"High Priest High Priest!"

A general of the shrimp soldiers in the rear rushed towards Ao in a panic, holding a small wooden box in his hands.

He cried out to the High Priest in a voiceless voice.

"High Priest, little ones..."

With a bitter look on his face, he hesitated to speak.

Ao shot him a sideways glance.

The general of the shrimp soldiers said yes tremblingly.

"The big priest, the little ones are not doing well."

"Look, is there any help?"

"Is there any other way?"

General Xia Bing opened the lid of the box, and there was a little bit of blood in it.

The high priest looked up, his old eyes were full of impatience.

ponder for a moment.

The high priest frowned slightly, he looked at the figure, and said yes.

"Let you arrest someone?"

"Just like this?"

His tone was cold, and a cold light appeared in his eyes.

General Xia Bing trembled all over, quickly put the big wooden box aside, and knelt down.

He panicked and said yes.

"The high priest forgives the sin, the high priest forgives the sin, the little ones know their mistakes."

"High Priest, can this, this, this be saved?"

The high priest watched the situation in the box, his beard and hair fluttering slightly.

Du Xuan and Qing Rou stood aside, in fact, Du Xuan had already seen clearly what was inside the box as early as it appeared.

It was a body with a half-gnawed cheek and head.

Qingrou still didn't understand why, but she felt a little uncomfortable, when the box was placed on the ground, the lid was opened, and she saw the person in the box.

For a moment, Qing Rou raised her hand to cover her lips, her eyes were full of astonishment and fear.

no, I can not.

It seems that he is unwilling to believe what he sees in the foreword.

She shook her dizzy head for an instant.

Ning Wen!

It's Ning Wen!

You can't go wrong with that face.

In an instant, Qingrou felt like a heavy blow, her head buzzing.

Heart stasis, an indescribable pain spread.

Even as he was about to rush out, he was so angry that he gritted his teeth and looked at Ao Xiang!

She wailed.

"I'm going to fight him!"

The voice was shrill, fortunately it was in Du Xuan's protective cover at this time.

Du Xuan raised his hand and made a move, a clear light gushed out from his hand, pulling her back.

"already dead."

Du Xuan could feel it naturally.

There was no breath, and there was no way to save him.

If he still has a breath, he can pull back Nine-turn Ningbi Pill.

Two lines of clear tears flowed from Qingrou's eyes.

Grief, anger and pain are like being stabbed by a knife.

It seemed that the whole body lost half of its strength again, and Qing Rou slowly knelt down on her knees.

She stretched out her hand in the direction where Ning Wen was, and sobbed even more.

"Ning Wen...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

"My sister didn't protect you well... woo woo woo..."

"Sister, I'm sorry Nian..."

Du Xuan looked down at Qingrou's grief-stricken look.

"The other one is still alive, in that box."

Qingrou looked up at another sacrificial box being carried behind.

"Ning Pan!"

Qingrou cried.

"Sir!"

Du Xuan nodded.

"hold on."

With Du Xuan around, today's sacrifice must not be completed.

He looked at Ao Xiang's indifferent expression, and he didn't seem to be very panicked when the sacrifice was gone.

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