Chapter 1342 Is a Member of My Holy Clan

Qin Bai flung his sleeves and left, Jing Yue's arrogant laughter sounded in the attic, as if she felt that Qin Bai had gone away, the expression on Jing Yue's face slowly subsided.

Dressed in a simple white dress without the slightest tidying up, with her black hair casually draped over her back, Jing Yue's face restrained all her emotions, the figure sitting by the table lowered her head, clenched her hands slightly, and looked at the locked The iron chains on his ankles were silent for a long time.

I don't know the past few months anymore, Jing Yue only knows that it was a warm March day at that time, and now the scorching sun outside is already so scorching, even if she is locked in the attic, she can still feel the blowing wind. The hot wind coming in carries the taste of summer.

It should be now...

June and July, right?

maybe later...

The corner of Jingyue's mouth curled into a cold smile. Ever since she woke up, she was in this room. The scenes of the past flashed across Jingyue's mind. Very far away from her.

The last memory is that battle, where many people died.

Obviously won, but lost again.

Jing Yue looked up at the silver wind chime fluttering in the wind, and with the breeze blowing, it made a crisp sound.

The Saint Race is the place where Jing Yue said she would set foot early in the morning, but she did not expect to set foot here in this way. Jing Yue's eyes were extremely cold, and she still remembered that after the consciousness of the last struggle, she did something later. I don't remember anything at all.

When Jing Yue regained her clarity again, this is the place where she opened her eyes.

The base camp of the Holy Clan far away from the secular world.

"Saint, eat something." When Jingyue was thinking about the distance, a respectful call came from her ear, and Jingyue's body moved slightly and turned to look.

The woman who was walking towards Jingyue with a plate was dressed in white, and respectfully placed the plate in her hand on the table in front of Jingyue, looking at Jingyue with a little worry in her dark eyes. .

"Qing Ru, I didn't say that you should not call me a saint." Jing Yue frowned in disgust when she heard the woman's address, and said in a cold voice.

"But the saint..." Qing Ru, the maid who has been taking care of Jing Yue's daily life for so long, now heard Jing Yue's words, and when she opened her mouth to speak, she came into contact with Jing Yue's panting eyes. Silently swallowed the words in his mouth while his golden-green eyes gleamed coldly.

"Yes." Qing Ru replied softly and weakly.

"Take the food away, I don't want to eat it." Jing Yue looked at the food brought in, turned her head indifferently, and closed her eyes without saying a word, as if she didn't want to talk to her.

"..." Looking at Jingyue's appearance, Qingru opened her mouth as if she wanted to speak, but she didn't know what to say. The corners of her lips moved slightly, she looked at Jingyue helplessly and said, "Miss Yue , why do you torture yourself like this..."

"The high priest is so kind to the girl... The girl is a member of my holy clan, why is she so determined to leave?" Qing Ru was very puzzled, staring at Jing Yue and said with a puzzled expression.

"Huh?" Jing Yue chuckled, her eyelashes fluttered slightly and slowly opened, her golden-green eyes stared straight at Qingru and said, "Be nice to me? Kill my father first, Do you want to kill my brother again?"