The goddess of fast wear is super burning

Chapter 647 Alternative God (21)

The white-robed priest said: "Send the saint away." He looked at Wei Xi, with a hint of hope in his calm eyes, and said firmly, "Send her to someone who will allow her to live a normal life." world."

Wei Xi gave him a strange look: "You think I have this ability?"

"I don't know if you have this ability, but you must have been there." The white-robed priest said firmly.

Even if Wei Xi doesn't have this ability, then she must have someone behind her back to help her.

The white-robed priest slightly bent his eyes, and continued to say in a calm manner: "If you refuse to help, then there is no need for that corpse to exist."

Whether the threat is useful or not depends on whether the other party really cares about that thing.

Wei Xi narrowed his eyes and stared at the person opposite for a while, then said softly, "What if I still disagree?"

The white-robed priest put down the teacup in his hand and stood up. Even though he was rejected, he showed no other emotion: "In that case, I will leave."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards the gate of the courtyard. When he was approaching the gate, he stopped and said in a calm voice: "There is still half an hour before the body is burned. You can think about it."

Wei Xi watched the white-robed priest leave, until the candle came in, she still maintained that posture, motionless.

Zhuzhao looked back at the gate of the courtyard while holding the bamboo sticks that swept the floor, walked up to Wei Xi and raised his hand, shaking: "Pavilion Master, are you alright?"

"Don't scare me!"

Wei Xi stretched out his hand to rest his forehead with a slight headache: "When did he come?"

Zhuzhao made some calculations, and said with a serious face: "The last time I cleaned the courtyard was half a month ago, and it may have been nearly half a month."

Wei Xi: "..."

She glanced at the cold tea, got up and left the stone bench: "I'll go out for a while, if anyone comes looking for it, tell me that I haven't left the customs yet."

Zhuzhao was about to respond, but when he raised his eyes, he found that Wei Xi had already left.

"So anxious." He shook his head, took the bamboo sticks and began to clean the courtyard.

...

The white-robed priest did not leave. As soon as Wei Xi came out of the Shenji Pavilion, he saw him on the opposite roof, standing with his hands behind his back, looking in the direction of the temple.

Noticing Wei Xi coming out, he breathed a sigh of relief, his tone still not fluctuating at all: "It seems that I won the bet."

Wei Xi said: "Tomorrow, bring the corpse and the saintess to the Shenji Pavilion." After a pause, she added: "But I can only do my best."

The white-robed priest also knew the difficulty of this matter, but it was better than no hope.

He nodded slightly to Wei Xi: "Thank you."

Zhuzhao didn't expect Wei Xi to come back so quickly, he was startled when he saw his pavilion master appearing in the courtyard like a gust of wind before he finished sweeping the ground.

"The pavilion..."

Wei Xi sat down at the stone table. He wanted to calculate the situation of the temple, but then remembered that the place was isolated from all external forces, and even the God of the God Realm couldn't predict it.

But if nothing happened, why did the priests of the temple come to her?
Wei Xi propped his chin, thinking about a question: "What would happen if there were no saintesses in the temple?"

Zhuzhao thought that Wei Xi was talking to him, so he thought about it for a long time, and said, "Without the saintess, they can still elect countless saintesses. It would be great if the temple was gone."

As he said that, a bit of pity appeared in his eyes: "Those saints are really pitiful, let alone live to twenty, even if they can't escape."

(End of this chapter)