Chapter 731

The goddess looked at Chunsu in a panic. She knelt down fiercely and nervously stretched out her hand to pull Chunsu's clothes: "master, I'm wrong. I won't say this anymore. Don't drive me away? I'm an orphan. Isn't it clear that you saved me? Master, I have no place to go, don't drive me away..."

The eight women looked at each other and said nothing. They understood that no one could influence the decision of the high priest!

"Take it away!" Chunsu lowered her eyes and looked at the endless sky and the undulating coastline in the distance. Her eyes became cold.

"Chunsu! You can't do this to me. I'm the goddess, I'm the goddess of the temple, Chunsu! I love you for so many years. I can't see it if I don't believe you, Chunsu! Why don't you look at me around you? You do it yourself, and you suffer everything! Chunsu, I curse you, I curse that no one will really love you forever! I curse you for being alone until you die The voice of bitterness and resentment lasted for a long time.

Under the attic, those people who had been well were patrolling by copying guys. Listening to the sound, they measured their eyes one after another. The sound suddenly broke. They looked at the attic suspiciously and saw several women in white, and their eyes became particularly bright.

"Look, this pure white color, isn't it the high priest? The high priest is coming!"

"Yes, the high priest knew we were in trouble, so he came over!"

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For the enthusiasm of the people below, the people at the top of the attic were much quieter. The woman in white muttered her lips, half ring, and stood back in place.

A black figure like ink slowly stepped in. Mo Qilin raised his eyebrows, picked up a cup and poured himself a cup of tea. With a muffled smile, he said, "I already have someone I like. It doesn't seem to be of any use to set an example to others?"

Chunsu held a book in his hand. Mo Qilin glanced at it and only saw one book. As for what was in it, he didn't really see it. He just looked at the book. It was a history book.

He raised his eyes and asked with a smile, "why? You also began to read the history books? Are you going to wake up the mistakes of the past?"

Chunsu pursed her lips and just looked at the beach quietly.

Mo Qilin raised his chin, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "speaking of it, your little apprentice has gone to Qihua town. That man has collaborated with the people in the rain killing hall. I guess if your little apprentice falls into the hands of that man, the blood you gave her will also be cleaned up by that man."

Chunsu's eyes were slightly cold, and a cold murderous spirit slowly overflowed in the attic. Chunsu hung his eyes, looked at the mottled ancient book in his hand, and said coldly: "stare at him."

"It's natural. No matter who enters the island, don't try to escape from my palm." Mo Qilin nodded proudly. He is Wang Zun's assassination leader. Every move of the whole Huangdao is controlled in his palm! Nothing can escape from his palm!

Chunsu droops his eyes and gently taps his fingertips on the history book with thick cover. Maybe he really should take a good look at the history book again. In more than 100 years, a person's memory will become blurred, but the obsession in his heart is still there. The temple was originally the main palace of the imperial palace. Later, the temple moved to the top.

In fact, every place in the temple was loved by Emperor Wenyuan. The magnolias in the forest, the corridor overlooking the sunset, the star watching tower that can make people dance, and the flowers, plants and fish in the rockery and flowing water were planted by Emperor Wenyuan.

Mo Qilin raised his eyebrows and reminded him, "there are hidden murders in Qihua town. Really don't you have to save her? If something happens to your little apprentice, I think someone will be distressed."

"She has her way to go. I can't protect her all her life after all. It's better to have a good experience." Chunsu's tone is a little long, with some depression and loneliness. Mo Qilin's cold eyes provoked her and smiled.

"Since I want to experience, I'll add another fire!"

Chunsu looked at the ink that disappeared from the attic and slowly opened the history book in her hand. She was as smart as song Ningyu. She could not understand some things for a while, but she would not never understand them. All he had to do was wait quietly, and a slightly fishy cold wind blew away Chunsu's covered shark gauze, A face seven points similar to song Ningyu was exposed.

All the women in white were shocked at the sight of heaven and man. They all hung their eyes and couldn't see it.

They also rarely see the pure face. The pure white hair is tangled with the slightly fishy sea breeze. Women come forward one after another, take care of the messy hair for him, and sweep their eyes at the book. The light of their eyes is slightly dark. They respectfully step back and quietly guard beside him.

Chunsu's hand slowly touched the face. The king of Jingfeng was not very similar to the emperor Wenyuan, but there was a faint sense of temperament in his eyebrows and eyes. He was very same. I don't know if he had stayed together for a long time, so he was so same.

Chunsu slammed the book in his hand and said in a deep voice, "go back to the temple."

Back to the temple, I have to pass Qihua town. The women look down and know it, but they never say it. Some things are not suitable to say!

Looking at the golden sunset comparable to the sunrise, Chunsu saw that the twilight was slightly heavy and the sea breeze was cold. At this time, song Ningyu and his party must have arrived in Qihua town!

Qihua town is not very unusual. In Qihua Town, it seems that it has not been bitten by the spider. Everything has become calm and flat. The eight horse carriage has been reduced by four. Song Ningyu, Feng, he lianxingxiao and Xiao Yixian are about to have a look at the seven color flowers, so they took the carriage

Along the way, there are seven color flowers planted on the big valley path and the long streets. The little doctor looked at the seven color flowers and nodded all the way. Now it's an eventful autumn. It's just dusk. Looking at the past from a distance, you can see a calm color. There are only lights counting points on the long street of Qingshiban. There is no one else.

Even the lights in the room went out. The little doctor stared at the rooms that had turned out the lights and was puzzled: "it is worthy of being the treasure land of the xuanlin ancestors of generations of medicine! There are seven colored flowers to protect them. Those spiders are not bored. Come here to die. Why do they hide like mice one by one?"

He Lianxing smiled and nodded in Song Ningyu's suspicious eyes and explained: "this was originally the place where the first generation of the xuanlin clan made a fortune. The xuanlin clan was originally a generation of doctors, but the talents have withered recently, so those exquisite medical skills have been lost."

Now xuanlin is just a clan leader and a sick young lady who can only use small lightness skills. The Yin division poison on the young lady is even more extraordinary. How can she have the strength to practice medicine again?