Mysterious emperor's little wild concubine

I feel that my mental strength has been nourished.

It seems that we should begin to change our view of the high priest.

Suddenly, muyun'an felt something was wrong.

Suddenly opened his eyes, people around or a face drunk in the high priest's singing.

But!

Muyun'an frowned. There was something wrong with the high priest's energy.

It's like

"Bang..." this is the sound of the staff falling to the ground.

I saw that the high priest who had been singing on the altar now fell to the ground, and his staff fell to the side.

People suddenly wake up

Incredible looking at the red figure on the ground on the altar.

Their shrine, their faith, fell.

After a short silence, the crowd burst into a scream.

"Ah --"

"What happened, what happened?"

"The high priest... The high priest is dead?"

"Has heaven punished you? We're going to die! "

“……”

Ear is a variety of words, everyone is sad.

Muyun'an clenched his fist and looked at the emperor Yanqing. All this was not in their plan.

All of a sudden, the plan is in a mess.

Emperor Yanqing didn't look at muyun'an. He looked at the altar with deep eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Today is the emperor's birthday, but this happened.

The crowd began to riot

There's something out of control.

Mu yun'an frowned and ran over. What she had just felt

It's Gu.

Jumping on the altar, muyun'an walked directly towards the high priest.

Squatting down, he saw black in the palm of his hand.

It's a sign of Zhonggu.

Who... Is the high priest at such a time?

Or it's a long time ago, waiting for the outbreak at this time!

Rong Zhu lay on the ground motionless, he felt his five senses were slowly closed.

It's just a little noisy.

Yeah, he'll fall one day, too.

Suddenly a black shadow appeared around, I don't know if I want to step on him or pull him.

But he has no strength

Mu Yun An raises a hand, the silver needle appeared between the fingers, neat tie in Rong Zhu's arm.

It's a bit of a problem. She hasn't seen what it is yet.

It can't be cured, it can only be suppressed first.

"Who is he?"

"Why, it's him! Murder the high priest... "

"Ah..."

The people below are crazy, but they dare not go to the altar.

Emperor Yanqing looked at the small black figure squatting on the altar, and the fundus of his eyes was black.

The emperor sat in the ancestral temple and dropped a set of cups.

There's anger, there's panic.

At this time, the high priest fell!

No matter what it is, it is an ominous omen.

What's more, the incompetence of the eastern countries, even the high priest of a country, can be harmed by others when they worship their ancestors

This country can't even protect its own beliefs

Looking at the emperor's angry face, the little eunuch who just came in "plop" knelt on the ground.

"Emperor... A man rushed to the altar!" The little eunuch's trembling report.

After the fall of the high priest, the emperor immediately sent people to maintain order, but because of the ancestor worship, there were not many bodyguards, so it was very difficult to mobilize, and the speed was slow.

Then send someone to cure the high priest!

Otherwise, it's too late and people die.

However, before their doctor went up, he saw a man standing on the altar.

And to the high priest.