Sealed Divine Throne

His breath still lingered in the air, and there was even a little warmth between the quilts, which proved that he had indeed slept here before. However, where could he go so late?

With her body flickering, Cai'er came out of the window like a wisp of green smoke and reappeared on the street. She tapped the green bamboo stick gently on the ground and walked slowly towards the hotel where she lived. At this time, her heart was full of worry. After not finding Long Haochen, she searched every room, including where Li Xin and Ye Hua lived. Every time she entered a room, she would quietly feel the changes in the atmosphere, looking for the one that belonged to him. But all efforts were in vain. He was not here, and there was no trace of him in the entire hotel except his own room.

Could it be that something happened to him? The sound of the green bamboo stick tapping the ground in Cai'er's hand became obviously louder. There is a layer of frost on his beautiful face. If something happens to him, no matter who it is, I will not let him go.

After returning to her residence and sitting cross-legged on the bed, Cai'er's heart could not calm down. Logically speaking, this is the headquarters of the Temple Alliance, and as a contestant in the Demon Hunting Group trials, the possibility of anything happening to him is extremely small. When I attacked Yang Wenzhao before, weren't there strong men from the alliance coming to the rescue within a short time? But, where can he go?

For half an hour, Cai'er was unable to enter a meditative state.

I'm going to find him.

After getting out of bed again, Cai'er grabbed her green bamboo stick and left the hotel again. But because of the anxiety in her heart, she forgot to wear her veil in the dark night.

The night was as cold as water, and Cai'er woke up a little when the night wind blew gently. As the saying goes, caring leads to chaos. After calming down a little, she kept thinking about where Long Haochen might go. As long as he wasn't kidnapped, where would he go?

Could it be...

Suddenly something occurred to her. Could he have gone there? However, it is so late, is it possible?

No matter, whether he would go or not, that place was still a target.

On weekdays, she and Long Haochen could walk for half an hour, and the time spent in a light leap was only a dozen breaths.

The tip of her nose moved slightly, and Cai'er's expression changed. It was his smell, it was his smell, and he was actually here.

The green bamboo stick tapped the ground quickly, and Cai'er stepped forward quickly. Follow the familiar refreshing breath.

It was already difficult for Long Haochen to maintain his consciousness. Repeated falls made him weaker. At this time, he could no longer even see the scenery in front of him clearly. But he still stood there with clenched teeth, his body shaking like a tumbler.

"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk"

"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk"

The familiar voice made him barely conscious. Is it her? Or am I hallucinating.

"Long Haochen." Cai'er sounded anxious.

Immediately afterwards, a slender green bamboo stick was pointed at Long Haochen.

Long Haochen was already unsteady on his feet and fell to the ground with a thud. However, this fall also made him sober up.

Wearing a long black dress, her long purple hair was slightly messy but flowed down like a waterfall, draping over his face. A faint, slightly cold fragrance came. He suddenly saw a face full of anxiety.

Her slightly pale skin and dull eyes couldn't cover up her beauty in the slightest. It's her, it's her.

In his own memory, this was the first time he saw Cai'er's face. The extremely delicate facial features are completely opposite to her cold temperament. She is soft and beautiful, with jade-like dimples and green eyebrows. Although her jade-like skin is slightly pale, it is crystal clear and as delicate as a freshly peeled lychee. The elegant and refined appearance was imprinted in Long Haochen's mind almost instantly.

"How are you?" Sensing Long Haochen's fall, Cai'er suddenly became anxious and hurriedly knelt down to touch him with both hands.

There was a slight dampness on his clothes, which had obviously been soaked by night dew. His body was still trembling slightly, and his breath was extremely unstable.

"Cai'er, Cai'er, I'm sorry." Seeing Cai'er suddenly, Long Haochen's heart was filled with joy. His consciousness was blurred and he couldn't think about why Cai'er appeared at this time. But the excitement in my heart could not be suppressed. Holding her tender little hands, he said with uneven breath: "I, I... didn't... break the promise on purpose..., are you willing... to forgive me...?"

Cai'er's heart was shocked when he held his hands, because she clearly felt that his hands were so cold, completely different from the warmth of the past.

She quickly grabbed his wrist pulse with her backhand, and in just a moment, Cai'er could already feel the weakness of his body. Moreover, his weak body was on the verge of collapse due to the cold night dew.

"I forgive you." Cai'er leaned down, carefully hugged his upper body, and put her right hand on his vest. The soft spiritual power slowly poured into Long Haochen's body, helping him get rid of the chill in his body. If he didn't If the cold air is forced out in time, it is likely to leave him with a chronic illness.

How could she not forgive him? When she discovered that he was here, she had already guessed what he was thinking. He was so weak and still thinking about his agreement with her. No matter how much dissatisfaction she had in her heart, it was gone at this moment. What's more, he didn't intentionally break the promise!

