“Why did the saint always say that she wanted to marry her?”Xiao Zhen naturally also saw that the saint did not like the lady, at least not the kind of like who wanted to be married.

“Maybe she thought it was fun?”The juvenile way.

Very unreliable words, but Xiao Zhen felt that the young man said some truth, every time the saint saw the prime minister is very happy, but this happiness there is no deep love, even when the prime minister said to marry her wife, there is no sad feeling, at this moment, the saint is still in the mood to drink wine.

When the two of them spoke, the saint had drunk a clean wine from the small altar in her hand, jumped down from the tree pole and went out, and seemed to be going to get the wine, and without waiting for her to leave the inner courtyard, several waiters came in with the little emperor and the happy lady.

Xiao Zhen and the young man's eyes fell on the woman next to the adult, especially Xiao Zhen, the face changed from plain to surprised.

"She looks very much like you."The boy pointed to the woman and turned his eyes back and forth to Xiao Zhen and the woman: "Except for the clear eye."The woman's eyes are soft and timid, like the ordinary woman on the street, with an ordinary face, and there is no special feature.

“Why is there another me here?”Xiao Zhen murmured, the world not only has people who look very similar to her, but even her.

The woman took his wife's hand and went to the saint: "Holy woman, this is my lady."

The woman timidly made a gift.

The saint looked at the woman, sighed, and said with regret, "It turns out that you like this."The bartender was thrown to the waiter, "When my wine is finished, go and get me an altar."

The waiter looked at the Lord.

Looking at the empty wine-place, the face was steep, the wine on the field was all spirits, and the saint drank the football and wringing her eyebrows: "Come, the saint is drunk, and the saint will return the saint to the temple."

“Yes.”

“I will send my sister back.”The little emperor stood by the saint's side, without fear of the sight of the patriarch, and plucked up the courage and said, "The holy sister is just watering with wine, and Master Yue will not embarrass her."He said, pulling the saint away, and the attendants quickly followed behind him.

Xiao Zhen finally looked at the woman who looked very similar to himself, and also caught a glimpse of the bitter look when the Lord looked at the saint when she left.

The next day is calm.

The saint had not been out of the temple, but she had not prayed every day like the people outside thought.

The old man never came in again, but the little emperor would come to see the saint once every two or three days, and brought her a lot of good food and fun.Xiao Zhen was surprised to find that every time the little emperor came, the saint would tell some stories to the little emperor, these stories contain a lot of military methods, from the army to the governance of the country, from the needs of the people to the court conspiracy, the little emperor listened with interest.

Sometimes, the saint will also teach the little emperor some martial arts, although it is a lot of fun, but it can be seen that the saint is very studied for martial arts.These things, not only the little emperor listened seriously, even Xiao Zhen also felt that the benefit was not very good.

Until one day, Xiao Zhen found that the little emperor had become an adult, a sixteen-year-old handsome young man, until the young man suddenly said that he would marry a saint.

Outside the temple came the sound of weapons and the sound of hissing.

Everything has changed, except for the appearance of the saint, which is still the same as before.

“Those who are dissatisfied with the little emperor and the prime minister have finally rebelled, on the pretext that the saint bewitches the king and taunts the court.”The ethereal voice sighed and said, "The little emperor has closed the net."

“The little emperor’s net?”The ethereal voice said Xiao Zhen so, sighed and said: "In the history of Dawei, there was only one rebellion, that is, the riot before the emperor's real government, the death and injury were countless, and almost half of the people in the whole royal city gave their lives for the patriarch."

“Strike like this is the result of the Holy Woman.”The ethereal voice said.

Xiao Zhen turned to look at a young man with a cold face: “What do you mean?”

“Don’t you think the little emperor has changed a lot?”Look at him now.”The young man pointed to the little emperor standing at the top of the temple with the holy woman.

The appearance of the little emperor changed a lot, faded the immature green, and there was no innocence and loveliness of the childhood, the whole person was full of determination and perseverance, and the temple had already bled thousands of miles, but there was no mercy in his eyes.

"He's a yellow emperor, and that's fine."Xiao really thought of Jiang Mo, who had been like this.

