Chapter 3363: This Saint Is the Woman Who Wants to Be the Savior!
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Why is this happening? No, that's not right. In fact, you should be mentally prepared. When Gallen taught himself the crime and punishment, he had already solemnly warned him that unless it was a matter of life and death, he should never use it. The punishment would be greater than a completely violent one, and it would be less severe. Deprived of a career, lost strength, or worse, death.
Yes, my current fate is already considered a light one, is there anything else I am dissatisfied with?
But, why, why is this happening? ! Haven't you already used it? Isn't it okay? I didn't abuse the crime and punishment, I just used it to purify those resentful souls and for the Holy See Mountain. Why can God do this to me? Why?
Without my strength, who am I? What else am I good for?
The tear glands collapsed, and big drops fell, instantly soaking his hands and soaking the sheets. The only thing he could control was his clenched lips, crying loudly in order to prevent his throat from making any sound.
Ah, I am so embarrassed. I am probably in the most miserable state except for the time when I just crossed over and encountered a rotten corpse and was so scared that I pissed my pants. However, I couldn't stop crying. There was a voice in my heart. Constant murmuring.
Let it go, let it go, throw away everything, the tears accumulated for more than ten years, and...this burden on my body.
Yes, I am a mortal, and I have no virtue or ability to be able to shoulder such a heavy responsibility. Now, it is time, it is time to show my weakness and incompetence, and let everyone understand that I am not worthy of the title of savior at all.
Yes, you should feel relieved and laugh out loud. Then, after losing your power, wouldn’t you be able to live the dreamed life of eating and waiting to die?
Why are you still so unwilling?
Why can't the tears stop?
I……
At this moment, there was a sound of sleep talking next to him, and he saw the little ghost from the corner of his eye.
No, I can't let the little ghost see my incompetent look. Stop it, tears, you bastard!
I wiped it desperately, but it was still bleeding. I was annoyed, so I slapped myself hard several times, slapped my eyelids with my palms, and poked them hard.
Stop it, bastard, stop it!
"Xiaofan?"
The whole body trembled, and the hands that were tossing on the face slowly slid down, and met the little ghost's silver eyes as if they were just waking up from a dream.
"Little ghost, I...I..." He murmured, not knowing what to say, but there were only tears, which were still flowing down.
It's so embarrassing. I look so ugly like this. I have a featureless face. Now I'm still crying. It's stained with tears and snot, and it's full of weakness and incompetence.
Even the little ghost who loves him deeply would probably dislike him when he sees himself like this.
No, this may be better. Now I am no longer qualified and have no face to bear the little ghost anymore...
"Hey."
With a hey, the little ghost was knocked down, and immediately his face was buried in a tall, soft place that was extremely familiar to him.
"Xiao Fan, I am a saint." Holding my head, the little ghost said to himself.
"Do you know what a saint is? What does a saint do?"
She tilted her head, as if she was remembering, hey, who am I? What am I going to do?
After a moment, she finally remembered, and she hugged her tightly with her hands, her cheeks sunk deeply into the two plump masses of snow-white flesh, and she could hardly breathe.
"By the way, the so-called saint is like this." The little ghost said after moistening his throat.
"Someone does something bad, poof, make him repent and regain his conscience."
“When someone fails, crack it up and cheer it up and regain your confidence.”
"Someone is desperate, give him hope and let him live happily."
"Someone is confused. Give him a sonorous shout to point him in the right direction, so that he can be promoted to great elder, win wealth and beauty, and reach the pinnacle of life."
"Yes, the so-called saint is such a profession." The little ghost emphasized her tone, as if she was trying to convince me, and also as if she was trying to convince herself, that's all.
What a clanging sound, this little saint, does she treat her profession as a saint?
"So." The little ghost, who didn't blush at all because of what she said, continued, not forgetting to bury my head deep into her deep chest.
"So, I am Xiaofan's only saint now. Xiaofan must not forget this."
Lowering his head, the gentle voice of the little ghost, with moist breath, whispered into his ears.
"So, when Xiaofan does something wrong, when Xiaofan fails, when Xiaofan is desperate, when Xiaofan is confused, I will be by Xiaofan's side, and I will let Xiaofan be there no matter when and where. Anyone who cheers up, becomes confident, and becomes happy will never fall or lose his way.”
"Little ghost..." The dry throat gave out an extremely touching call. I never thought that the little ghost could say such touching and warm words. Only at this time, she seemed like a real woman. Yes, the loving saint.
"Oh, it's so troublesome to rack your brains to say these words. In short, what this saint means is that if you want to cry, just cry, and I can lend my arms to Xiaofan."
I:"……"
Okay, it seems that I was a little too impressed. Sure enough, I should still be a little suspicious of this little saint's professional ethics.
With this thought in mind, the tears that had gradually stopped due to the little ghost's comfort burst out again.
I hugged the little ghost's waist tightly with my backhand. I opened my mouth, but not a single word came out. I felt like I was mute. I could only utter partridge-like sounds from my dry lips, tongue and throat. Choked.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I never thought that I would be so weak when I lost my strength. I let you down and let everyone down. I'm sorry...
"Cry, cry, it doesn't matter if you cry loudly. This saint knows all the embarrassing things about Xiaofan. One more thing is not too much, and one thing less is not too much, so there is no need Bear with it.”
Damn it, is there anything so comforting?
Then, a soft, quiet tune came to my ears.
Evelina's Redemption is not what the little ghost is best at. It is just a very ordinary and familiar lullaby. However, when hummed by the little ghost's holy voice, it is no less than Vilas.
Maybe it was the effect of the lullaby, or maybe I was tired of crying. Gradually, gradually, my eyelids became heavy, and finally, I fell into the soft bosom of the little ghost.
