When I heard this, I immediately sat up straight: "Why did Aya kill him? What kind of thing did he do that both humans and gods have indignant? Aya couldn't tolerate it?"

Cang Yan silently said, "The right envoy protects His Highness, and the left envoy said that Aya was punishing him, and his tail was 7749. If he couldn't kill him, he could return to His Highness."

Si Qingsha is lip service to me this time?

When did he have the courage to start to go against my opinion?

I lifted the quilt and jumped on the bed, and the curtain floated: "You go outside and wait for me for a while."

Cang Yan didn't dare to raise his head, so he knelt down and retreated, got up three steps back and turned around and left.

Before I could get to the closet room, Si Sizi held the clothes and asked me to change them.

There should have been three people serving me to change clothes, but now she is only one. I have to say that it is an extremely unwise approach for her to remove the other two people silently.

I am a high priest from southern Xinjiang and understand the rules of the Snow Mountain Holy Land. She obviously does not regard me as a high priest, or she is lucky. Perhaps I had contact with her before, and she thinks I am not cruel enough and has no threat.

Aya slapped her so lightly.

Instead of being afraid of her, she was more bold and interesting.

I opened my arms, took off my clothes, and put on new ones for me one by one.

The beautiful red skirt is embroidered with a dark patterned python, quiet and mysterious with a hint of weirdness.

His hair fell to his ankles, and after washing, he walked out.

The red carpet outside had been taken away. My right envoy was kneeling at the door, and his back was bleeding from Aya's sucking. The blood had turned into ice, just around him kneeling.

Si Qingkong was gone, but I knew he was hiding in the dark, and as long as I called him, it would appear.

Without the saint whom I was satisfied with, I could only get close to the young master of Cangyan Witch City. I asked him: "How many have you smoked now?"

Cang Yan was surprised in a low voice: "If you don't ask Aya to stop quickly, you really have to hit forty-nine times? The right envoy will be beaten to death."

My mouth was full of confidence and raised its corners: "How biased are you in my understanding of me? I think that if I don't agree with him to die, he will be killed?"

Cang Yan was speechless by me and grabbed the back of his head with his hands: "Ah, I forgot that Your Highness is the most powerful person in southern Xinjiang, and no one can compare to Your Highness."

I smiled sideways, and his face instantly turned red with the monkey's butt on the mountainside, and he didn't dare to look directly into my eyes.

What a cute boy, Lang, who can't help but want to tease him.

He stood on tiptoe and patted his head, then moved and squatted in front of Si Xuanji.

Aya's wind's tail was bloody every time, making him slim and his eyes turn red.

I supported my chin with my hands, looked at him, and asked innocence, "Does it hurt?"

Si Xuanji shook his head slowly, and blood was splattered from the corners of his mouth. As he spoke, blood was everywhere in his mouth: "It doesn't hurt, your highness quickly leave, don't splash all over his body."

"No." I said to him with a smile: "Aya will not let the dirty blood splatter on me, don't worry."

His pupils shrank slightly, and the respect in his eyes was like a surging river: "It's the best, and I am most afraid of smearing Your Highness's skirt."

I blinked and became more innocent: "How did you bear the unfavorable crime of protecting the Lord? What kind of thing did you do to me that both man and God have you done?"

Si Xuanji pursed his lips tightly in the face of my question, resisting negatively, and was unwilling to tell me.

The scar I rubbed on my wrist, and my intuition told me that I had lost something was related to the scar on my wrist. I knew it and chose to speak in unison and not tell me.

It's really a headache. I don't like others hiding it from me, and I don't like myself to guess like a fool. It's not as interesting as living on a snow mountain.

"If you don't say it, don't say it. I will talk about it when you figure it out." I stood up on my legs with my hands, stepped on the snow barefoot, walked to the edge of the cliff, and looked at the dreamy snow scene under the cliff.

The winter wind blew up my hair, and the jade pieces and bells on my hair made pleasant sounds.

Cang Yan stood beside me and looked down: "Your Highness, aren't you cold?"

I stretched out my hand and gestured: "I am the master of the Snow Mountain Holy Land. Only others are trembling when I see me, how can I be cold?"

If you get used to it, you won’t be cold anymore. Year after year, I have become resistant to all poisons and are above any poison.

"There is still green at the spring at the foot of the mountain. The snow on the mountain does not melt all year round. Isn't it really cold?" Cang Yan couldn't help but feel heartache in his words.

"You stupid kid!" I reached out and rubbed his head: "I don't know the meaning of cold at all, so don't speculate on it."

"Your Highness." My voice fell down and Si Sizi called me: "Your right envoy fainted."

I looked sideways and Si Xuanji was lying in a pool of blood. Aya rolled in the snow, cleaning up the blood on its tail.

I walked over and let Cangyan carry him in.

Put it in his cave, his back was covered in blood and blood, and there was no way to see it.

Others lay on the stone bed and vented little, as if they could die anytime and anywhere.

I looked at his back calmly, stretched out my hand and touched it, and my hands were covered in blood. I said to Cang Yan, "Cang Yan, look at him for me, I'll find some medicine."

"I'll go with you..."

I frowned, and he didn't finish his words and ended abruptly.

I put down my hand and turned around and left. The blood on my hand was covered by Si Xuanji, and it dripped all the way to the place where I raised the Gu.

The insects in a pit were squirming densely. I bent over and reached into my bloody hand. The insects inside were tumbling and jumped into my hand one after another.

In a short while, my hands were filled with insects. I was about to turn around and leave. When I got a little bit higher, I was hanging in the air. When I realized that I was pressed against the stone wall.

With the light of light in the cave, I saw clearly that the person who was against me was the eunuch Beiling who should have been thrown at the foot of the mountain.

He held my wrist and swung it hard, trying to throw the bug lying on my hand out.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that these insects were raised by me, and they were medicinal guides. They could get close to me, just like moths flying into a flame. Even though they knew they were dead, they would still fly over, but they would not leave after flying over.

He shook my hand for a long time, and when the insects were not moving, he hurriedly said, "Jiu'er, these insects will kill you. They are all highly toxic."

I looked at his pale face, anxious eyes, and smiled playfully: "Jingque, I am really not your wife, you have recognized the wrong person."

"Your beloved, I have resurrected you, right by your side. Do you know who it is, and why don't you go to find her, and why do I disturb my life again and again?"

Qi Jingque ignored me and hugged me tightly: "There is no one else, only you, you are my sweetheart, you are my wife, and no one else."
Chapter completed!