Chapter 1002

The scar on the high priest's face has not been healed, but his beautiful face is still very cold now. He looks at Jiang Xuecheng like a poisonous snake.

"You think you won? No, you've lost! "

The high priest's voice did not fall, the green pipe into her artery, dripping blood splashed on the translucent glass column, a mottled bloodstain!

She wants to die!

River snow city Huoran a surprise!

Jiang Xuecheng immediately wanted to stop the high priest's behavior, but through the translucent glass column, no one could break through the barrier and directly rescue her!

And the high priest's heartrending smile on his deathbed was as neurotic as ever, and there was no more sense in him!

The high priest's face was stained with blood. At such a moment, her delicate facial features had a strange sense of horror.

"Ha ha, you'll never know..."

Originally, she wanted to tell Jiang Xuecheng that his and Su Wan's children were not dead, but it's good to bury this secret with her forever?!

The rest of the staff here have been dealt with, and those who had participated in the child have been dealt with mercilessly by the high priest!

……

With the loss of blood from the body, the high priest suddenly felt the darkness in front of him.

After ridiculing Jiang Xuecheng wildly, the high priest suddenly found that the figure of Jiang Xuecheng and those staff members was clear, but now it turned into a group of small black spots which were constantly shaking.

This Is it the feeling of dying?

The high priest's already powerless hand gradually dropped, her eyes were empty, as if she did not feel in this cold laboratory.

But back to the girlhood, that beautiful closed manor.

She saw that she was flying a kite with her sister.

The girl, who looked exactly like herself, but had no tears in the corner of her right eye, looked up at the sky happily and ran like the wind with her slender fingers holding the kite string.

And I stand by the stream uninteresting, watching my sister agitate the kite she made by herself, and shake it with her bare hands.

Is that fun?

The priest, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, thought.

And the kite broke the line and flew all the way across the stream to the distant mountains.

I looked at my sister hesitantly.

"Don't you send someone to pick it up? You worked hard to make kites for days

The girl who looked like herself shook her head and showed a smile that the high priest couldn't understand. It seemed lonely and comforting.

"Why let such a place tie my kite? It's ok if it flies out. "

My sister gazed at the kite, which had been drifting farther and farther away, and her voice was low.

"The sky is vast, if only I could leave here with that kite..."

But at the age of fifteen or sixteen, the girl's eyes were gloomy.

The picture of the past is like a fleeting glance. The high priest's mind is slightly astringent, probably on the verge of death. She only feels that the past is clear.

When she grew up, she took over the whole family and became a priestess respected by thousands of people, while her sister was identified as a dead person in the holy palace.

Only the high priest knew that the elder sister was not dead, but was sent to such a distant place by her.

So, far away in that distant time and space sister, at the moment is happy?

Even if you give up your identity, even if you give up your talent, there are so many trivial things to worry about.

Even if there is no longer the glory that thousands of people admire, even if it can't be the person praised by the whole family

Therefore, to be a woman, to be a mother.

Therefore, the face is no longer, the years are old.

Ah Is it all worth it?!

The girl's self and sister disappeared, but there was a trace of nostalgia in the eyes of the high priest.

In her life, she was entangled with power and power. She thought that she could get rid of the worldly life, old age and death, and become the God on the cloud.

However, he who thought he could control all the situations would die alone in such a moment.

The high priest never shed tears in his life, but at this moment, a drop of cold tears came down from the corner of his eyes.

Across the blurred vision, she finally looked at the young man outside the glass column. Her face was cold, and there was a sister between her eyebrows and eyes.

Oh, goodbye.

This young man, who was regarded as his nephew, finally forced her to be desperate.

……

This woman is just crazy!

No one thought that the high priest would choose such a decisive way to end his life!

After all, who doesn't know that the high priest is the one who cherishes his life most?!

Jiang Xuecheng was terrified. He couldn't believe shaking the entrance of the glass column, but everything was too late.He watched helplessly as the body of the high priest collapsed, and his clothes were dyed scarlet, just like manzhusha in hell.

Jiang Xuecheng's body vibrated violently.

Unexpectedly

So dead?

How can it be!

How can Just die like this?!

Jiang Xuecheng's dark pupil was enlarged more than twice. He couldn't believe it and looked at the body that had no breath.

I just feel as if my neck is pinched by someone, and I can't speak.

Although he hated the high priest, he did not want to end his life in such a hurry!

Su Wan's chk-3 virus has no other solution, he and Su Wan how to return to the original world!

Are these things buried in the dust with the death of the high priest?!

Strong emotional fluctuations make Jiang Xuecheng almost some crazy impulse!

He almost wanted to reach out and touch the high priest's throat, trying to see if she was really dead or pretending to be. The medical staff in white coats nearby cried out in a hurry.

"Your Highness! Don't touch the body of the priestess

"She has been infected with chk-3 virus. If you touch it, although it doesn't work for you, it will inevitably bring germs to harm others!"

"Yes, it's better to cremate her body."

They all said that the wall fell down and the people pushed, but when the high priest died, those people turned back so quickly, or let Jiang Xuecheng feel pity.

Jiang Xuecheng immediately turned around when he heard those people's words. He looked around the doctors in white coats and sneered coldly from his nose.

"Now you're starting to be compassionate and stop spreading chk-3? Why didn't you know that this kind of behavior was totally ungrateful when we first developed it? "

Feeling the cold and fierce momentum of Jiang Xuecheng, everyone was silent.

Obviously, after witnessing the suicide of the high priest, Jiang Xuecheng's mood fluctuated greatly, and others could not be provoked.

Just when the atmosphere was in a deadlock, the dark night, which had been drugged, opened his eyelids with some difficulty.

He wakes up.