Feng Tianlan found his words interesting.
The Imperial Master was really strange.
He was both good and evil.
He couldn't be called good or bad.
He seemed to live only for himself.
Such a person is quite cool.
The Imperial Master looked at Feng Tianlan's back as he gradually disappeared from the Jialan Palace.
His unwavering eyes made it difficult to tell what he was thinking.
He stared for a long time before turning around and returning to his room.
As soon as he entered the room, a burst of evil spiritual power hit his face, but he didn't even move his brows.
He raised his hand and waved the spiritual power back.
He heard a bang, as if something had hit him.
Got to the wall.
The Imperial Master waved his hand lightly, and the simple room seemed even simpler.
He had already arrived in another room.
There were paintings by Feng Tianlan and Si Mobai hanging on the wall, and there was a person leaning against the corner with a smile on his face.
There was some bloodshot blood, and it was obvious that the sound just now was from him falling to the ground.
"Why do you want to trick her into dripping blood on the prediction ball, Imperial Preceptor, are you going to help her or harm her?"
Regardless of her own pain, Xi Jin raised her eyes and asked the Imperial Preceptor angrily.
He clearly knew the consequences of dripping blood from a person's heart into the prediction ball, but he still tempted Dai'er to drip blood.
The Imperial Master was not a good person at all.
"She wants to know the past, she wants to know the truth."
The Imperial Master looked at Xi Jin who was hiding under the cloak, his face as pale as a piece of paper.
"She needs to know that there is no need to use the Prediction Ball to let her go to the Heavenly Soul Tower."
Because he was too excited to speak, he spoke a little angrily and his voice was a little breathy.
The Imperial Master looked at him condescendingly, "Then it's just like the dream in the Earth Soul Tower.
If you're not careful, will you be in it forever?"
"But that's better than becoming a devil."
Xi Jin stood up holding the wall and roared angrily, how could a clean person like Dai'er become a devil.
The Imperial Master looked up at him as he folded his cloak and asked lightly, "Do you regret it?"
If Xi Jin wanted to help Feng Tianlan, he would fall into the devil's path.
From the time he asked for a sound on the screen wall, he had been wandering outside the devil's path until he completely knew the truth about the bowl of dumplings.
He was completely possessed by the devil.
He should have He lost his mind and forgot everything, but he always thought about his beloved.
Feng Tianlan is the only one who keeps him from turning into a bloodthirsty devil, right?
"National Preceptor, I want to help her, I want her to be happy, I want her to be happy, not to ask her to be like me, so please stop trying to influence her."
Xi Jin's tone softened a bit.
Do you regret it?
No regrets This is what he owes Dai'er, and he should pay it back, no matter what his fate is "Isn't what I am doing now just helping her?"
the Imperial Master asked calmly.
Xi Jin snorted coldly, "You can either stand by and watch, or stop thinking about her blood, otherwise" "Otherwise," the Imperial Master sneered, "What can you do to me?"
If you don’t have much ability, don’t imitate others’ threats.
That’s just a joke.
Xi Jin clenched his fists in his sleeves.
Looking at this unpredictable and unpredictable Imperial Preceptor, he was unable to do anything.
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There were still many things to do, and he needed the Imperial Preceptor's help.
Dai'er still has so many disasters to go through.
If we don't help her, how difficult it will be for her.
"If you regret it, it's still too late.
I can help you forget about her.
As long as you let go of your obsession, you will no longer be a demon, but will still be the prince of Eastern Shu
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