Her lips trembled into a ball, and her body trembled like a sieve.
Priest Jing Hao slowly lowered his head and looked at her: "Mengyue - I'm sorry, this is your fate... Whether I throw it into the furnace or not, you can't escape this fate... Just think - fulfillment
Brother! You should also repay your kindness to you over the years..."
He seemed to finally make up his mind, bent down, picked up Princess Mengyue, and walked towards the burning cauldron...
"No! I don't want it! No!" Meng Yue screamed, her shrill crying like a ghost crying, completely gone out of her tone!
"I don't want it! No! I - I have become a ghost - I won't forgive you!" Meng Yue struggled desperately, her hair was scattered and her tears flowed. Unfortunately, her kung fu was not worth mentioning in the eyes of Priest Jing Hao.
Finally, Jing Hao carried her to the cauldron: "Mengyue, it's easy to go!"
He was about to fly up and throw Mengyue into the cauldron when he suddenly heard a hoarse shout from the top of the hall: "No! Jing Hao, stop me!"
Jing Hao suddenly froze, and the sound was so familiar! It was so scary!
He suddenly looked up and saw a human figure slowly appearing on the top of the hall...
A short, gray hair and an old face, he seemed to be hung there by an invisible iron lock, with blood-red eyes staring at Jing Hao, and his facial features were so angry that he was twisted.
"Father!" Priest Jing Hao never expected to see his father here, and he was so scared that he took a step back.
Mengyue's hand that she forced to hold also loosened.
Mengyue also opened her eyes wide and suddenly opened her hands and rushed forward: "Dad, Daddy, save me!"
Luo Qingyu was shocked!
Is this person the legendary Priest Jing Ang?!
The one who gave Feiyue a bad idea to turn her into a rabbit?!
She glanced at the locked old man again, and her heart moved again. Could it be that he is no longer a human, but a soul?
Sure enough, Mengyue finally managed to get up and pounced on her, and she stood there blankly and looked at her father: "Dad..."
She opened her hands in vain, hoping to get the blessing of her father again—
Priest Jing Ang stared at his stunned son: "Jinghao, she is your real sister! You can't betray her!"
"I--" Jing Hao's face turned pale and he took a step back.
Although Priest Jing Hao was hung there, he was always afraid of him, and the old priest's remaining power was there.
Feng Xiaoxun blew his nails lazily: "Jing Hao, I'm counting three times. If you don't throw the medicine into the cauldron, you will never get this antidote again! One!"
One word is like urging death. Priest Jing Hao's face changed drastically. He suddenly stepped forward and picked up Mengyue again.
"Jinghao, you little beast, dare!" Jing Ang also roared. It struggled desperately on the top of the hall, and the invisible chain it struggled shaking.
"Dad, I'm sorry! If it weren't for your biasedness back then, how could I sign a contract with Lord Demon Lord? Now it's all your fault! If you hear it, it's all your fault!"
Priest Jinghao finally flew up despite Mengyue's desperate struggle—
His body swept over the bronze tripod, but Meng Yue in his hand screamed in a shrill scream and fell into the bronze tripod—
"No!" There was also a shrill roar above the top of the palace. Priest Jing Ang, who had been tied up, suddenly flew down: "Mengyue!"
His speed was faster than Mengyue's fall, and he stretched out his arms to catch his daughter below--