Quick Wear: Why did the male protagonist fall in love with the vicious villain again?

Chapter 565: Snow on the Desk of the Infatuated Alliance Leader (169)

time flies.

The third day is the Fire Festival.

The Holy Church cordially invites guests from the Central Plains to participate in the celebration.

So one of the original members of their group had no choice but to accept the offer and was led to the vast grasslands.

Many people from the Western Regions, dressed in their finest attire, had already gathered on the grassland. In the very center was the altar that had been set up, and in front of it was a mountain of poplar wood.

Before it got dark, the people from the Central Plains martial arts world found a place to sit on the ground, but no one spoke. They all looked around, exchanged glances, and finally shook their heads at the same time.

"Ugh!"

I still haven't seen the alliance leader!

They hadn't even seen the leader in person during those three days.

Sending someone to invite them only resulted in receiving a message that the meeting would be postponed unless there was something important to discuss.

It's obvious even to a fool that the Alliance Leader is still with the Holy Son.

They were incredibly curious about the relationship between the two, but couldn't get an answer.

Because these two were so intimate on their first meeting, it's hard not to think about another layer of their relationship.

One person couldn't help but ask, "Will the alliance leader come today?"

"Really? Then the Holy Son is coming."

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

Why did everyone subconsciously assume that if the Holy Son came, the Alliance Leader would also come?

This is a problem.

Someone asked timidly, "Is the alliance leader still coming back with us...?"

"..."

"How could the Alliance Leader not go back? The matter of the Corpse Puppet Sect hasn't been resolved yet, right..." The person who answered also sounded very unsure of himself.

Everyone turned their attention to the most senior member: "Elder Xin, what do you think?"

Elder Xin stroked his white beard: "The Alliance Leader is not that kind of person. He prioritizes important matters, so you can all rest assured."

The others nodded: "That's true..."

The leader's character and conduct have been evident to all over the past three years.

But what they witnessed on the day of the discussion really made them think twice.

Because of the leader's appearance and status, many suitors flocked to him over the past three years, but the leader always remained chaste and the suitors could not get close to him. He never allowed anyone to get close to him like the Holy Son did.

But no matter how they thought about it, they found the relationship between the two to be incomprehensible.

"Our leader is just like us, a first-timer in the Western Regions, how could he... how could he..."

She was seduced by the Holy Son...

It is said that the Holy Son of the Western Regions Holy Sect was born with white hair and heterochromatic eyes, and wielded a crescent-shaped scimitar with unparalleled skill.

But they didn't know that the Holy Son was bisexual and possessed the art of bewitching souls!

Someone slapped their thigh: "Could it be! The Holy Son's heterochromatic eyes really have illusion magic, and the Alliance Leader accidentally fell for it?"

"impossible."

The voice came from a burly man.

The burly man was Protector Mo from the Lingyun Sword Sect.

The man asked, "Why is it impossible?"

"The leader of the alliance is highly skilled in martial arts and could not possibly be seduced by illusions."

"and……"

Protector Mo frowned, his expression extremely conflicted: "Could it be that the Holy Son is...that person?"

"Who?"

Everyone suddenly became curious.

Protector Mo said, "That... is the person the Alliance Leader has been looking for."

Jing Hengzhou never allowed others to interfere in his private affairs, so even Protector Mo, who was from the same sect as the Alliance Leader, only vaguely knew that Jing Hengzhou was looking for someone, and knew nothing else.

Everyone was stunned.

"So they're not meeting for the first time, but are old acquaintances?"

Protector Mo shook his head: "I'm not sure if it's that person either."

"It must be."

"A person who has been sought by the alliance leader for so long must be a very important person."

"I think so too."

Hey there! Come quick, the Fire Festival is about to begin!

Someone in the distance was calling to them.

"Okay, here you go!"

Night falls.

Everyone on the grassland gathered around the altar, holding offerings and looking excited.

As three bone flute notes rang out, a priest wearing a fire-patterned mask stepped onto the altar, holding a fire staff, and walked step by step to the highest point.

The wind blew.

A drumbeat sounded.

The priest uttered a low, guttural murmur.

Everyone silently looked up at the altar.

The ancient chanting on the altar seemed to be conversing with the vast天地 (heaven and earth).

After the chanting stopped, another drumbeat sounded.

"bye!"

The priest led the crowd in a ritual of worship toward the sky.

Boom!

With the final beat of the drum, the priest raised his fire staff high.

"Feast!"

The fire stick was thrown onto the pile of wood, and flames instantly shot up, sending thick smoke soaring into the sky.

Cheers ignited the entire grassland, and everyone rushed forward, throwing their offerings into the flames.

Mo, the Protector in the crowd, scratched his head: "What's going on here?"

Elder Xin explained, "It's their custom in the Western Regions to worship the sacred fire."

"That's it..."

"Give!"

Nearby, enthusiastic people from the Western Regions shared their offerings with Protector Mo.

"May the sacred flame bless you with happiness and good health in the coming year."

Protector Mo looked at the fruits in his hand: "Shall we throw them into the fire too?"

Elder Xin laughed heartily: "When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

The flames burned ever brighter with the help of the offerings.

Jing Hengzhou stood to the side of the altar, looking up at the priest on the platform.

“Ah Chao”.

The priest lifted his mask, revealing a handsome face.

Bai Chao smiled as he looked at Jing Hengzhou below the stage.

"Jing Hengzhou, did I sing well just now?"

"It sounds good."

Xiao Na rolled her eyes in exasperation. Chanting a eulogy isn't singing; you can make up whatever tune you want. There's no question of whether it sounds good or bad.

"Holy Son, come down quickly, the lamb hasn't been roasted yet."

"Oh."

Bai Chao walked a few steps toward the edge of the stage, then stopped.

"Jing Hengzhou, it's too high, I can't get down."

Xiao Na's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "What?"

What's high?

Who was it that jumped from the ninth floor to secretly meet their lover?!

Jing Hengzhou, unsuspecting, raised his arms and said, "I'll catch you."

"Good~"

Bai Chao walked to the edge, leaped off the altar, his robes fluttering in the firelight, making him look like a firebird with outstretched wings.

But instead of flying into the sky, the bird pounced on the man.

Jing Hengzhou wrapped his arms firmly around Bai Chao's waist.

Bai Chao looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.

Jing Hengzhou's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but lean closer and kiss Bai Chao's eyes.

The blue eye that was kissed narrowed slightly, like a crescent moon, scattering fragments of joyful light.

"Jing Hengzhou, you should kiss here..."

Xiao Na covered her eyes and screamed.

"Aaaaaah! Can't you guys treat me like a human being?! I'm still here! Huh?!"