Chapter 792

The big Dharma protector's eyes were a little red and vaguely excited.

"The high priest is only twenty-seven years old now. He has made a dream for the snow emperor. He is even more convinced that it is true. His majesty, should this account be settled with his majesty by the Dharma protector?"

Song Ningyu stepped back fiercely and looked at the great Dharma protector standing quietly in the light of the lamp. The pure white clothes were fluttering and flying by the cold and sharp wind. There was a strong murderous spirit and hatred on that beautiful face.

Song Ningyu was stunned for a long time before she found her voice. She asked coldly, "what do you mean!"

The Dharma protector proudly raised his eyebrows: "what do you mean? If the high priest is only 27 years old, how can he be as old as 100 years old? In order to protect you, the snow emperor led a dream to the high priest, which made the high priest believe that it was true to protect you all your life, and forced the high priest to lose his head overnight. Song Ningyu, if it weren't for the snow emperor, the high priest wouldn't be like this now!"

The high Dharma protector has followed the high priest for the longest time. Everything is completed by the high Dharma protector. She knows the high priest best.

Song Ningyu stepped back, clenched his fist tightly and asked coldly, "how are you doing?"

She said why the high priest was obsessed with her, I see! Because of a dream, because of her mother, a dream introduced by the snow emperor to the high priest, a nonexistent past and present life! Who should she trust now?

The fierce wind fanned song Ningyu's face like a knife. Her face became more and more pale. When she retreated, she almost couldn't stand stably. One hand supported the building burned into ruins, and her hand touched the cold snow. Song Ningyu suddenly came back to her senses.

The Dharma protector immediately forced song Ningyu to his body and said with a cold smile, "don't you know what I do to your majesty? Your majesty, huangquan road is cold. The priest is afraid of the dark. Your majesty, go down and accompany her!"

The sword in the big Dharma protector's hand was sharp. The smooth white sword flashed a cold light. Song Ningyu hurried back and avoided the sword. There were not many people in the heavenly palace. After all, it was difficult for people to come up. Moreover, even the maidservant with water in the heavenly palace knew martial arts. Who else could break in without authorization?

After a few moves, song Ningyu found that she was defeated by the Dharma protector! So she had to fight and retreat. The Dharma protector wouldn't give her this opportunity. She was ruthless and wanted song Ningyu's life.

Song Ningyu was so distracted that she couldn't meet the enemy wholeheartedly. For a moment, she retreated step by step. She was forced to the edge of the cliff. The long sword in the Dharma protector's hand was stained with blood. Her face became more and more ferocious. Looking at Song Ningyu, she smiled more and more arrogant: "song Ningyu, go to death, go to death! Huangquan road is cold, go with the priest!"

Song Ningyu is sure that the previous ones are actually illusions. The reason why she did this is to attract her attention. Then she came alone. Finally, the great Dharma protector waited until this day. Song Ningyu didn't bring anyone. This is a corner in the northwest. Everyone said that they were very evil. As a result, fewer people came!

The terrain in the heavenly palace is uneven and extremely broad. There is still a long distance from the East bedroom Hall of song Ningyu in the northwest, so the fighting here did not lead those people to the past. Song Ningyu returned the hairpin to Gong Zilin, so her weapon is only silver needles. The number of silver needles is limited!

Another knife crossed song Ningyu's arm. Song Ningyu rolled on the spot and avoided the sword stabbed into his heart. His eyes were cold and sharp: "great Dharma protector, I don't know about this. Besides, the high priest has gone, why don't you put it down!"

The ferocious face of the Dharma protector was even more murderous. She coldly hooked the corner of her lips and shouted: "before Huang Xue didn't lead a dream, the person in the high priest's heart was me! If you hadn't changed your way against the sky, the high priest wouldn't be today! Song Ningyu, you deserve to die!"

Song Ningyu was slightly stunned. Today's great Dharma protector looked only in his twenties. However, how to explain the sixteen or seventeen year old Zhao yin? In fact, the real age of Dharma protector can be seen from the wrinkles around her eyes.

She raised her eyebrows and asked, "have you got paranoia?" she even imagined that the high priest had her in his heart?

"You are the ones with paranoia! Go to the funeral!" the sword in the big Dharma protector's hand hit song Ningyu again. Song Ningyu covered the wound on his arm, and the silver needle at his fingertip waved hard towards the big Dharma protector. The silver needle was so fierce with the force of thunder that the big Dharma protector had to give up the sword that assassinated song Ningyu.

Song Ningyu took advantage of the wind to blow to the big Dharma protector. A bottle of white powder was poured out in his hand. The big Dharma protector running internal power couldn't move, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

She glared at Song Ningyu coldly and said, "song Ningyu! You..."

"Needless to say, the great Dharma protector doesn't have to say anything. I already know everything. No matter who was wrong at the beginning, why don't you hold on to it now that our ancestors are buried? The great Dharma protector actually called Caiwei inadvertently on the night when the priest is going to go." so song Ningyu understood in her heart what kind of feelings the high priest has for her, Song Ningyu didn't want to investigate again.

She is only grateful. It's enough for Chunsu to treat her so wholeheartedly.

Why go to the bottom of what we shouldn't have known? Yes, maybe it's not as beautiful as you think.

Caiwei

Pick the micro, pick the micro, and stop the micro. Say return, and don't stop the years.

This is a name that the high priest once named for her. He said, I regard you as a friend. He said, if I die with my heart, may I live in friendship.

My friend... In fact, he has always been a friend.

All those self righteous, once broken. After nearly 20 years of company, once it was broken, the Dharma protector angrily lost a long sword to his heart.

She spewed out a mouthful of blood and slowly crawled towards the ruins. She opened her mouth hard and lay down in the ruins. Her lukewarm blood melted the cold snow. The snow-white ground showed mottled blood. She slowly wiped the blood on her lips and opened her mouth to song Congyu.

"Please, your majesty, cremate me here. Huangquan road is cold. I wish... To accompany the priest."

Song Ningyu laboriously stood up and nodded faintly. She went to the Dharma protector lying in the ruins, laboriously squatted down, stretched out her hand and wiped her staring eyes down: "dust to dust, earth to earth, and gratitude and resentment dissipated."

At this time, those people rushed over in a hurry and stared at the mottled blood on the ground. The leader of the imperial forest army knelt behind song Ningyu and said in a deep voice: "it's too late for my subordinates to help!"

Lianqing hurried over after listening to the news. She exclaimed, ran to song Ningyu's side and roared at the people behind her: "what are you doing? Don't go to ask for a doctor!"