The rebirth of the poisonous girl is back

Chapter 298
Xuan Siye rubbed his forehead, "Forget it, I will do a divination to measure the direction, so that you can quickly find the blood sacrifice virgin."

Lan Su's complexion changed suddenly, "The high priest must not do it. You have been weak recently. Once you do divination, you will lose a lot of essence. If the damage is serious, you will directly kill yourself."

Xuan Siye's translucent face showed a weak and sick look, but his golden pupils were like a pool of ice water, with a sinister aura, "Then can you guarantee that you will find the blood sacrifice virgin before the full moon night?"

Lan Su was silent.

The servant immediately fetched the ancient tortoise shell used by the high priest for divination.

Lan Su personally supported Xuan Siye to the astrologer.

After a series of cumbersome rituals, the divination was completed, but in exchange Xuan Siye vomited blood, fainted and fell to the ground.

"The High Priest—"

Lan Su didn't dare to say anything, quietly carried Xuan Siye back to Biluo Palace, and immediately put his finger on his pulse.

After a while, his brows furrowed tightly.

In vain, he carefully dispensed medicine every day to help the high priest maintain his health, but he didn't expect that he would fall short in the end because of a hexagram, and the damage was so serious that it affected the root cause.

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The high priest was seriously ill, and this matter was related to the national destiny of southern Xinjiang. Lan Su didn't dare to let the monarch know about it. He excused that the high priest would have to retreat for several months, and locked Xuan Siye into a secret room, where he drank his breath day and night with soup and medicine.

The last group of people who were sent out to search for the blood sacrifice virgins were looking for them based on the directions provided by Xuan Siye.

On the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, they brought a woman back, bathed and burned incense in advance according to the requirements of the blood priest, and put on bridal makeup.

Xuan Siye's disease, Xuanzai ordinary doctors can't see the clue, it's because ordinary medicine stones can't solve one or two, but it's not unsolvable at all, it's just that he hasn't been able to figure out the way.

Xuan Siye's master was not willing to spit it out until before he died, saying that there was a medicine missing in Lan Su's prescription, and this medicine Yin was the most important thing. The virgin performed the ancient blood sacrifice on the night of the full moon, and ate the blood after the sacrifice to restrain the evil spirit in his body. Fame, but not broken.

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Mo Xiaoyu sat in the wedding room full of joy, her hands were cut behind her back, her mouth was stuffed with a cloth ball, and she couldn't speak. She struggled twice and found that the rope was tied very carefully, and the more she struggled, the tighter it became.

She quieted down and sorted out the whole thing.

She and her senior brother came here because they were attracted to the capital, and they planned to have a good time here before going back. Unexpectedly, a group of people were killed halfway, and they knocked down the senior brother first, and then stunned her with drugs, and brought her to this place. Inexplicable place.

From the time when she visited the hall just now, her head has been covered by the red hijab, so she couldn't tell where she was, let alone who was visiting with her. The only thing she could feel was that there were no guests at the wedding banquet, and the whole process was safe and sound. It was quiet, and the person visiting her hall did not say a single word except for coughing twice.

Mo Xiaoyu remembered that senior brother often said that people outside would use brides to celebrate the sick or dying people. Could it be that he was kidnapped like this?
The door was pushed open with a "squeak", and someone walked in slowly.

Mo Xiaoyu listened intently with her ears upright. Although the footsteps of this person were light, her breathing was sometimes shallow and sometimes heavy, slightly wheezing, and obviously weak.

Hearing the sound of him approaching, Mo Xiaoyu's heart was raised.

Her martial arts are good, but the person who kidnapped her drugged her, so she couldn't use any moves.

The closer the footsteps came, the tighter her hands clenched.

The hijab was lifted by a slender and cold hand, Mo Xiaoyu was planning to fight to the death with the other party, but was stunned when he saw the other party's face clearly.

What kind of face is that?

