"Summoning power level three..." The black-clothed old man next to him looked at the big black stone in disbelief, and then at Xiao Qingti, with eyes full of disbelief: "How come?! The saint has clearly reached level seven..."
"Go down!" Xiling, who was sitting next to him, was as sinking as water.
"The sacrificial ceremony after half a month?" The black-clothed old man bowed and asked not worrying about it.
"It will be held as usual." Xiling was expressionless.
"But the saint's summoning power is not enough now..."
"This king has his own opinion, you can prepare as usual."
"Yes!" The black-clothed old man turned and left.
Xiling Qi also stood up.
"His Royal Highness!" Xiao Qingti leaped over and knelt under his feet and hugged his legs: "His Royal Highness, would you postpone the ceremony? Wait for half a year, half a year, and I will work hard to come back..."
Xi Ling looked down and was silent for a moment: "Qing Tie, the ceremony invitation for the sacrificial ceremony has been sent out. Now that it is rescheduled, it will be criticized by others, and my prince mansion can't afford to lose this person."
"Then-what are you going to do?" Xiao Qingti's eyes seemed to have a glimmer of hope: "Your mind is extremely high, and you and I will blend in blood at the sacrifice ceremony. Perhaps your strength can make up for Qingchan's lack of summoning power..."
"Qing Tie." Xiling Qi finally leaned over and pulled her up. His expressionless handsome face finally softened a little: "Qing Tie, this king can't take that risk. My brother is still staring at him. Wang, this grand ceremony must summon a Yunjiao above level five, and I can't let him read the joke. Therefore, Qingti, I can only wrong you."
Xiao Qingti was cold all over, her face turned completely pale, and she trembled: "What do you want to do? Let Xiao Qingchan be a saint, and I will be a sacrifice? You-you know that I was calculated by her. …"
Xiling Qi silently said for a while, "That can only blame you for being too careless."
"No!" Xiao Qingti suddenly hugged his waist and tried to make the last effort: "His Royal Highness, you can't do this. You said that you like me the most. You said you wouldn't let anyone bully me, and you said you want to Make me a prince Liangdi, and grow old with me..."
Xiling let her hug each other, neither pushing away nor holding back. He didn't speak any more, but if he didn't speak, it meant indirectly that he would not take his life back.
Xiao Qingti was finally desperate, suddenly let go of him and backed away a few steps, his eyes almost burst into flames: "You...you must use me as a sacrifice? Will it not be changed?"
Xiling Qi still doesn't speak, and if he doesn't speak, it's acquiescence.
Xiao Qingti stared at him with a pair of bright eyes, as if he had met this man for the first time, stepping back step by step: "The Five Colors Continent has regulations. The twin sisters of the Luoxia tribe with summoning power are not allowed to calculate each other, and those who violate the order will be broken! Just go out and tell everyone that Xiao Qingchan calculated me..." She turned around and ran out.
When Xiling lifted his hands together, a blue light flashed, and Xiao Qingti seemed to have been tapped on the acupuncture points, and fell to the ground with a thud.
Xiao Qingti looked at him in disbelief, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't say a word.
Xiling walked slowly to her, leaned over and lightly grasped her two small hands, you sighed: "Qing Ti, this king also knows that you have been wronged, but this king can't help it. You still don’t have to speak anymore from today..."
He looked down at her snow-white and tender little hands, and sighed again: "In this half a month, the king will try to compensate you..." Her hands tightened, and Xiao Qingti's face suddenly paled, and she opened her mouth to open her mouth. Phew, but I can't make a sound...