Chapter 299

It doesn't seem to have much difference with Guan Feng.

"Oh, yes." Sinomeni added, "but the saints occasionally visit the branches of Qiyun temple in the lower continents."

"Isn't it boring to stay in Qiyun hall all the time Mo Qingge sighs.

"Cough." Elder Qingteng zhengse said, "Qingge, you can't say this nonsense. The holy daughter of our family has a heavy responsibility. It's fate. She will eventually die for Qiyun hall."

"Why?" She didn't understand.

Why does such a big Qiyun hall need a little saint to sacrifice herself?

"Well, it's well known to the disciples of Qiyun hall." It's no secret, so elder Ivy didn't hide it. "In order to keep the stability of our Qiyun temple for ten thousand years, all the saints of the past dynasties have to sacrifice to Xihuang. Therefore, the saints have to keep their body intact."

These words overturned the cognition of Mo Qingge.

Sacrifice to Xihuang

It sounds like the fate of the virgin is really tragic.

However, listen to the tone of elder Qingteng, the saint should not have left Qiyun hall for a long time.

And Qiyun hall is so harsh on the saint, so it will not tolerate that she is not innocent, and even marry and have children.

Is it true that she misunderstood?

"Qingge, do you doubt that the saint is related to you by blood?" Elder Ivy picked out the implication.

"Empty talk is just imagination." Mo Qingge laughs off.

"When I saw you for the first time, I once thought that you were the daughter of the saint." Sinomeni said sincerely, "but carefully consider it, not to mention that the saint is a woman, even if it is, there are too many differences in this time, it is not right at all."

"What's the difference?"

"I ask you, how old are you this year?" Sinomeni asked carefully.

"Two eight and two." Mo Qingge replied casually.

"That's right." Elder sinomeni nodded slightly, "our saint is ten years older than you. How can she be your mother?"

The virgin is only 28 years old

Mo Qingge's eyebrows are slightly frowning, and her heart is a little lost.

Indeed, she was only about thirty years old when she saw the true face of the saint today.

Maybe, it's just a coincidence.

However, she is still not reconciled, always feel that this matter is not as simple as she imagined.

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After going back, Mo Qingge has been sitting beside the desk in a daze, trance, how can not understand, how to solve this matter.

The age of the saint, and the whereabouts they knew, could not have been her mother.

However, her essence and blood can be perfectly absorbed by the saint. What's the explanation?

If there is no blood relationship, the chance of a stranger who can perfectly absorb her essence and blood is only one in a million.

Besides, the face of the saint had to make her think more.

It's a coincidence.

Is it really just a coincidence?

She didn't quite believe it.

"Song."

Suddenly, a deep male voice came to my ears, which was very pleasant.

Seeing that she was still silent, Gu Mian Mo squatted down in front of her and said faintly, "if you're not happy with what you've done, you can say it. Don't hold it in your heart."

Warm tone, just pull her thoughts back some.

He thought the girl was sulking.

Mo Qingge looked at him and calmly replied, "it's OK."

"What's on Ge'er's mind?" He pursued.

The more calm she was, the more worried he was.

"No Her answer was brief and to the point.

"But you've been ignoring me all day." In the voice line of the evil, there are some helplessness, some resentment.

Mo Qingge suddenly regained his mind, and then he heard his words clearly: "I..."

Gu Mian Mo raised his eyes and looked at her. He brought a plate of exquisite cakes to her face and said, "if you taste the cakes made by Uncle Huang, don't be depressed any more, eh?"

It's a tone of indifference, but it sounds very gentle.

"You made it yourself?" Mo Qingge's heart "clattered" for a moment, and suddenly noticed that his white palm had blood marks, like being cut out by a knife, "your hand..."

"Nothing." He didn't care.

"Uncle Huang, you don't have to work hard for me." Mo Qingge sighed helplessly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He can't even lift his right hand. Only one hand can move and make cakes for her. It's hard for Mo Qingge to imagine how he finished it.

"Try it." Gu quilt ink ice lips micro hook, squat in front of her, personally fed her a piece.

Mo Qingge swallows the cake, pressing the obscurity of the throat and the apex of the heart, with some palpitations.

"Sweet?" He asked.

Mo Qingge nodded her head and didn't speak.

All the words seem to be buried in the bottom of my heart.

"Then why are you still sad?" Gu mianmo is still worried.

Zheng Zheng, Mo Qingge had to chuckle: "Uncle Huang, I'm not unhappy, and I'm not angry with you. It's you who worry too much."

"That's good." Gu Mo looked at her eyes, "if you have something on your mind, tell it to me. Otherwise, I'll feel sad when I see the song."

Mo Qingge bit his lower lip, but he choked back what he wanted to say.

It's just that I don't have to say anything about it.

So, she said with a smile: "I'm ok, just want to medicine, think too much, a little out of mind."

Then, she changed the topic: "Uncle Huang, this cake is really sweet. Try it."

She picked up a piece of cake and sent it to Gu Mian Mo's lips. Seeing that his eyes were slightly compassionate, she stopped.

I almost forgot that uncle Huang doesn't like dessert.

She was about to stop, but Gu mianmo opened her lips slightly and swallowed the cake she sent.

"Uncle Huang, if you don't like it, don't eat it." She stopped saying, "I just want to know why you don't like dessert?"

Gu Mian Mo laughs and doesn't answer.

When I think of the taste of desserts, those bloody and ferocious pictures will flash in my mind, and I feel numb.

There was no other feeling except nausea and numbness.

Originally, it was just a casual question, he did not say, Mo Qingge did not continue to ask.

"Tell me, what are you thinking?" Gu mianmo asked carefully.

If you say it, you will feel better.

Mo Qingge low eyes, and his four eyes relative, looking at his gentle eyes, the heart suddenly steadfast a lot.

So, she saw the saint true appearance of things said out, carefully elaborated the context of the matter.

Even Shangguan Feng and elder Ivy said the details, but also word for word to say to him.

"All these evidences show that the saint is not my mother, but when I diagnose her every day, I feel very uneasy and uncomfortable." Mo Qingge bit his lower lip and said, "maybe, it's a little unwilling."