicate face slowly emerged with rosy appearance, and his eyes stuck to his eyes, one glance for thousands of years.

My heart was like a storm, straddling between them, stopping me, screaming desperately, and ripping my throat, and I couldn't cut off the look of the high priest looking at him.

A hint of force appeared slightly at the corner of Qi Jingque's mouth, and he supported his slender hands on the ground, supported himself, and looked at the high priest.

I screamed in despair, but the high priest couldn't hear a word.

Qi Jingque stood up tremblingly, and the high priest quickly helped her with his hands, and he used a skill to drive her body and fell into the hot spring pool.

The natural carving of lotus from the water is enough to make anyone in the world feel moved, but it does not fall into Qi Jingque's eyes, nor into his heart.

I fell to the edge of the pool, full of frustration, and the fog that emerged from the hot spring moistened my eyes, making it impossible for me to tell whether I was in a dream or in reality, and I could not tell whether I was a high priest from southern Xinjiang or a ginger wine that had come back from the dead.

The picture suddenly changed. Qi Jingque was wearing a red robe and a wooden hairpin holding his ink hair. He strolled in the palace of the cave, as if he was strolling in his own kingdom.

He walked for about half an hour and found a side hall in the huge palace in an innocent way. He stood at the door of the side hall and said to the side hall: "I haven't found the art of resurrection from the dead. Are you lying to me?"

A hoarse and old voice came from the side hall: "I will never lie to you. How can this kind of magic trick on earth be easily shown to others? The direction you are looking for is incorrect."

"Isn't it okay to get close to the high priest?" Qi Jingque asked: "She is the lord of the Snowland Holy Mountain and controls everything on the Holy Mountain. Why is the direction in the wrong way?"

"The direction is not wrong, but your method is wrong." The old and hoarse voice smiled strangely: "High priest, Lord of Snow Mountain, everything is in her hands, her hands."

Qi Jingque was silent for a moment, his eyes were as sharp as a thorn: "I understand, I will change my strategy again. If I still can't find it, I will kill you."

The old and hoarse voice was full of confidence: "Of course."

Qi Jingque turned around and penetrated my body, and strode away. I headed straight to the side hall. The side hall was pitch black and I couldn't see anything without reaching out.

I tried to lift my foot in. The door seemed to be an invisible door blocking me. I couldn't penetrate it and could only wander outside.

I knocked with my hands, and the sound of knocking out the door came.

But there is no door, and the weird scene is not controlled by me at all.

I ended in failure. When I turned around and wanted to leave, my shoulder suddenly weighed down and I felt a cold hand pressing on my shoulder, stopping the pace I was about to take.

The cold and coldness suddenly came from my shoulders to my limbs and bones. The cold breathing was in my ears, like the air conditioning coming out of ice, hitting my ears.

"Ha!" The old voice laughed like a ghost.

My body is as stiff as ice, and I dare not move or look back. The cold touch is too real.

"High Priest." Teacher Cang's voice shouted with a meaningful and resentful voice: "It's just a girl with no hair. She was chosen by that monster. She thought she could save all living beings?"

"There are so vast that she can save her, but she is a little girl. I hope you like the gift I have prepared for you, a manly person."

I slowly turned my head and saw no one. I saw a black fog. A skull-like face appeared in the black fog, grinning with my teeth and grinning.

I didn't know where I got the courage to slowly stretch out my hand and touched the skeleton-like head in the black fog. As soon as my hand touched the black fog, it sucked me in as if it was attractive.

I suddenly fell into the darkness, and could not see any light. No light was in the darkness. Fear spread to my heart, as if I fell into an ice cave and covered it instantly, and it was called every day and the earth was not effective.

I tried my best to find the exit like a headless fly, but I ran into a wall everywhere. I screamed in despair and suddenly flipped off the bed.

"You're awake."

A gust of wind passed by, and Si Qingsha appeared beside my bed and landed on my bed. The brown eyes floated with ice.

I turned my head and avoided the hand he reached out, wiped the cold sweat from my forehead. It was already dark, and there was a swaying candlelight in the room at some point.

His hands stopped in the air and then placed them on his legs, with a cold fragrance on his body, penetrated into the tip of my nose, some like snow and some like ice.

"What are you doing here? Are you also suspicious of me?" I sat upright and touched the porcelain pillow behind. As long as it was against me, I would smash the porcelain pillow in my hand at him.

"You are not her." Si Qingsha said expressionlessly: "You are not her."

I was shocked. I could hide it from Si Xuanji, but not him. What flaws appeared?

"I'm not her, who am I?" I asked back without any trouble on my face.

Si Qingsha's hand on his legs raised it back and landed on my chest: "I said before that you were her and she was you. I thought a fire could make you completely become her again."

"It seems that I was just a whim. You didn't completely become her. You just unblocked some memories. Your current memories are the memories of two people."

I opened his hand casually, and shouted: "Rareless, who gave you the courage to question me like this?"

My hand was beaten red by me, my fingertips were slightly white and slowly closed, my circle was clenched into fists, my long eyelashes trembled, my eyes were low, and my hoarse voice was cold: "It's not a question, it's a fact, but that's fine. My Highness is too simple and kind. You are her and she is you. If you two have the personalities of you, no one will bully her, and she will not drag her home when she sees the injured beast."

"Save the snake and was bitten by the snake, so some people are not worthy of his highness's extra glance."

This is the longest sentence he said since I got to know him.

But I had a question in my heart. I was resurrected from the dead for a few days after I was burned to death. But in my dream, Qi Jingque arrived at the Snow Mountain Holy Land after I died.

But I woke up three days after my death. Even if he used flying, he would not be able to reach the border of southern Xinjiang. How could he appear in the Snow Mountain Holy Land?

What went wrong?

Is anyone trying to use me as the high priest of southern Xinjiang to deliberately tamper with my memory and bring the memories of the high priest of southern Xinjiang into my mind?

Thinking of this, my body suddenly fell towards Si Qingsha. The smell of ice and snow on his body became clearer, and his face made me more familiar, as if he was guarding my bed day and night.

And I know that this is a memory that does not belong to me, a memory that belongs to the high priest of the southern Xinjiang.

I slowly opened my mouth and filled with ripples: "Zuoshi, do you like me, like the high priest of the southern border you regard as God."

As soon as I finished speaking, he blew up and I was overturned from the bed. His eyes were filled with the unshaved snow and snow, and they came to me: "Rareless, who is going to slander her?"
Chapter completed!