MTL - The Strong Beauty is a Goddess in Showbiz

Xi Yan's voice suddenly stopped. He raised his head faintly and looked at Si Jin's impatient expression.

"." He fell strangely silent, and after a while he said wordlessly: "I understand."

Hauntingly, this guy is suddenly so interested in this matter. Is it because there is a temple priest at the sacrifice site? !

but-

Xi Yan glanced at him suspiciously: "Have you had a quarrel with the temple priest recently?"

 He thought for several seconds before awkwardly uttering the word "quarrel".

 After all, such words were used for temple priests. He couldn't imagine that picture, it was really weird.

"You're the one quarreling." Si Jin glared back angrily, "We won't quarrel."

 xi Yan: "."

Even if it’s not a quarrel, you really look like a resentful woman.

Suddenly Xi Yan mentioned this matter, and the depression in Si Jin's heart became active again. He drank down the wine cup on the table with some boredom.

After that day, the priests of the temple went into purification.

Even if the general had arrived outside the side hall this time, he could no longer see her. The door to his dormitory was closed, and the temple priests withdrew their preference for him.

 “.This is the strongest wine for a lost country.”

Xi Yan reminded silently on the side, looking at the corners of Si Jin's eyes that were obviously hurt, but still poured himself another glass silently, and said nothing more.

"You" it took him a long time to utter the word, and then there was no more words. Xi Yan scratched his head in despair, "Forget it, it's up to you!"

　　He has advised everything that needs to be advised, but how could Si Jin be someone who would turn back once he was advised?

 The people or things he identifies cannot be changed even with his life.

 After two glasses of strong wine, his throat and stomach were extremely hot, but the general's expression was still terrifyingly calm: "I have already given the layout, and we will act according to the plan."

".become."

 The day of the Spring Festival Ceremony.

The mighty temple team greeted the temple priest's chariot and headed to the location of the altar.

 The general is responsible for guarding this sacrificial ceremony, so he should arrange himself to **** the temple priests.

He walked at the forefront, but his eyes always looked back vaguely.

The chariot of the temple priest, with layers of curtains, blurs the appearance, and only a dignified and graceful figure can be seen, as well as a line of sight that cannot be ignored.

 —The temple priests were looking at him.

 Realizing this, Si Jin's heart skipped a beat and he almost couldn't maintain his cold and solemn expression.

But soon, the temple priest withdrew his gaze.

The general felt a little regretful, and he was even more displeased when he thought that there would be bugs without eyes that would disturb her sacrificial ceremony later.

 Under the attention of the people on both sides, the team arrived in the open space outside the altar in an orderly manner.

 The soldiers spread out to form a siege and guard the surrounding area.

 Under the altar, all the princes and ministers had arrived. When they heard the noise outside, they all set their eyes on the temple procession outside.

The general tightened the rope, turned over, jumped off the horse, and walked quickly to the chariot of the temple priest.

 As he approached, the eyes of the priests around the chariot were obviously wary and fearful.

The general has a reputation for evil and great power, but the priests of the temple do not punish him. As a result, even if they are dissatisfied, they are unable to do anything.

Si Jin likes to see the way these priests are unhappy but can only hold it in.

 “Master Priest, we are here.”

He raised his voice and spoke to the people in the chariot. Their eyes converged in mid-air. The temple priest clearly saw the joy in his eyes, as if he no longer cared about her cold warning before.

ˆ “.”

 The general is indeed a paranoid person.

 The temple priest slowly stepped down from the chariot.

 “Meet the priest!!”

There were waves of sound all around the venue.

The temple priest glanced lightly at the general who was still following him, and walked forward without saying a word.

The general understood the meaning of her look and raised the corners of his lips: "This general is responsible for guarding the sacrificial ceremony. The safety of the priest is naturally the most important thing."

 So, he must follow her at all times.

The complex and heavy robes worn by the temple priest cut across the smooth ground. Her brows and eyes were full of compassion and indifference, as well as the unfathomable depth of her insightful eyes.

Under such eyes, even if the lost princes and ministers had different thoughts, they could only restrain themselves.

The general followed the temple priest all the way to the altar, and then watched her step up the steps of the altar and walked towards the highest position.

 When the temple priest arrived at the center of the circular altar, he withdrew his gaze, stood aside, and looked at Xi Yan opposite.

The sixth prince and the fifth prince were standing next to Xi Yan. According to the fifth prince's current hatred for the sixth prince, if he wanted to take action, the sixth prince would definitely be bloodied at such a close distance.

Fortunately, Si Jin's cold gaze calmly glanced at the weak-breathing people behind them. These were all the soldiers he had arranged to die.

Of course he will not let anyone disturb the sacrificial ceremony of the temple priest.

 After the temple priest prayed to heaven and earth, the sacrificial ceremony began soon.

 In order to communicate with heaven, or to please the gods, the priest of the temple needs to perform a witchcraft dance himself.

Even though she was wearing such a heavy priest's robe, her movements were not affected at all. However, in the general's opinion, he still liked the figure of the temple priest dancing his sword under the moon.

That is the only picture in the world that only he can appreciate at the same time.

 However, just as the witchcraft dance was about to end, something unexpected happened suddenly—

 “Old Liu, go to hell!”

The fifth prince who had been silent in the crowd suddenly got angry. He took out a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed it into the body of the sixth prince next to him.

 The sixth prince was startled and subconsciously avoided it, but was still injured by the dagger.

Originally, the dagger was about to pierce into his waist and abdomen, but the dead man behind the fifth prince who had been staring at him quickly took action and stopped him.

"What?!"

The fifth prince was forcefully drained of his strength and knelt down weakly. Looking at the sixth prince who was only slightly injured, his eyes were filled with strong resentment.

This thing happened suddenly, and in just a moment, a commotion broke out among the crowd. The king had already hid behind the general when it happened.

The sound of weapons clashing sounded from the outside, which was particularly clear.

The king was frightened and cowered: "General, great general"

 The faces of the princes and ministers present were not good, and they all looked at the people holding heavy troops.

Although the fifth prince was held down by the dead soldiers, he couldn't help but laugh: "Hahahaha, my army has long been surrounded outside!"

The sixth prince clutched his stomach and glared at him: "Old Five! How dare you! This is a sacrificial ceremony!"

Xi Yan, who was next to him, silently stayed away from these two people who were not very smart, so as not to harm the fish pond.