Mysterious emperor's little wild concubine

Think of this, Mu Yunan will still be a little sad.

But on second thought, when the high priest did harm to her, how could he feel a little sad? It was the high priest who made the second day's hands look like that.

I didn't see that he was a little soft hearted. He played her around.

"Oh." The high priest raised his head. Even in the dungeon, he kept himself in order. He didn't look dirty at all.

"The poison master from the west is here, too." Muyun'an stares at the high priest's expression to see his reaction.

The high priest's eyebrows were raised, with no other indication.

Yes, it's not surprising, is it?

If muyun'an hadn't seen the poison master's face, he would have been fooled by the high priest.

"I wonder if the poison master's surname is Rong?" Mu yun'an frowned perplexedly, "I think he looks like you."

The high priest's hand shook. "Is it?"

Actually... Have you seen his face, or is it just a simple trial?

"Yes, I don't know. Can the high priest explain it?" Muyun'an squatted down and looked at the high priest. "It's really like that."

"There are so many people who look alike in the world." The high priest deliberately replaced the concept with similarity.

"I think so, too." Mu yun'an's sleeve swung and something fell out of it.

When he saw what it was, the high priest's pupil shrank. "You... What is it?"

It's impossible. It's just similar.

There are many masks in the world!

"Well, don't you know the high priest?" Muyun'an picked up the mask and handed it to the high priest through the iron gate. "This is the mask of the poison master."

There's a little blood on it.

The high priest looked at the mask close at hand and had no courage to take it over. He could only hypnotize himself over and over again.

No, no

There are so many people in the west, and the people of Shayue sect. How can they not protect the poison master?

Impossible. This is muyun'an blowing him up.

"Don't be kidding..." the high priest was sitting on the ground.

He was arrested by Emperor Yanqing and was not so lost when he was put in the dungeon.

This can already reflect, Mu Yunan's guess is right.

There must be something between the high priest and the poison master. Maybe this person is very important to the high priest.

"What's more," muyun'an came close to the high priest and looked at his red eyes. There was a nervous and panic look in them. It's really rare. "The eyes under the mask of the poison master were also red. Do you think it's a coincidence?"

This is the last straw to defeat the high priest.

He can tell himself that the mask is fake, muyun'an said that everything is blowing him up.

But what he knows is that if the character of that person does not fall into the hands of others, how can people see the color of his eyes.

Even if it is impossible to die, does that mean that he is not as good as death now?

"What have you done to him?" The high priest suddenly stood up and grasped the iron gate, and almost came to Mu yun'an's face.

"Dead." Mu Yun An retreated a few steps, the tone was very casual, and a little natural, "on the battlefield are swords and swords without eyes."

"Dead?" The high priest didn't seem to have the strength to grasp the railing. He pushed back several steps and leaned against the wall behind him.

"Ah --" the high priest let out a roar from his throat, grieving.