Chapter 234 Temple Storm

"Brother?" Red sandalwood looked at the note in his hand and was completely puzzled. Why did he write this brother's character before the emperor died? The trick that Grandpa gave them was also a brother's character? What does this brother mean?

Wu Cang Juelan was also quite surprised. He confirmed the note from various angles, but there was no other discovery. My grandfather gave me just a brother's word.

The two of them were defeated.

"I think we still don't think so much." Red sandalwood is open to mind. It's better to think about other things than to waste time. For example, "Although we are not familiar with the place, it should be no problem to solve the basic needs."

Wu Cang Juelan raised the corners of his mouth, and the two looked at each other tacitly and locked a target in an instant.

It's good that a person doesn't know each other. Since someone can help, why don't they use it? Resources are not wasted.

The Taiji map is running slowly, the golden red half slowly moves through, and the silvery moonlight sprinkles down.

In the hall in the middle of the dungeon, next to the pavilion, the flowing water is fluorescent and warm. The white yarn on the attic dances with the breeze, and a thin back sits quietly on the cool chair under the faint moonlight.

The hair gently on his shoulder flew up. He took care of it quietly. It didn't make more than half a sound. The wind blew soft hair mischievously. He quietly stopped moving. He just raised his hand and poured two cups of herbal tea and said softly, "Come out for a cup of tea."

"You're welcome." The evil voice came from the light wind, and then two blue and red figures fell opposite him.

He didn't look at the man in blood, but quietly fell on the light blue-robed woman and said softly, "Mu Xi, how are you?"

"Everything is fine." Red sandalwood always has a kind of trust and love for the cocoon that he doesn't understand, although his identity today is the Holy Son.

"Trust me like this?" The cocoon smiled gently, and the thin eyelashes as cicada wings trembled, and the smile in his eyes was shallow. If you come to him at this time, aren't you afraid that they will be enemies?

"I just believe you." The red sandalwood also smiled, shallow and light.

Wu Cang Juelan raised his eyebrows, but did not speak. He actually felt that the atmosphere formed by these two people could not even get in with him, but there was nothing to be som, and even he didn't want to disturb him. What's going on?

"Okay, I'll help you." The soft face of the cocoon emitted a faint white light, and a pair of crystal clean eyes looked at her quietly, adding, "I do know where what you want is."

As the holy son, the cocoon stands at the top of the temple. If he doesn't know those top secrets, no one should know. And it is not surprising that he knows what they are looking for. It is not difficult to guess that if he wants to completely solve the legacy problem, he must destroy the secret book.

"So, it's troublesome." The red sandalwood smiled gently.

The cocoon looked at her suddenly strangely and said softly, "Muxi, you and I don't have to thank you."

Red Sandalwood was a little puzzled. Seeing that he didn't seem to want to say the reason, he stopped asking. Wu Cang Juelan Danfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes looked at the cocoon were as dangerous. It was one thing that he did not feel the man's hostility, and it was another thing to say such intimate words to his family Amu.

The cocoon looked back at the eyes of the clear and calm, and the thin lips silently spit out two words: rest assured.

As for what to worry about, he didn't say it clearly, but both of them knew it. After understanding it, Wu Cang Juelan's eyes were also taken back with a smile.

"In two days, it will be delayed for a few days today. I will be replaced in two days." The cocoon knew that they were in a hurry and did not support their back legs, and whispered, "You can have a rest here tonight. I have arranged it."

"Do you know we will come?" The red sandalwood was a little surprised.

The cocoon said quietly, "From the time I told you that the queen was dead, I knew that the family would be exposed to the world, and you must come back."

The red sandalwood fixed a look at him, and the remnants will be uncovered, which indeed started from the matter of the queen. Cocoon, why on earth do you want to help her?

"So, thank you very much." Wu Cang Juelan hugged her and swaggered down to the attic. Below, there must be a woman waiting.

The cocoon watched them leave quietly and restrained his eyes faintly. He doesn't need to tell her that he has been waiting for this day since he appeared here, and the survivors will eventually break up. They will come back with the interest they owed to them in those years. God can't stop this.

The Taiji map rotates day and night, and the golden red sun and the silver-white moon reflect each other, rendering a sacred and quiet world.

Two days later, the interrupted sacrificial ceremony began again.

It is still the most central square. At this moment, on the altar, the flame in the black tripod is dancing enchantingly, and the woman in white on the black and red cross is calmly tied by chains.

The golden red sunlight shines on the woman's cold and quiet face, and the hair that grows to her ankles sway and flies with the black and red cross. The woman only looked faintly at the people in the square and the priests on the altar, her eyes were like an ancient well, calm.

"Your Excellency, this girl should not be from my family, right?" The spider web-like dense wrinkles on the withered face of the high priest became tighter, and his cold eyes swept around the red sandalwood and cocoon. He always felt that the woman was extraordinary, but he didn't see what was wrong with her.

The cocoon's foot hair as thin as cicada wings trembled slightly in the sun, and the pure white clothes were softly close to the body. When the wind rises, it seemed that it was about to turn into the wind. Hearing this, he quietly raised the corners of his mouth, "Isn't it rare to sacrifice outsiders in the clan? Isn't this the highest priest always the most happy?

It is inevitable that choosing a woman from the clan will inevitably cause the resistance of their families. After a long time, it will cause some public anger, and it is not difficult for them to unconsciously get several women to come in and kill them from the outside. Who cares about those innocent lives and who cares how sad their relatives will be.

The high priest's cold eyes flashed, and his body was stiff and motionless.

The cocoon looked up at the sun above his head and stood quietly without saying a word.

There is an article of silence in the square, but at this moment, there is one more person in the tall treasure.