Feeling like he was being slapped on his face, Jiye subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his cheek. All he could touch was the warmth of his face.
Xiao Qiong'er entered the Holy Temple?
Are you still touching his face with your hands?
On the side of the Holy Temple, Hua Yuqiong frowned slightly. Seeing that Jiye still didn't respond in front of him, he couldn't help but murmured: "Is it because I didn't work hard enough?"
Thinking about it, she gritted her teeth, looked at Jiye, and made a great decision in her heart.
Shang Jianjiye rubbed his face with his fingertips, feeling slightly confused.
Could it be that the Holy Lord was bitten by a mosquito?
Suddenly, Jiye groaned, reached out to cover his left cheek, and froze in place in disbelief.
At the same time, the hearts of everyone present jumped, and their whole bodies were shaken. Their eyes fell on Jiye. To be precise, it was the half of his face that he was covering.
——Hiss, it hurts a little.
——It’s strange, why hasn’t he woke up yet after I exerted so much force? Or is it too weak?
Ji Ye's eyes, which had always been calm in the face of danger, were a little more unprepared at this moment.
——Crack!!
At the same time as he heard this voice, Jiye reached out and covered the right half of his face, frowning in pain.
Xiao Qiong'er is really spoiled by him. It seems that we need to deal with the matter here as soon as possible and teach him a lesson.
——Still awake? It’s over, it’s over, you won’t die, right?
Jiye's slender hand gently rubbed his cheek, and suddenly he noticed the eyes of several people around him, and his hand stopped.
"What's the matter?"
The four people waiting for the upcoming punishment and Shang who is about to execute the punishment: "!!!"
Why does the Holy Lord look like he was slapped twice?!
"Gujiu."
Jie swallowed, his big eyes looked at Jiye's face in horror, his tongue kept stumbling.
"Holy...Holy Lord, your...your face is swollen, and your mouth...is bleeding from the corners of your mouth..."
Jiye wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, looking at the blood red on his fingertips, his eyes were gloomy.
The little guy is really cruel.
Shang on the side quickly took the ice cubes he had just ordered Mo Ying to get, packed them with spirit animal skins, and gently used them to reduce the swelling on Jiye's face.
——Should I go find Lian Yu? The dignified saint died in such a frustrated way, and he should know the reason.
Dead?
Jiye's face darkened, he snatched the ice cube wrapped in animal skin from Shang's hand, stood up and walked towards the inner hall.
Just when a few people at the bottom of the steps were wondering whether they should go to Xing Prison to receive their punishment, Jiye paused slightly.
"Xing Prison..."
The hearts of several people suddenly rose to their throats.
"You don't have to go. I won't attend court for the past five days. I'll just stay in the house and think about my mistakes."
After saying that, Jiye's footsteps became farther and farther away.
Several people breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had escaped from death.
Shang also breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the place where Jiye left. He suddenly thought of the young man in white and felt something dark in his heart.
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"Hey, Lianyu hasn't come out of seclusion yet, what can we do about this matter? Jiye can't really die in such a daze, right?"
Hua Yuqiong's mind was filled with melancholy, and she suddenly thought of Tanxiao Tower.
Except for the sixth floor of the Tanxiao Building, which can be occupied by people, the first to fifth floors have been opened up, creating a huge library. It is filled with some weird ancient books and various secrets that have not been circulated.
There is something about the festival night.
Just as she said, Hua Yuqiong ducked into the library in Tanxiao Building.
In the library, there was a scent of osmanthus, vaguely mixed with the scent of jasmine.
Hua Yuqiong was startled and looked up. This chapter has been completed!