Transmigrating into a Doll Princess: Pink Princess

He was anxious about Long Fuyue's whereabouts, but since Long Fuyue disappeared mysteriously, it must be related to this period of old history.

If you don't understand this period of history, I'm afraid it will not be easy to find the two of them.

So although he was burning with anxiety, he could only watch it patiently.

The picture on the mirror stone has changed again, and the background behind it is still the hall.

But it is the scene in the hall. [

The white marble statue has already been made. It looks like the high priest Xuanyuan, but it has no face.

At the foot of the stone statue, there are dozens of ordinary men in the world. These men are sitting there in a strange posture, their faces are full of fear, as if they can't move at all.

There was a flash of struggle in the dark eyes of High Priest Xuanyuan, but he finally said: "For the fate of the Nuwa clan, I have to wrong you all. I will save you well."

The faces of those people were terrified.

It seems that he doesn't understand why the always benevolent high priest would say such a thing.

High Priest Xuanyuan didn't explain anymore.

Stretching out his hand, a small knife engraved with complicated patterns appeared in his palm.

He fell to the ground, clasped his hands together, and muttered something.

The small knife in his hand turned into countless sharp blades, and the sound of "Pu Pu Pu Pu" could be heard endlessly.

The men's chests erupted with spurts of blood, and those men couldn't make a sound, just fell down like this.

But the blood bursting from their chests did not condense.

Converged into a stream of blood in the air, condensed into a big paintbrush, flying on the jade statue.

The paintbrush made of blood was like a sharp carving knife, and amidst the flying stone chips, the face of the jade statue finally appeared.

Lifelike and detailed.

The appearance is not different from that of High Priest Xuanyuan, except that his eyes are closed.

It's like drawing the dragon's eye...

High Priest Xuanyuan's face was pale, and it was obvious that he had used quite a lot of mana.

He didn't heave a long sigh of relief until the blood pen finally drew the last stroke.

Staring blankly at the 81 corpses on the ground, he smiled miserably. [