The bones are made of pure jade, and the soul is made of ice and snow. The evil energy from the corners of his brows and eyes flowed into those unique golden pupils, turning into a coldness like stagnant water. It is probably because of his long-term illness that his face has a clarity that ordinary people cannot match. cool white.

Mo Xiaoyu couldn't help shivering, feeling inexplicably sad in his heart, and at the same time panicked.

When the other party saw her, he gave her a cursory glance at first, then his eyes froze for a moment, and his eyebrows were slightly drawn together.

He stretched out his hand involuntarily, and delicately stroked her picturesque eyebrows with his white but cool fingertips. He had clearly never done this before, but he seemed to have practiced it thousands of times before.

Feeling his cool fingertips, Mo Xiaoyu panicked in her heart, she leaned back, trying to avoid his touch.

Xuan Siye removed the cloth ball from her mouth, and raised her thin lips lightly, "You are quite a delicate doll bride, and it is not in vain for me to waste my energy to search for it."

This seat?Divination?
Mo Xiaoyu was shocked, could this person in front of him be Xuan Siye, the high priest who even respected the monarch of Southern Border?

Looking at him, she was speechless for a moment.

Xuan Siye had no patience, and quickly looked away, his voice was still cold and indifferent, "After tonight, you and I will be husband and wife. From now on, you will be born as a person of this seat, and will die as a ghost of this seat. Your fate can only be determined by this seat." Seat dominates."

"No!" Mo Xiaoyu hurriedly said: "You must have made a mistake, I am not the real bride, I am just a little girl who followed my brother down the mountain, not a daughter of a famous family, it is impossible for you to be looking for people."

Xuan Siye squinted her eyes, with a dangerous look in her eyes, and clamped her jaw tightly with two fingers, "You still haven't understood what I mean."

Mo Xiaoyu stared at him in horror, and said with difficulty, "I...I'm really not."

"Huh?" Xuan Siye increased his strength in his hands, and his face was full of hostility, "Do you know what happens when you disobey me?"

"High Priest." Mo Xiaoyu shouted in desperation, "You and I have never met, why do you want to kill me?"

"Harming you?" Xuan Siye suddenly sneered, "There are countless people lining up in southern Xinjiang to marry me. It is your honor that I have taken a fancy to you."

Mo Xiaoyu gritted her teeth bitterly, and tilted her head, "I want to go home!"

"This is your home."

His tone was cold and decisive, without giving Mo Xiaoyu any chance to argue.

Soon someone came and took Mo Xiaoyu to the altar.

Looking at the altar representing the supreme mystery and solemnity in front of him, and feeling the gusts of wind around him, Mo Xiaoyu suddenly woke up. It turned out that he had thought too simply. This was not a joy at all, but more like a legend ... Blood Priest!

If it was Chongxi, she still had hope to live, but if it was a blood priest, Xuan Siye would have to drink up all her blood, and by then, let alone survive, it was unknown whether her body could be preserved.

Eyes widened suddenly, Mo Xiaoyu knelt on the high platform, looking at Xuan Siye who climbed up the stairs, with a terrified expression, "High Priest, please let me go."

Xuan Siye stopped in front of her, leaned over and lifted her chin, pursing her red lips, "It's late!"

Mo Xiaoyu was not willing to become a sacrifice, and while Xuan Siye was walking away, she struggled desperately, broke free from the rope with her newly recovered physical strength and jumped off the altar with a hundred steps high.

Xuansi Yetong's pupils narrowed suddenly, the white shadow flashed, and he jumped down the altar. Although he caught Mo Xiaoyu in the end, he vomited blood and fainted again due to excessive exhaustion. The brocade white shirt bloomed like the other side Red lotus-like blood-colored flowers.

This blood sacrifice did not go smoothly.

The inner hall of Biluo Palace.

Mo Xiaoyu was forced to stay and take care of Xuan Siye.

From soup and medicine, eating to bathing, everything is done by yourself.

She hated this man, but when taking care of him, she felt an indescribably familiar feeling.

