The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 218 Saint, Meteor (2)

The rain of blood came swiftly and suddenly, without any chance for people to react.

The clothes hanging in the courtyards of many people were soaked.

But at this moment, no one dared to speak out and curse this bloody rain.

It was as if before this, no matter what was said, it seemed like a blasphemy against the blood rain.

In this strange atmosphere, Song Lanyi quickly searched for the recorded information in his mind.

Finally, at a certain moment, her body froze.

She remembered the contents of a book:

[If a saint falls, the heaven and the earth will mourn together, and the blood will rain continuously. 】

Xie Shiba looked at the scene outside the window, and for some reason, his throat was slightly dry, "This is... what happened?"

Song Lanyi glanced at him, didn't say anything, just said: "I will enter the palace."

After finishing speaking, she climbed up the window lattice directly, like a light ape white rabbit, jumped off the window lattice suddenly, then slightly bent her legs to relieve the force, and bounced up.

After landing again, she swiftly ran towards the location of the palace.

There are not a few officials like Song Lanyi.

They didn't even have time to put on their court clothes, so they hurried away in ordinary clothes.

When they arrived in front of the Qianhe Hall, several elders in the cabinet had already stood solemnly.

It was rare for Zhou Shoufu and Yang Gelao to stand together quietly without choking each other.

No one was in the mood for joking, they all looked tense and the atmosphere was silent.

It was not until a while later that Emperor Amaterasu came slowly.

He stood on top of the main hall of the Qianhe Palace, and under his eyes were the silent courtiers.

After a long silence, he announced an established fact with a slightly hoarse voice, "Just now, the Bamboo Sage that I did so much... died!"

Bamboo Sage...

Although she didn't know him, when Song Lanyi heard the word "sacrifice", his pupils shrank unavoidably.

What is it that deserves the word "sacrifice"?
And what is it that makes a saint sacrifice?

Saints are already the ceiling of this world's combat power level, what... can make them die...

At this moment, Song Lanyi's heart turned a thousand times, and countless thoughts were lingering in her mind.

Is it because of the conflict on the barbaric frontier?
For some reason, Song Lanyi silently denied this idea in his heart.

She is from Shuobei, so far she still has correspondence with King Ming, if there is any change in Yaoman, she shouldn't be ignorant of it.

Her mind was in a mess, and even Amaterasu's words came in one ear and out the other.

The only one who listened...

That is, the auction was postponed, and a seven-day cold meal was made to express condolences.

When it was time to go to court, Song Lanyi was stopped by the servant again.

The servant lowered his head respectfully, "Lord Song, Your Majesty is here to ask you."

In the past, this phenomenon would definitely attract the envious eyes of others.

But today, no one pays any attention to that.

When Song Lanyi came to the hall, Emperor Amaterasu sat alone on the table.

Song Lanyi looked at him from afar, and suddenly noticed that the middle-aged emperor's temples had turned gray.

He sat alone in the lonely and cold hall, and the empty hall was like a snow-covered mountain.

And Emperor Amaterasu is on the top of the mountain.

When he saw Song Lanyi, he suddenly raised his head, smelling of alcohol, but his eyes were exceptionally clear.

He said, "Sit."

Song Lanyi hesitated for a moment, then sat down cross-legged.

As soon as her buttocks touched the cushion, she heard Emperor Amaterasu say, "Are you also wondering why the saint has reached the pinnacle of force in the world, but still sacrifices?"

Song Lanyi probed, "Because there is a stronger existence?"

Emperor Amaterasu pulled the corner of his mouth, "So, where does the stronger existence come from?"

Now it was Song Lanyi's turn to be speechless.

Emperor Tianzhao pointed to the underground, "Yuanjia, have you ever thought that under countless dynasties, there were officials and underworld officials similar to the imperial power in the underground, there was black and white impermanence, and there was Emperor Fengdu. So... what about the sky?"

Just as Emperor Amaterasu stretched out his finger and pointed to the sky, there was a sudden thunder in the sky.

This thunderbolt came so suddenly that even the servants outside the hall were startled.

Emperor Amaterasu still remained indifferent.

He took a sip of his wine and said lightly, "Time doesn't wait, Yuan Jia, I understand what you want. In the coming days, the sons and daughters of the Sea Clan, Monster Clan, and the Shiwan Dashan will all come to Shangjing."

"At that time, if you can lead the female students of Wutong Academy to occupy a place in the competition of various ethnic groups, I promise you, women... can also take the scientific examination!"

An astonishing brilliance bloomed in Song Lanyi's eyes, "Is what His Majesty said true?!"

Emperor Amaterasu took another sip of his wine, his eyes darkened, and he seemed to murmur to himself, "Time does not wait...for you it is so, for me...why not?"

In the end, Emperor Tianzhao patted Song Lanyi on the shoulder, as if he was looking at a junior whom he was very optimistic about.

"Yuan Jia, take one step at a time, don't... let me down..."

When Song Lanyi walked out of the Qianhe Hall, she was silent.

She didn't know what there was in the sky that could make saints die for it.

It's just that she deeply understands a truth again, if she wants to protect the one she loves, she can only keep getting stronger!

She still needs to study harder!

As long as the liver is not dead, go to the liver to die!
Inside the Song residence.

Steward Wang looked at his young lady, as soon as she came in from the outside, she rushed into the study like a demon and started to read, and she couldn't help but sighed again.

Xun Xing already knew what he was doing.

He also imitated Steward Wang's appearance and sighed, "Well, a person's life is to come naked and go naked. Since death is an established festival, why do you have to work so hard? You can't just eat and wait for death. okay?"

Steward Wang became anxious when he heard that, "Bah, bah, what death is an established festival, can you put it a little nicer! Our Yiyi might become a saint in the future! How can a saint die!"

Xun Xing tilted his head, and looked at Butler Wang with slightly larger and dark pupils, "But if Miss Song is immortal and you die instead, what should I do?"

Steward Wang seemed to be struck by a thunderbolt.

right.

If Yiyi didn't die, but he died instead, what would happen?
It doesn't matter if he dies, I'm just afraid that Yiyi will be sad...

Steward Wang blushed and clenched his fist, "I want to study! I want to study too!"

After speaking, he hurried to the study on the other side to flip through the books.

Xun Xing silently withdrew his eyes, with a look of deep merit and fame.

And at this moment, in Song Lanyi's study, the window was slightly opened, revealing a...a thumb up.

Xunxing laughed immediately.

Who is he?

With him on the way, is there anyone who can't get it right?
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