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"Meow~"

Maomao was rescued from under Pangpang by Su Jingyun yesterday, and today the owner has to forgive him, so he can enter the room and sleep.After dinner, Fang Shenglan was still reading the scriptures, while Su Jingyun played with cats.

In the afternoon, Xueqi had a conflict with the saint, and Su Jingyun remembered that she hadn't asked the saint whether the dog should steal it.But after thinking about it, the saintess probably didn't know. Anyway, apart from translating and annotating a few pages of the scriptures, the saints followed them for nothing.

"It would be great if cats were worshiped here, then Maomao is the cat god, and I am the cat god's mother. When the people here see me chasing dogs, they will be so fierce. They will definitely look at me with reverence and say, wow, come on!" Look, this is the cat god's mother, when the time comes, I don't have to be afraid of some holy emissaries or underground palaces, just ask someone to open the door of the underground palace, and let me in with a sedan chair~"

"Daydreaming again..."

It's not a day or two since Su Jingyun has been nagging like this, but Fang Shenglan can also understand that after coming here for so many days, getting nothing will make people feel anxious and tired. In this deserted city, the only thing they can relieve their fatigue is, Just these two cats.

Mao Mao was stuffed with a small dried fish, and rolled in contentment. Su Jingyun raised his claws when he asked him to raise his paws, and let him lie down when he asked him to lie down. He couldn't be more obedient.

"I'm just daydreaming. What kind of emissary, what kind of underground palace, what kind of dog, and the tower you mentioned sound scary. I don't like this place, it feels very bad."

"There is a strong religious atmosphere here, that's right. But I didn't expect you to be so afraid of the envoy."

"Of course I'm afraid. You see, even saintesses are so afraid. She is the highest-ranked saintess of the Illuminati."

Fang Shenglan suddenly remembered something, she put down the scripture in her hand, and asked: "Jingyun, tell me, the saint is so afraid of the envoy, is there some reason in her hands?"

"Well, it's possible." Su Jingyun took another small dried fish and dangled it in front of Maomao, "Come on, come on, show Shenglan a dance."

Mao Mao was drooling, raised two paws, and walked around the ground in a circle.

Su Jingyun laughed so hard that she was about to roll on the ground: "Hahahaha, did you see Shenglan?"

Fang Shenglan supported her head, watching Mao Mao not speak, Su Jingyun turned her head, saw Fang Shenglan's thoughtful expression, threw the small dried fish in her hand to Mao Mao, walked over, and hugged Fang Shenglan: "Shenglan, don't even think about it, you I'm so tired every day, I should take a rest."

Fang Shenglan said: "Jingyun, do you think it will be like this? It's not that the Holy Maiden has something in the hands of the Holy Envoy, but just like Mao Mao, the Holy Envoy has something that can control the Holy Maiden."

Su Jingyun was stunned for a moment, then thought for a while: "It seems to be quite reasonable... The little uncle said that the holy envoy treated the saint very badly, so the saint escaped to resist her. The holy envoy can't sit in the first place, but Control the saint, that is, the shadow boss behind."

Thinking of this, Fang Shenglan suddenly stood up, with a bad expression on her face: "I'm really... I've been here for so long, and I never thought about why the envoys chased us so hard before, but now they don't show up all of a sudden."

Su Jingyun's expression also changed: "If it is true that the envoy controls the saint, then the envoy does not need to show up. What if she blackmails the saint and tells her all the news from our side?"

The two were startled, stood up at the same time, and looked out the window. In the room not far away, the window was open and supported by a washing hammer. The inside was dark, like a beast lurking in the dark night. , is about to devour everything.

And in another inn in the south of the city, an old woman in black was sitting at the table, her long nails tapping on the table again and again. There were still two wine glasses on the table, one was as green as lake water, and the other was as scarlet as blood.

She has been waiting here for a long time, and the time has not been prolonged, and the uneasiness in her heart has increased.Whether that person will come, and what he will do when he comes, she has no idea.

In fact, she was the one who raised the saint.When she saw the saint for the first time, she couldn't believe it. Compared with the previous saints, this one was too simple.That's right, it's simple.She has no concept of right and wrong, she acts according to her nature, if she is really in an ordinary family, she will be a lady of a famous family if she is brought up by her parents and husbands.But she is a saint of the Illuminati Cult. When she first opened the Illuminati Cult’s underground palace, her innocence was brought to the extreme by that place—it was a simple sin that made the Holy Envoy tremble in his bones, and made the Holy Envoy tremble. Her decayed soul was shaken.