In the small room, the humming of the lullaby continued for a long time.
Gently put down the person in his arms and wiped away the tears on his face. The little ghost's eyes were gentle. After staring at that face for a long time, he left a gentle kiss and his body floated up silently. Fly towards the door.
The door opened, and the slender figure who had been leaning against the door slid down the open wooden door and sat on his knees, silent tears still flowing.
"I've been eavesdropping." The gentleness on the little ghost's face was gone, only coldness remained, and his tone was not a question, but a tone of affirmation.
"Yes, even if you are hiding here and eavesdropping, you won't be able to notice it." Vilas murmured, and the pitiful face full of crystal tears lost its color-like gloom.
"I don't have much time to cry." The little ghost floating in the air landed on his feet and walked downstairs without looking back.
"Alice..." Looking at that slender and decisive figure, Willas's lips trembled.
"Thank you, only you...only you are by your side, can you comfort him."
The little ghost proudly held up his chest, his holy and luminous body was slender and straight, and the little ghost did his part.
"It goes without saying that I am Xiaofan's saintly lady." After that, she took big steps and walked down the stairs without looking back.
In the living room, everyone was still discussing how to deal with it.
"Brother Wu has... temporarily lost his strength. It's better to let him go back to the camp first." Linya's heart was heavy, her eyes were worried, and her heart was in chaos. The first thing that came to her mind was to send her Brother Wu away. Move to a safer place.
"This is not a good idea." Akara sighed slightly.
"Except for everyone here, I think Wu's current situation must not be known to anyone else. If this news gets out, you should be very clear about the consequences if I don't tell you."
After Akara finished speaking, most of the girls turned pale, thinking of all the possibilities in an instant.
A certain druid was unaware of his status and reputation, but everyone knew very well that after more than ten years of publicity and management by Akara, coupled with everything he did, he had indeed saved many people. He has benefited many people, so the identity of the savior has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Most people, even adventurers, have long since firmly believed that Akara's wisdom and the power of the savior are the two of them. Only by combining together can we defeat the Hell Clan.
Now, if the news that the savior loses his power spreads, no one can guarantee what kind of panic it will cause. The only thing that is certain is that the situation will definitely become very, very bad.
For Holy See Mountain, this is even more unacceptable bad news. They are still celebrating loudly outside. A firm cohesion around the savior is growing and becoming stronger. The villagers are also because of the existence of such a powerful savior. I can finally settle down and regard Demon King Village as my true home.
Now, if they were suddenly informed of such news, the contrast from heaven to hell would probably cause not only the villagers, but also the Demon King's army to panic and collapse.
You know, these people are all elites or geniuses carefully selected in the third world, and the alliance cannot afford to lose any of them.
"The large number of people in the camp makes it easier for rumors and clues to leak out. On the contrary, Holy See Mountain is better. As long as it is in the name of cultivation and experience, no one will suspect it if you don't show your face for a long time. Of course, all this depends on Wu himself. choose."
Akara analyzed word for word. After the initial extreme panic, she had calmed down. This old man had experienced too many storms, ups and downs, and even worse situations. The current situation was far from making her confused and confused. despair.
"Linya, Lena, you two should put down the work at hand and leave it to me and Kane. Stay with Wu. He needs you more now."
Linya and Lena nodded after hearing this. Now is not the time to be polite.
"Then, it's about blocking the news and doing in-depth research to determine Wu's current situation, but all this has to wait for him to calm down first..." Akara continued, and suddenly, the door was pushed open with a bang.
"That's not necessary." The little ghost walked in with a high head, sweeping the crowd with arrogant and indifferent eyes, and announced loudly.
"From today on, this saint will be the savior. It's such a happy decision."
Everyone was silent for a moment, and even Akara and Raphael did not expect that the little ghost would stand up and cause trouble at this time.
Just as he was about to say something, suddenly, a dark shadow appeared silently next to Akara. Fu Er said something to her, and the old man's face changed.
She had just shown this extreme shock and loss of consciousness before, when she heard that someone had been deprived of his power and career.
"Grandma Akara, what's wrong?" Seeing that Akara was shaking, Linya quickly stepped forward to steady her.
"I'm fine." Akara gave up and sat firmly on the armrest.
"I should have thought long ago that Belial's method cannot be that simple." The Great Elder rubbed his temples and thought for a moment.
"Tell Carlos and Seatik the news and ask them to take someone with them. Although it may not be useful, we still have to try it anyway."
The black shadow lowered his head slightly, disappeared in a flash, and the living room fell into strange silence again.
"Akara, what happened? In such a panic, could it be that..." Thinking that Akara's order just now was related to Carlos Seatik, the wise Princess of the Hundred Tribes thought of something, and her face changed slightly.
"You are right, the seal there is loose." Akara nodded calmly.
"Haven't Carlos and Seatik been investigating and taking precautions recently? The news they brought back proves that the seal is in good condition. Just in case, the mage was specially asked to add a few more seals. Why did it suddenly... OK? Well, if it’s Belial’s method, then nothing is surprising.”
"Seal? Could it be that Harrogas..." Linya and Lena, who were already half the leaders of the alliance, naturally knew about this, and their reaction became even more intense.
"That's right, and I'm worried that the other party is coming towards the Holy See Hill."
"No, wait, wasn't it sealed by the great demon Mephisto? Even if Belial had a way to break the seal, wouldn't it be willing to risk Mephisto's wrath to do such a thing? Besides, being sealed Why would that terrifying monster listen to Belial and attack the Holy See Mountain? It should seek revenge from Mephisto."
A few people said something to each other, leaving other people who didn't know what was going on confused. But there was one thing that everyone understood, and that was that one wave was coming after another, and it seemed that something terrible was going to happen again. Already...
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