Quickly wear her as a sickly white lotus

Chapter 227 Sacrifice 11
"Bai Fu, don't be stupid, you know that right now, he doesn't even dare to tell everyone about your relationship with him, do you think he will marry you?"

"You and him have no results at all."

Even though the words hurt people's hearts, Gong Ziyuan still said it.

Bai Fu didn't refute, because what he said was the truth.

Bai Fu never mentioned this fact, even after coming for so long, she never told Fan Ji about it, but it is the truth after all.

He won't marry her, and they dare not speak out about their relationship.

He is Fan Ji, a priest loved by everyone, and everyone in Dunhuang believes in him.

He can belong to everyone, but it cannot belong to her alone.

"I know." The girl lowered her eyes, mocked lightly, and then raised her head to look at Gong Ziyuan. Even though there were tears in her eyes, she was stubbornly unwilling to let them flow out.

"But Gong Ziyuan, why do you speak of me, what qualifications do you have to speak of me, loving him is my business, it has nothing to do with you.

She turned around and left the illusion without hesitation.

Behind him, Gong Ziyuan stood stiffly on the spot.

Nothing to do with you.

Gong Ziyuan's face was pale under the mask.

He reached out and took off the mask that had not been lifted for many years.

The slightly fair side face is handsome, the bridge of the nose is straight and straight, the black eyes are deep, with a shimmering luster, the eyelashes are very long, trembling slightly, casting a shadow like a crow's feather, the skin on the reflected face is like white porcelain Translucent, a strand of hair fell down as the mask was taken off, making that half of the face look dignified and beautiful.

It's just that the man's eyes are too sad.

He moved away the hand that blocked the other half of his face, vertical and horizontal wounds were staggered from the end of the eye to the jaw, and there was also a word engraved there - slave.

It's been a few years from the looks of it.

After all, it was half a year before Gong Ziyuan returned to Dunhuang City.

And those days.

He's all in one place.

Demon Cult Endless City.

That is the purgatory belonging to the Demon Cult. The lowest level killers are engraved with the mark of slave, and they cannot get rid of it for the rest of their lives.

Gong Ziyuan had been a "slave" there for more than ten years. He was so confused that he almost forgot who he was for a long time, until one day those people robbed the wrong people.

When the little girl was brought in, she neither cried nor made trouble.

Holding the candy in his hand, he looked at them suspiciously with his light almond eyes.

"Or, kill it."

Gong Ziyuan was sitting not far away, biting a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, his posture was very loose, at that time he did not cover the scars on his face, and looked back at the little girl.

Just as I was about to say casually, I heard the little girl speak.

"Brother, eat candy."

She held out her hand, a candy that was about to melt in her small palm.

Gong Ziyuan was stunned.

He wanted to ask, did you pick up a fool, but suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar.

It was as if they had met like this in the past and present.

It was the same scene, but the difference was that he didn't have these scars on his face back then, and the dirty little girl back then was different from the brocade clothes worn by the little girl in front of him.

Young master Yuan is very interested.

Standing up and approaching, instead of taking the candy from the little girl's hand, he knelt down and asked her.

"What is your name?"

"Bai Fu, my name is Bai Fu, and I am the Fu of the hibiscus flower."

Who wants to know whether it is a hibiscus flower or a god flower, Gongzi Yuan read the name once.

Squinting his eyes, he curled his lips into a smile.

"What a nice name."

"Brother, you are so pretty." The little girl's eyes fell on Gong Ziyuan's face brightly, with sincere admiration in her eyes.

Gong Ziyuan couldn't help turning his body sideways to cover the half of the injury.

The killer at the side turned around and sneered.

"Seventeen, looking at your usual innocence and asceticism, it's not like you're looking for a little girl. This girl should be twelve or thirteen years old."

In two years, it's time to reach the end.

But at this age, it's really young.

Gong Ziyuan ignored it.

Take the little girl out.

"You guys watch first, I'll go out for a while."

"Understood, but Seventeen, you have to hurry up, and be careful not to be discovered."

Gong Ziyuan didn't explain, and left here with Bai Fu.

This place is a mountain range, full of poisonous snakes and beasts.

After leaving the house, Gong Ziyuan let go of Bai Fu.

"get out."

He was already merciful enough, even if the hostages brought back were mistaken, there was no reason to let them go.

The little girl stood there blankly.

"You still want to die?" Gong Ziyuan said impatiently.

But the little girl rushed over and hugged him directly.

"Thank you, you are such a nice person."

Gong Ziyuan was about to be laughed at by this kind voice.

"Stupid, we are murderers."

Could it be that this girl is a fool, she didn't cry or make trouble when she was brought here, but she can still laugh now.

Bai Fu raised her eyes, her eyes were bright.

She leaned over and spoke to him in a low voice.

"Let me tell you secretly, I'm a little princess. My father said that I will be able to choose a son-in-law in a few years. You must remember to come to Chang'an to find me."

Well, Gong Ziyuan is sure.

This is a fool.

He sneered and pushed her away with one finger.

"why me?"

"I like good-looking ones." The little girl said bluntly.

So it is a color control.

Gong Ziyuan turned his face sideways, showing her the side with the scar.

"see it?"

"I see." Bai Fu nodded.

"You look good even with injuries, you are indeed a natural beauty."

Gong Ziyuan: "."

This is probably not just a fool, but also a blind man.

The silly and blind little girl turned her head three times and told him to come to her when the time came.

Gong Ziyuan always felt that he was kind enough to let her go. As a slave of the Demon Cult, this was an inappropriate kindness. He just watched the figure drift away.

Gong Ziyuan sighed, and finally chased after him.

It is not easy for a fool to live. If he was let go and was bitten to death by a wild animal, then he was let go in vain.

Everywhere in Chang'an City is looking for the princess. Gongzi Yuan glanced at the little girl who was still eating corned buns. Is this fool really a princess?
When she was watched, Bai Fu raised her head, her eyes were blank, and hesitantly handed the Wowotou in her hand to Gongzi Yuan.

"Brother, do you eat?"

Gong Ziyuan couldn't hold back, and cursed.

"Fool."

Only after leaving the man at the gate of the official mansion did Young Master Yuan leave.

He probably won't see her in the future.

Consort?

Just because the little girl is blind doesn't mean everyone is blind.

Gong Ziyuan let him go privately, and when he returned to the Devil's Cult, he was taken to the torture chamber.

It was also because he had completed many tasks that he saved his life.

The whip lashed him.

Trance.

Gong Ziyuan raised his eyes and saw a young man in a moon-white robe.

The young man covered his face, only revealing a pair of eyes as cold as the moon, looking at the people here as if he were looking at ants.

They call him.

"Master Holy Master."

Gong Ziyuan had heard of this Lord Holy Master, the only Holy Master of the Demon Cult, whose status was second only to the leader. No one has seen his appearance, and no one has ever seen him make a move.

The whole person has a mysterious color.

(End of this chapter)