When he fell asleep, she would involuntarily stretch out her hand to trace the outline of his allurement, and she would have an illusion of stability in this world in her heart.

The blood sacrifice failed to proceed smoothly, and Mo Xiaoyu lost the effectiveness of the blood sacrifice to the virgin.

Xuan Siye looked through the ancient books left by the master, which said that in addition to using virgins, babies can also be used.

And this baby must be born to him, Xuan Si Ye.

So, on a cold winter night when the red plums were falling and the snow was falling, he raped Mo Xiaoyu.

After several months of getting along and taking care of him, Mo Xiaoyu had already improved her impression of him, but now such a sudden appearance made her hate him to the core.

The strange thing is that after he forced her to change her temperament drastically, she changed from her previous icy indifference, and cared for her with utmost care.

Even when he was sick, he never forgot to take care of her.

Unexpectedly, Mo Xiaoyu shook her mind again, she was nostalgic for his sudden tenderness.

However, on the night when it was found out that she was pregnant, she overheard him outside his study room and overheard him preparing to use the child in her womb to perform a blood sacrifice to help him heal.

Suddenly being poured with ice water full of tenderness, Mo Xiaoyu was extremely desperate, and jumped off the tall altar in front of him again when they set up the altar for the second time.

In her stomach was his two-month-old flesh and blood.

He didn't expect her to do this at all, he could only hold her dead body and cry and howl.

Before he had time to explain to her, he had found a way to recover himself, so that he would no longer perform blood sacrifices, let alone hurt her and the child.

This altar is only for her and the child to pray for blessings.

After Mo Xiaoyu's death, Xuan Siye didn't drink a single drop of medicinal juice, allowing his energy to be exhausted by the excruciating pain.

On the day of his death, it was snowing heavily outside the house, and the red plums were just blooming, covering the entire astrology platform.

Xuan Siye stood quietly under the astrologer's platform, looking at the place where Mo Xiaoyu jumped down, with a soft smile spreading from the corner of his lips, "Xiaoyu, I can finally come to make amends to you and the child."

Xuansi Ye died, Yuheng Xingjun Yuanshen came out of his body, he pursed his lips and looked at Xuansi Ye lying in the snow, feeling bitter in his heart.

"Owner."

Daimiao came from nowhere and rubbed against him, "The third life is over, we should go back to the heaven."

After returning to the heaven and delivering the inner alchemy to the demon king, Yuheng Xingjun asked himself to remove the immortal root and fall into the mortal world.

16 years later, somewhere in a small town downtown.

The young son of Yushu Linfeng and the beautiful lady of the rich family met on the street.

"Xiaoyu..." The moment they passed by, the young man suddenly called out a name that even he found inexplicable.

The girl stopped lightly and looked back.

The four eyes met for a moment, and the two spoke at the same time.

"We seem to have seen each other before?"

(End of the episode)

　"Pillow Queen: The President's Limited Time 9 RMB 9" / Yilan Gantang
　　The betrayal of her boyfriend and best friend was bloody enough, but she didn't expect to be bumped into even taking drugs.

　　The next day, she didn't even see the person she was with for a night of spring dinner, leaving 9 yuan and 9, and fled the room.

　　Years later, a mysterious woman wearing a black gauze top hat tore up the bride's wedding dress in public at an unprecedentedly grand wedding in S city.

　　In the entertainment circle, everyone said that Ren Xin was selling her status and was a shameless mistress.

　　All she knew was that she wanted to stand at the top of the entertainment industry and look forward to repaying her debts.

　　Grab the scene, grab the role.Even, rob a man?
　　etc!This issue needs to be discussed.

　　"Crack!" Throwing the newspaper in front of him.

　　"Mr. Song, we have never met before, when did you take care of me?"

　　The narrow peach blossom eyes stared at her for a long time, and then he opened his lips lightly.

　　"You smelled so sweet that night. Madame, did you forget?"

　　The president of Song Media is her husband?How could she not know!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)