Cai'er's spiritual power was very warm. Long Haochen was really too weak at this time, and his eyelids were very heavy. Before he fell into a deep sleep, he muttered something.

After a while, Long Haochen had returned to his room.

Cai'er carefully tucked him in, sat on the edge of the bed and held his hand quietly.

At this time, under the conditioning of Cai'er's spiritual power, Long Haochen's palms were somewhat warm again and were no longer so cold.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't doubt you." Cai'er's beautiful face showed a touch of tenderness. She carefully raised her hand and touched Long Haochen's face gently, touching the bridge of his nose. , delicate skin and moderately thick lips. A blush gradually appeared on Cai'er's pale and pretty face.

Dark golden light flashed, and the dagger quietly appeared in her palm. Her soft fingers were like the most dexterous artist. The dagger moved lightly and carved a line of small words on the side of Long Hao's morning bed. Then he covered it with his palm.

She touched his cheek again with some reluctance, and Cai'er's pretty face turned red with embarrassment. At this moment, the words Long Haochen muttered before he fell into coma were still echoing in her heart. What he said was: "Cai'er, you are so beautiful."

Alliance Government.

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Han Qian, the captain of the Holy Knights of the Knights Temple, who is second only to another ninth-level power in the Temple Alliance, is standing in front of a wide desk with a frosty face. The loud noise just now is He slapped his palm on the table.

"Ying Suifeng, if you don't give me an explanation today, don't blame my Knight Temple for falling out." Han Qian's chest was burning with anger. Can he not be angry? Not only him, but at this time, the senior officials of the Knight Temple stationed in the Temple Alliance were collectively furious. Even the ninth-level powerful man who usually retreated in seclusion was alarmed.

The disciplinary knight Yang Wenzhao, who was the most promising to win the first place in the preliminary round of this year's Knight Temple and owned a spiritual furnace, was severely injured in his residence. And there is no doubt that the person who severely injured him came from the Assassin Temple. Whether it is the signature skills of the Assassin Temple or the Thousand Strikes Spiritual Furnace, they are all the most prominent symbols of the Assassin Temple.

As soon as the day broke, Han Qian came to charge aggressively to accuse him.

The core representatives of the six major temples are all stationed in the alliance's governing government. Every ten years, a group of committee members representing each major temple will be elected to unify the affairs of the Knights Temple. At its core, there are thirty-six presidium members, six from each temple. Therefore, although the Knights Temple is nominally the first of the six temples, it does not occupy a completely dominant position in the alliance.

Han Qian is one of the six presidium members of the Knights Temple, and is the captain of the Holy Knights, commanding the thirty-six paladins of the Knights Temple. He is also the deputy master of the Knights Temple who is responsible for handling daily affairs. His status is so respected that only those in the Knights Temple can do so. Under the three Divine Seal Knights, and his qualifications are so senior that even among the three Divine Seal Knights, only one can surpass him.

Opposite Han Qian, sitting behind the desk, was a slender old man, dressed in very ordinary-looking black clothes, with short gray hair, and an equally ordinary appearance. The only thing that was different from ordinary people was probably his eyes. It was a pair of eyes full of desolation and lifelessness. If he had been lying on the ground, he would have been considered dead.

Han Qian has a respected position in the Knights Temple, and the person in front of him is also not an easy person to deal with. The master of the Knights Hall of the Assassin Temple, Ying Suifeng, the deputy hall master who controls the thirty-six most powerful Hidden Assassins in the Assassin Temple. At the same time, he is also the manager responsible for the daily affairs of the Assassin Temple.

The Assassin Temple is different from the Knight Temple. In many cases, they cause headaches to the Seventy-two Demon Gods of the Demon Clan. The Seventy-two Demon Gods are also constantly changing. In the process of this replacement, over the past six thousand years, there have been Ninety-one demon gods died at the hands of those in the Assassin Temple. This brilliance is unmatched by the other five temples.

Even in the alliance, no one knows how deep the Assassin Temple's cards are. Only the Alliance Presidium knows how many ninth-level experts there are in the Assassin Temple. Among the six major temples, the Assassin Temple has always been called the most unprovoked existence.

Ying Suifeng did not have any emotional fluctuations because of Han Qian's rage, "If such a big thing happens, I will naturally give you an explanation."

Han Qian calmed down a little at this time, pulled up a chair and sat down. He looked at Ying Suifeng angrily.

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I saw someone saying that Cai'er was cold and ruthless. That's because you don't know Cai'er's past. For Cai'er, the importance of Long Haochen ranks first in her life. The reason why she cares so much about Long Haochen and even hurts others for his sake is related to Cai'er's past experience. These will be explained in the following content. Please take your time and watch. Cai'er is even more pitiful than everyone imagined.

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