MTL - Aztec Eternals-Chapter 802 Shadows in the Temple, Murder and Betrayal

The sun fell silently, and black shadows came quietly. The Feathered Serpent Side Hall is hidden in the depths of the temple pyramid, and the lit torches are swaying in the night wind from the vent. The flames flickered, and the thick bricks and stones reflected the subtle flames, outlining the outlines of many chiefs lying down in the hall, and a few slim figures still standing.

"Hmm! It's really overwhelming... Just a glass of blood wine, and everyone is drunk!..."

The statue of the feathered serpent casts an elongated shadow. The snake priestess Miyawa did not stand in the shadows, but stood generously under the firelight. She moved her eyes, looked around at the chieftains in the palace, and carefully observed them one by one. The Feathered Serpent Piandian, which was still noisy and boiling just now, was suddenly dead silent. The samurai chief Qiyan squatted beside Chief Qiqini, carefully supporting the Patriarch's back, letting him sit on the ground.

Chicchini lowered his head, resisting the strong dizziness. His face was numb, his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand catties, but with a strong will, he did not let his eyes close. He only drank half a glass of blood wine, and there was not much drug in it. Although he couldn't stand up and walk, he could barely speak.

"...Qiyan, go!...Let my personal guards in! Hold all the chiefs and tie them up!..."

"Yes! Patriarch..."

"Ugh! What...what's going on?"

At this moment, a weak voice sounded from the side, causing both of them to pause. Cicchini was stunned, and reluctantly raised his head to look up, and just met another pair of confused eyes...it was the burly and strong chief of Jihu City, the young Ozley.

"Gods! This... this wine... is wrong!..."

The Chief of Lake Sacrifice, Ozley, stuck out his tongue, struggled to get up with his hands and feet, and spoke intermittently. He moved boldly, competed with Qiqini, and drank not much blood wine. And he is young and strong, the strongest warrior in the tribe, even though his whole body is weak at this moment, he can still try to stand up from the ground.

Seeing this, Qiqini's eyes instantly became fierce. And Ozley looked at each other, was stunned, and suddenly realized.

"Chichini? It's you?! You actually... in front of the sacred statue, in the blood wine of the oath... drugged?..."

"Qiyan, hurry up! Go, kill him first! Then let the guards come in!"

Great Sun Chief Qiqini squinted his eyes, making no effort to hide his killing intent. In order not to make the vigilant chiefs suspicious, he hid a group of guarded warriors a little far away, and only brought the loyal and brave warrior chief to the hall to make an oath. Right now, we only need to wait for half a moment to let the guards of the brigade enter the palace... This hastily planned plan will be considered a success!

"Hmm... What a strong warrior! He didn't even get drunk from the carefully brewed blood wine!..."

Snake Priestess Miyawa smiled and approached with light steps, leaning against the strong Ozley. The snake priestess was full of charm, and stretched out her hand with a coquettish smile. She gently stroked the bewildered face of Chief Jihu, and then stroked the muscular chest. Then, with her callused fingertips, she drew the same mysterious heart shape on the man's heart.

"Eh?...Myawa? Well-brewed blood wine?...Isn't it Chicchini..."

Ozley, the Chief of the Lake Sacrifice, was frightened. He felt the woman's slippery fingers and smelled her seductive aroma, just like smelling a dangerous and delicate poisonous flower.

"It's you?!..."

"Well, it's me!..."

Snake Priestess Miyawa nodded with a smile, fingers along the man's chest, all the way down provocatively. Then, with a raised expression, she quickly grasped it with her fingers, and when she retracted it, there was a sharp obsidian dagger. And this dagger, engraved with the simple emblem of the Olmec style, is a sacrificial dagger that has been passed down for a long time.

"Young and strong brother Ozley... Let me borrow your obsidian dagger from my sister first... I will return it to you in a while, as long as it takes a while!"

Under Ozley's astonished eyes, the snake priestess smiled and blew a kiss. Then, she licked her lips seductively, and holding the ancient sacrificial dagger, she turned and walked towards her elder brother, Chief of the Great Sun, Chichini.

"My dear brother...you still don't believe me at this point!...you only drank such a little blood wine, and you didn't come to me for an antidote...I'm so sad!... "

"Myawa! . . . "

Great Sun Chief Qiqini narrowed his eyes and frowned deeply. His gaze stayed on the dagger in the hands of the snake priestess for a while, and then looked a few steps away, the four silent snake priestesses holding daggers, raised their voices vigilantly.