The real saint is the demon in her body. After so many years, the envoy finally has a desire to conquer.The underground palace of the Guangming sect requires the saint to fight in person. As the holy envoy who educates people, she has all the rights to take care of the saint.Ordinary believers only know that the saint is yin and blood, and that the practice of shifting and changing palaces can get twice the result with half the effort, but no one knows that the demon in her body will slowly come out under the lure of the medicine and occupy the body of the saint.The devil is no longer constrained by her own blood. She possesses greater strength and explosive power. She only needs a little, a little bit of anyone's blood as a guide.

This is the deepest secret of Illuminati.The protector doesn't know, King Jingyang doesn't know, only she knows, and the devil in the saint's body knows.

The envoy also did a little trick, she admitted, just a little bit.She puts more of that cup of medicine every time, year after year, that demon appears faster and faster, and his methods become more and more cruel - she is gradually losing control, becoming bloodthirsty and loving to kill, but she can't Getting rid of dependence on drugs is a place of great comfort to the Holy Messenger.At least for a limited time, she can control the saint.

This time, the Guangming Sect's underground palace didn't need to be opened, but she needed to know what little secrets Fang Shenglan had there, so she secretly sprinkled the medicinal powder in the scripture storage pavilion when the saintess entered Wenwang Palace.

It's a pity that the saint lost control too quickly this time, and there was no news of anything. The envoy became a little impatient and a little scared.

"Squeak—" the door rang, and the emissary's eyelids twitched, but before she could react, a gust of wind flashed across the table, and the cup containing human blood fell to the ground, splashing her all over. But the other cup was nowhere to be seen.

The envoy hurriedly ran out, and on the empty street, only a creepy laughter was heard: "They are going to the underground palace of the Guangming sect... Hahahaha... They are waiting for me to open the underground palace..."

"Did you hear that?"

Today is Xueqi and Feiqi going out to watch the night.The turmoil during the day kept Xueqi in his heart, and she and Feiqi stayed outside the inn tonight, waiting for the rabbit.

They did catch the rabbit, but that rabbit ran so fast that even Feiqi, who was good at lightness kung fu, couldn't catch up.Fearing that something might happen, Xueqi was about to go back and inform Fang Shenglan and the others, but on the way, he heard that weird laughter.

"Go back and inform Shenglan, I'll stay."

"You can't deal with her alone." Feiqi was a little worried.

"Don't worry, I won't face her face to face. I just follow her and don't let her hurt anyone. Go back quickly and let Shenglan and the others come over."

"Okay, then you must be careful."

After Feiqi left, Xueqi followed the laughter and secretly caught up with the saint.

The laughter gradually dissipated in the wind. The climate here is very different between night and day. The snow rider is wrapped in a cloak, but sweat is slipping down from his forehead one after another.She could smell death, and it was sickening.But she can't give up, this is her duty, her morality.

She followed the saint quietly like this, until she came to a residential house, and there was no sign of the saint again.

A delicate cup shattered in front of her eyes. On the delicate body of the cup was a small lip print, but that lip print seemed to be deeply embedded in the fragments of the cup.Xueqi squatted down and was about to pick up the cup and take a closer look when a gust of wind blew past her head. She looked up and saw the saint, dressed in red, sitting by the window sill on the second floor, coldly and calmly Staring at her was like staring at the prey he had coveted for a long time.

"It's you."

The saint didn't remember what happened, but in her heart, she had full malice towards this woman.Xueqi's face disgusted her, and it also gave her a desire to tear up and devour.

Xueqi took a breath and stood up: "It really is you."

"What's wrong with me?"

The saint played with her pointed fingers, and the blood line still remained between her nails. She hadn't come out to hunt these days, and the blood line had turned dark red.The saint almost showed off her sharp claws. This time, she was happy to see her prey trembling.

"who are you?"

Only then did Xueqi discover the difference of the saint.If it is said that during the day, the killing intent in the saintess' eyes comes from jealousy, then at this time, the killing intent of the saints comes from appetite - she can no longer see a bit of humanity, it is completely the greed and killing of wild beasts *.She squinted her eyes and brushed her red lips with the tip of her tongue, as if looking forward to the next game of hunting.