The Imperial Master gave the high priest a cold look as he came in. On the surface, he was talking about Ling Kingdom, but in fact, he was talking about Song Li.
He wanted to change the topic and let Song Li go, but he underestimated himself too much. Did he think it would be that simple
"That's enough, I have my own opinion on this matter." The Imperial Master interrupted the High Priest's words, and his eyes returned to Song Li, who breathed a sigh of relief when the High Priest came in.
Feeling the cold eyes on her body again, Song Li's hair stood on end, and her body became cold in an instant.
She had never felt such coldness on a person's body, as if she would die in the hands of this man in the next moment. This feeling was very bad.
The high priest felt a little cold, knowing that he could not achieve what he wanted, so he hurriedly said: "National Preceptor Lili is still young and ignorant. Please give her another chance."
Song Li looked up at her master, her eyes unbelievable that this was her superior master who now bowed to this man for her own sake: "Master..."
The high priest glanced at Song Li, and with that look, the gratitude in Song Li's heart disappeared in an instant.
Just because the coldness in his eyes was no less than that of a national master,
The Imperial Master walked to the front seat and sat down, looking at the High Priest with half-smiling eyes: "There is no such thing as a free lunch. I wonder what the High Priest is going to give in exchange for it?"
"This..." The high priest suddenly hesitated. Of course he knew what the imperial master was talking about, but he had managed to get such a thing.
She glanced at Song Li and frowned subconsciously, as if she was unwilling to take out such a thing properly.
Although the national master did not speak, he saw the expression of the high priest in his eyes. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his voice was obviously mocking: "It's really a pity. It seems that she will not survive. Someone..."
"No, master, please help me." Song Li opened her eyes wide in fear. It was completely unimaginable that things were about to turn around. Now it has become like this.
She didn't know what the Imperial Master wanted from her master, but she looked at him like that. It must be very important, she really wasn't sure if he would save her.
Now he crawled to the high priest's side, grabbed his clothes and begged bitterly.
However, her emotional fluctuations were too great, which aroused the poison in her body, and she screamed.
"Ah, master, please help me, I don't want to die." Song Li rolled on the ground in pain, but it didn't look like she was pretending.
The Imperial Master raised his brows slightly, walked to Song Li in a few steps, and looked at her distorted expression: "It's a bit interesting."
Being able to be accepted as a disciple by a high priest, his talent is certainly good, but to be turned into this kind of thing now really surprised him.
Song Li felt chills all over. She was already like this, but this man actually said it was interesting here
The high priest looked at Song Li with solemn eyes: "You have no cure for this poison."
"What? Master, I don't know how, please help me." Song Li wailed in pain, looking at the high priest with fear in her eyes.
The high priest looked at Song Li and became fanatical: "Who gave you this poison?"
Song Li curled up her body subconsciously, gritted her teeth and said in pain, "It's from the Nan family."
Nan family? A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the high priest, and then his eyes widened: "Are you talking about the Nan family that was wiped out more than ten years ago? Is there anyone still alive?"
"Yes, it was the child chosen by the King of Gu at that time. He has grown up now, and... and has superb Gu skills." Thinking of Nanyu's Gu skills, Song Li felt her body feel even more painful.
Originally, the high priest thought that if he knew who had such ability, he would get the person back and trick him into using his voodoo skills, but who knew it turned out to be a member of the Nan family.
At that time, the Nan family's child was already about ten years old and had completely remembered things. If you wanted to get him back, you might not be able to get what you want from him.
The national master just looked at the high priest thinking about the mess with an indifferent expression, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I suddenly had a good idea, it would be good to make her miserable like this."