"At this time, what are you going to do? The chiefs of the ministries are strong and strong, and the time of being drugged will not last long... Hurry up and let my personal guards in! Control everyone!"

Speaking of the last sentence, Great Sun Chief Qiqini blushed, suppressed the numbness of his tongue, and almost roared. He was not only talking to the Snake Priestess, he was talking to the warrior commander Qi Yan, but he was also trying to shout and summon his loyal family guards!

"Hee hee! My dear brother, you are still so cautious!...The Feathered Serpent Temple is built of thick bricks and stones. You drank blood wine and became very drunk. Woolen cloth!..."

Snake Priestess Miyawa smiled slightly and walked to the side of Chief Dari who was lying down. Then, she squatted down, stared into Qiqini's eyes, smiling sweetly, her beautiful eyes shining.

"My dear brother, don't bother!...Your personal guard position is actually farther than you imagined...you will only arrange me in the temple outside the temple if you shout like this Warrior, call me here... this Feathered Serpent Temple is my temple!..."

Hearing this, Great Sun Chief Qiqini's face changed. For the first time, shock appeared in his eyes. Because, he ordered the guards to hide where the guards were hiding, and let the warrior commander Qiyan arrange... Qiqini was surprised, turned his head to look at the warrior commander Qiyan who was supporting him behind him, and shouted sharply.

"Qiyan! You... restrain Miyawa for me! This is my order!"

Hearing this, the samurai leader Qi Yan nodded, and silently let go of the hand supporting the Patriarch. Then, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the sharp obsidian dagger, and stood in front of the Patriarch, looking at the smiling Miyawa without saying a word.

"Oh? At this time, are you going to block me? What a cruel man!..."

The snake priestess Miyawa raised her eyebrows, her eyes instantly became pitiful, but a playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Behind her, four deacons holding sharp knives quietly surrounded her. Their movements are agile and vigorous, obviously well-trained warriors. And the faint blue luster on their daggers also foreshadowed some kind of terrible death.

"Qiyan! Hurry up!"

"Tsk tsk! Cruel man, do you really want to stop me?..."

The snake priestess Miyawa's smile remained unchanged, but her eyes became dangerous. The sharp obsidian dagger was turning lightly at her fingertips, like a butterfly flying in a cat's claw, beautiful and leaping to death!

Seeing this scene, Ozley, chief of the Lake Festival Department, suddenly shrank, his eyes full of vigilance. He never thought that the seemingly gentle and charming snake priestess whom he admired wholeheartedly was also a fierce dagger master!

"Hey! Cruel-hearted man, you are really not cruel enough... As a man, this is the time, how can you look forward and backward?..."

Speaking of which, Miyawa, the snake priestess, shook her head with regret on her face. Qiyan is a useful vine that can help her and catch the tribe's warriors. It would be a pity if they died here in vain.

"A man who is not cruel enough!... If he knows everything you have done, he will never let you go!..."

Hearing this, the face of the samurai commander Qi Yan showed intense pain and struggle. He gritted his teeth, looked at the charming and cold face of the snake priestess, and pleaded in a low voice.

"...witness of the ancestors! You said...just to take the position of the chieftain, but to save the life of the Patriarch..."

"Hee hee! You are a cruel man! Not only are you not cruel enough, but you are also a little silly and cute!..."

Hearing this, the snake priestess Miyawa covered her mouth and leaned forward and backward with a smile, plump and undulating. Then, she closed her smile, her eyes sharpened, and her pupils stood up like snakes, revealing a cold murderous intent.

"Ancestor Witness! Get out of the way! Or die with him!"

"..."

The samurai leader Qi Yan was silent for a moment~www.novelbuddy.com~ finally turned around and took two steps back. With his head down, he bowed deeply to Chief Dari who was lying on the ground, with tears streaming down his eyes.

"Qiyan, you...you!...you want to betray me?!"

Chief Dari couldn't believe it, and his face was panicked. He looked at the loyal warrior commander who had been guarding him for more than ten years, and shouted eagerly.

"Protect me! What did Miyawa give you? I will double it to you!"

"Hee hee! My dear brother, you can't give me what I gave him!..."

Miawa smiled charmingly and strode forward. She took over Qiyan's position, and pressed against Qiqini's body from behind, and the familiar feeling of fullness came in an instant. Then, the woman gently stretched out her arms, hugged her brother tightly, and whispered softly in the man's ear.

"After all, you're not a woman..."

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