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At this time, Jiuqing also spitted out a mouthful of blood in the Temple of the Divine Sect, dyeing the white robe and clothes on his body red.

Close her eyes, let out a hoarse cough in her throat, Jiuqing's luck pressed down the blood tumbling inside her body, looked up at the picture in her last glasses, and after confirming that she had obtained the result she wanted, she supported the ground with one hand and stood up little by little.

Covering the position of his heart, there was no blood on his face, and his peerless appearance was completely white, and his eyes lost the peace of the past and were stained with a blurry and frost.

A sound of wind breaking into his eardrums. Jiuqing turned around, looked up at the palace gate that was closed by his divine power, and walked slowly over.

There were more footsteps outside the hall and more noisy.

Jiuqing took a breath, staggered towards the palace gate, slowly raised his hand, raised his sleeves lightly, and the heavy palace gate automatically opened to both sides.

After entering the temple for five months, it seemed that the world outside had been missing.

Everyone under the temple steps looked at the woman walking out of the temple in shock.

The noble ninth princess of the royal family and the crown prince personally selected by the gods, have a beautiful appearance and a fairy-like appearance. They are always pure and unrestrained in daily life, and their eyes are calm and calm.

No matter what happens, she is always noble and inviolable in front of others, and she has almost never had any mistakes, and no one has ever seen her when she was injured, because no one in this world can hurt her.

However, at this moment, her beautiful face was pale and haggard, with bright red bloodshots condensed on the corner of her mouth, and she was wearing her exclusive white robe when she entered the temple. The blood on the white robe was like a blooming red lotus, so beautiful and so shocking.

The King Chen, the princes, and the concubines in the harem who rushed over were unable to react, and they looked at the scene in shock and dumbfounded.

King Chen frowned deeply, and a strange feeling flashed through his heart.

"Qinger!" Xuanyuan Chong looked at Jiu Qing, who was covered in blood in shock, his face pale as paper, and stepped onto the palace stairs in a blink of an eye. "Qinger, how are you? Is your body important?"

The queen stared at Jiuqing on the palace steps with a pale face, completely unaware of what had happened.

Isn’t Jiuqing in seclusion?

How could she be injured? And she looked so seriously injured?

Jiuqing's eyes swept across the people under the hall steps, their eyes were ruthless and moodless, and they were extremely calm.

Everyone was swept by her eyes, and they all shivered involuntarily, turned their heads subconsciously, and did not dare to look at her.

"Father." Jiuqing held the palace wall of the temple with one hand, turned his head slightly, looked at his father, and spoke calmly, "The high priest told his father that his son had used the Seven-character Mantra to peek at his past and present lives, right?"

Xuanyuan pursed his lips again and nodded stiffly.

"But the high priest didn't know what the son saw."

Xuanyuan Chong stared at her in a daze, feeling a deep sense of uneasiness, "Qinger..."

"My son was unable to love in his previous life, and finally jumped down from the high palace building and died for love at the age of sixteen." Jiuqing said lightly, "In this life, as the crown prince of the Southern tribe, he shoulders the heavy responsibility of family and country. The love sacrifice will not happen to Mr. Chen again, but the father... does he really hope that Mr. Chen will live alone in this life, alone, and once again suffer the pain and sadness of not being able to love?"

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