God, please abdicate

Chapter 89, Blood Lotus Blessing

Slowly handing the wine to his lips, the smile in his eyes only increased.

Jiu Yanqing carefully looked at the person dancing in the red light, the black clothes were covered with blood-colored moiré patterns.Wearing half a mask, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed.

Jiu Yanqing looked nervously, the color of the clothes was wrong, and the mask was not the one on the upper side, but the one on the right side.If the festival dance is different.Then there is really no trace of what happened that day.

The black clothes dance slowly in the lotus fragrance.The blood-colored moire slowly opened its eyes in a deep sleep, quickly jumped out of the clothes, and revolved around the saint.

The saint squatted down slowly, and the blood-colored cloud patterns slowly gathered on the top of the saint's head, slowly turning into a budding lotus.The saint stood up abruptly, and the lotus quickly bloomed and rose into the air.

The black sky turned into a huge blood lotus, and after the lotus bloomed, it exploded quickly, turning into pale blood-colored stars and descending.When the dots of starlight fell in front of everyone's eyes, they realized that it was actually a tiny blood lotus.

"Blessings from the blood lotus." Someone exclaimed, the Wu Clan hadn't had a blessing ritual dance for a long time.

"The Witch King attaches great importance to the general."

"Blessed be the general."

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Everyone was discussing and admiring this unexpected blessing.Along with the flattery of several protagonists, there was a lot of laughter and laughter during the shift of wine cups.

Jiu Yanqing was confused, this sacrificial dance was [-]% similar to that day's sacrificial dance, but not the same.Gong Xuan once told her that dance music and history in this world are very similar to a large extent.The ever-changing remains the same, just like a piece of music, which is finally summarized as Gongshangjiao Zhengyu Wuyin.

In the most honorable position, the smile on the corner of the Witch King's mouth deepened.The wine in his hand has changed from a sip at the beginning to a frenzy of drinking it all at once.

Helian Jieyou walked in and out of the crowd indifferently, at last he got bored, found a place close to Jiu Yanqing, and looked at the people who came to toast with a cold face.

No one noticed that today's bride's complexion was a bit strange.

Ling Jiu was in a trance when the blood-colored cloud patterns appeared on the round platform.

The saintess danced and leaped towards Ling Jiu little by little.

Ling Jiu watched the black figure approaching her, and nervously grabbed a corner of her side.

She ran as fast as she could, but she couldn't tolerate her misbehavior today, she could only watch that person come to her.

"Does the apprentice like this great gift for the teacher?" The corner of the saint's mouth was tightly pursed. When she saw Ling Jiu, it was like ice in the warm spring sun, and it instantly turned into pure flowing water.

"Master." Ling Jiu didn't dare to look up at her.

The saint laughed lightly, "Today's big wedding, I didn't invite you as a teacher. Is it because I am afraid that the teacher will not be able to come up with a good gift?"

"Master."

"Master, are you dissatisfied with the big gift you gave me, Master? Since you don't like it, wait for the teacher to give you a big gift." A cold light flashed in the eyes of the saint, but the smile on her face grew stronger. Come gorgeous.

Ling Jiu raised her head to look at the saint in horror, and explained in confusion, "Master, don't get angry, this disciple shouldn't have left without permission. But Master, this disciple likes him. I really like him!"

At this time, everyone discovered that the noble Ling Jiu was actually the apprentice of the saint.The disciples of the saint are to inherit the mantle of the saint, that is, they cannot marry for life.

They also wondered how the holy maiden, who had never seen her tail, came out to congratulate others.

However, from the looks of it now, the saint doesn't seem to care about the disciple's private marriage?

Before they could figure out what was going on, they discovered to their horror that they had lost control of their spiritual power.

(End of this chapter)