The scumbag wiped out my entire family, I was reborn to marry the villain prince

Chapter 30 Holy Sacrifice
"Do you know how to use this compound crossbow?" Wuhen suddenly asked.

Lu Qingyu spread his hands and said helplessly, "I have only practiced with crossbows, and this is the first time I have seen a compound crossbow in my life."

After a moment of silence, Wuhen said calmly, "After you get divorced, you can come to me to teach you."

Lu Qingyu was stunned.

Was He Junxuan actively inviting her? Teaching her how to use a compound crossbow?
Lu Qingyu felt her heart beating faster. Was she dreaming?
"Why, is it inconvenient for Miss Lu? Then forget it."

"It is convenient, of course it is convenient, thank you, Your Highness." Lu Qingyu said quickly.

At this time, Wang Chen, who was lying on the ground, groaned in pain a few times, then slowly opened his eyes. When he was about to get up, he found that his hands and feet had been tied tightly.

After struggling for a few times, Wang Chen shouted angrily, "Let me go! You are so brave! Wuhen, don't think that no one can cure you. Don't forget who I belong to!"

Wuhen's eyes were slightly cold, what a noisy guy.

He stood up, half-knelt beside Wang Chen, took out a fan and patted Wang Chen's face, with a hint of sarcasm in his hoarse voice.

"Who do you belong to? Tell me so that Princess Jing can hear it too."

Wang Chen's round face suddenly turned red, but he finally swallowed the threat that was about to come out of his mouth.

If he exposed the person behind him, he would probably be dead for sure.

Lu Qingyu raised his eyebrows slightly. His guess was correct. There was indeed someone behind Wang Chen, otherwise he would not be so arrogant.

However, no matter how she looked at it, Lu Qingyu felt that Wang Chen was a bit stupid. He was impulsive and arrogant, looking down on others, and he was almost stupid enough to betray the master behind him.

"Princess Jing, I will take Wang Chen away first. We will meet again if we are lucky." Wuhen picked up Wang Chen, who was tied up like a dumpling, with one hand.

Before stepping out of the door, Wuhen suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, yes, you will also be there at the Holy Festival tomorrow, so see you tomorrow."

Wang Chen, who was picked up, widened his eyes. Who was this Princess Jing? How could she even participate in the Holy Sacrifice? !

But after being lifted up in the air, he no longer had the strength to speak.

After watching Wuhen leave, Lu Qingyu looked at the compound crossbow again.

What a wonderful treasure! Not only is it exquisitely crafted, but it also unexpectedly earned an invitation from He Junxuan to teach.

It was soon evening, and after Lu Qingyu prepared the medicine for Fahui, she returned to the guest room to rest.

After putting the compound crossbow and quiver into a large black box, Lu Qingyu, exhausted both physically and mentally, soon fell into a deep sleep.

That night, she had the same dream as last night.

It was still the masked man in white, and there was still a sea of ​​blood, but this time there were some more scenes.

She saw the man being stabbed in the left shoulder by an arrow, and then falling heavily into a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

A large number of armored soldiers rushed up and tied up the man with heavy iron chains.

Lu Qingyu rushed over and tried desperately to stop it, but she couldn't control her body and could only watch the man being dragged along by the soldiers.

The bright red blood formed a line on the ground, dazzling scarlet.

Lu Qingyu woke up from her sleep again, and this time she could truly feel the trembling from her soul.

She raised her hand and gently wiped the corners of her eyes, which were slightly moist.

This dream must have really happened.

On the other side, He Junxuan was also having a nightmare.

Day 17. Same dream.

Only this time, there was an extra fragmented scene.

He saw some scenes before entering the dungeon, and it seemed that he was shot in the shoulder with an arrow and then dragged all the way.

The pain is very real, too real to be a dream.*
It started to drizzle as soon as the sky was getting light.

The melodious bell rang three times, and the entire Xuantian Temple came alive.

Lu Qingyu put on the designated white robe that was delivered yesterday and came to the yard.

Monks gradually stood on the roadside, each of them had a solemn expression and said nothing.

Without anyone giving any instructions, all the monks stood in a long line.

Lu Qingyu hesitated for a moment, then joined the team. She looked around, but no one was looking at her.

In other words, everyone kept their heads down and didn't look at each other.

After standing for a full cup of tea, the bell rang again and the team slowly moved.

Lu Qingyu followed the team all the way. In the huge temple, the only sound he could hear was the rustling sound of the soles of shoes rubbing against the ground. No one was talking.

After arriving at a temple, the team stopped and everyone went in one after another and knelt down in the hall in turn.

Neat and tidy, densely packed, but still dead silent.

After an unknown amount of time, the bell rang again.

All the monks knelt down and shouted, "Greetings to the Envoy of Mingkong."

On the high platform at the front of the hall, a boy dressed in holy white clothes walked out. Two beams of dazzling light shone on him from both sides, dazzling and bright.

Looking past the dark crowd of people, Lu Qingyu saw the bright sky above the high platform.

Beside him, Wuhen stood in a white robe with his hands behind his back, the pure silver wolf-head mask flashing coldly in the light and shadow.

A clear and ethereal voice sounded, "Everyone, get up."

Everyone raised their heads but still knelt with their heads bowed.

"For this holy sacrifice, I have invited a new priest, he is--" Mingkong pointed to the man in white robe beside him, "The head of Yingsha Pavilion, Wuhen."

The whole place remained silent.

Wuhen picked up a peculiarly shaped flute and started playing it directly.

A sad and lonely tune sounded. Lu Qingyu looked around and saw that all the monks around him had sad expressions.

What the hell is going on?
The flute sounded lonely and melodious, but Lu Qingyu was still confused.

But soon, she smelled a smell that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

His head gradually became dizzy, but Lu Qingyu still did not give up thinking, as if...
Correct!
It was a special anesthetic gas that her grandmother had used before. It could make people lose consciousness without them noticing. She had used it under her grandmother's guidance when she was traveling with her grandmother.

Lu Qingyu quickly took out a medicine bottle from her bosom and stuffed a scarlet pill under her tongue. This was the antidote left to her by her grandmother, which could keep her awake after inhaling the anesthetic gas.

Lu Qingyu didn't expect that he would need to use the antidote that he hadn't used in several years at this time.

The monks around him began to fall down one by one, with sadness still on their faces.

Lu Qingyu didn't have time to think about it and could only fall down as well.

When the song ended, all the monks fell to the ground.

Lu Qingyu had never expected that the holy sacrifice would be like this, but at this moment she could only pretend to be unconscious and wait for her opportunity.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped beside her.

Through her slightly narrowed eyes, Lu Qingyu saw a pair of slender white hands exploring under her nose.

Soon, a hoarse and calm voice sounded from above, "Stop pretending and get up."

(End of this chapter)