Chapter 1015 The Furious Jiang Xuecheng!

The scar on the high priest's face has not yet healed, and his still beautiful face is now extremely cold, staring at Jiang Xuecheng like a poisonous snake.

"You thought you won? No, actually you lost!"

Before the high priest finished speaking, the bright green tube pierced into her artery, and the dripping blood splashed onto the translucent glass cylinder, with mottled blood stains!

She actually wanted to die!

Jiang Xuecheng was shocked!

Jiang Xuecheng immediately wanted to stop the high priest's behavior, but through the translucent glass cylinder, no one could break through the barrier and rescue her directly!

And the high priest's heart-wrenching smile before he died was as neurotic as ever, and he no longer had any sanity at all!

The blood stained the high priest's face sadly. At this moment, her delicate facial features had a strange and terrifying feeling.

"Haha, you will never know..."

Originally, she wanted to tell Jiang Xuecheng that his and Su Wan's child was not dead, but wouldn't it be good to bury this secret with her forever? !

The remaining staff here have all been processed. Those who were involved in the child previously have been dealt with mercilessly by the high priest!

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As the blood drained from his body, the high priest suddenly felt that his eyes were filled with darkness.

After mocking Jiang Xuecheng crazily, the high priest suddenly discovered that the figures of Jiang Xuecheng and the staff were originally clear, but now they turned into a group of small black dots that were constantly trembling.

Is this... what it feels like to be on the verge of death?

The high priest's already weak hand gradually dropped, and her eyes were empty, as if she felt that she was not in this cold laboratory.

Instead, she returned to her girlhood, that closed manor with beautiful mountains and clear waters.

She saw that she and her sister were flying kites.

The girl who looked exactly like her, except that there was no tear mark on the corner of her right eye, looked up at the sky happily, holding the kite string with her slender fingers, running like the wind.

And I stood boredly by the stream, watching my sister tinkering with the kite she made by hand, shaking it with her bare hands.

Is it that fun?

thought the priest, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old at the time.

And the kite broke its string just like that, drifting across the other side of the stream and flying towards the distant mountains.

He looked at his sister hesitantly.

"You didn't send someone to pick it up? You worked hard for several days to make the kite."

The girl who looked exactly like her shook her head, and actually showed a smile that the high priest couldn't understand at all. It seemed like she was lonely, but also like she was relieved.

"Why should I let my kite be tied up in such a place? It might as well fly out."

My sister stared at the kite that was floating farther and farther away, and spoke in a low voice.

"The sky is big and the earth is big. It would be great if I could leave here together with that kite..."

She was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but the girl's eyes were dim.

Scenes from the past emerged like a fleeting glance, and the high priest felt a little sad, probably because she was on the verge of death. She only felt that the past became clearer.

After growing up, she took control of the entire family and became a priest respected by thousands of people. However, her sister was considered a dead person within the palace.

Only the high priest knew that her sister was not dead, but was sent to such a distant place by her.

So, is my sister who is far away in that distant time and space happy right now?

Even if you give up your identity, even if you give up your talents, there are so many trivial things to worry about.

Even if you no longer have the honor of being admired by thousands of people, even if you can't be the person praised by the entire family...

So, to be a wife, to be a mother.

Therefore, the appearance is gone and the years pass.

Now... is all this worth it? !

The girl-like self and her sister disappeared, but there was still a trace of nostalgia in the eyes of the high priest.

She has been entangled with power and power all her life, thinking that she could transcend the mortal world of birth, old age, illness and death, and become the god above the clouds who could change the weather.

However, I thought I could control all situations, but at this moment, I died alone.

The high priest had never shed tears in his life, but at this moment, a drop of cold tears flowed from the corner of his eyes.

Through her increasingly blurred vision, she took one last look at the young man outside the glass cylinder. His face was stern, and there was a vague look of a sister between his brows and eyes.

Oh, goodbye.

This young man who was considered her nephew finally forced her to despair.

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This woman is simply crazy!

No one thought that the high priest would choose such a decisive way to end his life!

After all, among the gods, who doesn’t know that the high priest is the person who cherishes his life the most? !

Jiang Xuecheng was horrified. He shook the glass cylinder entrance in disbelief, but it was too late.

He watched helplessly as the high priest's body slumped down and his clothes were dyed scarlet, like manjus and sandalwood blooming in hell, which was strangely gorgeous.

Jiang Xuecheng's body shook violently.

Actually...

Just die like this?

How could this be!

How could he...die like this? !

Jiang Xuecheng's dark pupils more than doubled in size, and he looked at the lifeless body in disbelief.

I just felt like my neck was being tightened by someone, and I couldn't speak.

Although he hated the high priest to the core, he never thought of ending the high priest's life so hastily!

Is there any other solution to the CHK No. 3 virus in Su Wan? How can he and Su Wan return to their original world?

Are these things going to be buried in the dust with the death of the high priest? !

The strong mood swings made Jiang Xuecheng almost crazy!

He almost wanted to reach out and touch the high priest's throat to test whether she was really dead or pretending, but the medical staff in white coats beside him quickly shouted.

"Your Highness! Don't touch the body of the priest!"

"She is infected with the CHK virus No. 3. If you touch it, although it will not work on you, it will inevitably carry the germs and harm others!"

"Yes, let's just cremate her body!"

It is said that when a wall falls, everyone pushes against it, but when the high priest died, those people switched sides so quickly, which still made Jiang Xuecheng feel pity.

When Jiang Xuecheng heard those people's words, he immediately turned around. He looked around at the doctors in white coats present and snorted coldly from his nose.

"Now you are starting to feel pity for others, thinking about not spreading the CHK No. 3 virus? Why didn't you know that this kind of behavior is unscrupulous when it was first developed?!"

Feeling the cold and stern aura on Jiang Xuecheng's body, everyone fell silent.

It was obvious that after witnessing the high priest's suicide, Jiang Xuecheng's emotions fluctuated greatly, and others could not afford to offend him.

Just when the atmosphere reached a deadlock, Ming Ye, who had been given anesthesia, opened his eyelids with some difficulty.

He woke up.