The young man snorted coldly: "I mean that the old lady has always been very good to protect the little emperor, no matter how difficult the little emperor is, he never tolerates the little emperor being wronged, but the saint is different, the saint teaches the little emperor's things, are all armed, the imperial power is based on blood."Don't say you haven't seen it."

This Xiao Zhen was naturally found, I do not know when, the saint became the little emperor's closest and most trusted person, the saint said the little emperor received, in other words, at this time the emperor should be isolated by the small emperor.Xiao Xing really could not be known, but since the young emperor came to the temple in these years, she had guessed.

The growth of the little emperor, the first person to deal with, I am afraid, is the patriarch.

"What are you thinking?"Is your face so horrible?”The boy’s face wasn’t very good, he asked.

She thought of herself, between Jing Mo and Ziran, and how similar it was to grow.Xiao really want to say that the chest suddenly pained, not only her, standing next to the young man also hand to caress the position of the heart, the look is painful.

“What, what’s going on?”The boy asked.

This time the pain came violently, Xiao Zhen had already been unable to speak, and there was a force from outside, who had been pulling her, when she saw that the direction in which she was going was actually the saint, the power of no support was quickly pulled by that force.

"Xiao Zhen-" the young man shouted, unable to believe that Xiao Zhen was one with the holy woman who stood at the top of the temple.

When Xiao Zhen opened his eyes again, he saw the scene of the blood of His Highness God's face, and a fierce and tragic killing was not in the battlefield, but in the city.

No, it was not a killing of my enemies, but a massacre.Soldiers slaughtered soldiers, soldiers killed unarmed people.

Xiao really wanted to do something, but she found that she could do nothing, and the body seemed to be her own, she could only look at it.

“Son, help me—”

“Son, please help my child—”

"Son, please help our home."

“Son, aren’t you the most spiritual?”Don't you bless us?“Son, where are you?”

"Son, please help my mother, she is dying."

Countless voices for help rushed into Xiao's ears, and the mountains fell into the sea, giving her a headache.

She has always been a merciless person, came to the world is just interesting, she is not the god of the world, there is no compassion, but she is the first spirit in this world, can not ignore sentient beings.

“Sister, your eyes are clear?”The little emperor looked at the saint's eyes and suddenly raised the black fog, and gradually filled his eyes.

Xiao Zhen looked at the little emperor in front of him, and could not understand why he called his holy sister, and yes, she was sucked into the body of the saint, and now she was in the body of the saint, why did she do this?

The saint closed her eyes, and when she opened her eyes, their eyes were black as ink, evil and bloody.

The little emperor took a step back.

The figure of the saint flashed, appeared in the most violent place in the city torn and killed, and the white snow boots stepped on the pool of blood.

The torn and killed stopped at this moment, and everyone could not believe it and looked at the saint with her eyes, white clothes flowing and cold and clear.

“Son, save my mother, save my mother—” A five- or six-year-old girl stumbled to the saint’s side and hugged her legs and cried, “My mother is dying.”

The people around them knelt down and knelt in front of the saint who had been praying devoutly every day for more than ten years, and they were crying and shouting, but none of them dared to cross a step, but they kept kowtowing and praying for the saint to end the war early.

"The sword comes--" The saint gently opened her lips, and the word ended, shaking the mountain, but only for a while it stopped, a red light rushed straight from the north at the speed of electricity, and the saint stretched out her hand to seize the red light, which was a sword, a sword, a sword with killing and bloody swords on all over her body.

The Master's Sword?Xiao Zhen (sacred woman) looked down at the sword in her hand, the sword was very excited, and she had been saying hello to her in its unique way, she understood.

“Why is the saint’s eyes black?”The little girl holding the saint looked up and asked her childishly when she saw her eyes full of ink.

Everyone noticed the clear eyes of the saint, and each one began to panic.

Black is not auspicious color.

Black is a demon.

I don't know who cried out, "The saint is possessed by a demon."

The people were scared and took a few steps back, only the little girl was not afraid, she choked and asked, "Saint, can you save my mother?"