Chapter 366 Ansu: Buhao

——"Who is the 'Song of Songs Sylvia' lady you called in your dream last night?"

Buhao.

Ansu felt sweaty.

It was obviously very warm under the quilt, but Ansu felt refreshingly cold.

He secretly glanced at Luo Jia behind him with his peripheral vision, only to see the little saint lying on her side on the other half of the pillow, her snow-white hair covering the bed like falling snow, and her fair calves dazzlingly shining, she had kicked them off long ago. She put on her small leather shoes, and her slender feet in short white socks were curled up and wrapped in Ansu's warm quilt.

"Mr. Ansu, please tell me."

The expression on his face didn't seem to fluctuate at all, his snow-white eyes were still as clear as ever, and there was a smile that was both warm and cold at the corner of his mouth.

"Who is that girl?"

His tone was also very calm, as calm as the calm surface of a lake.

But Saint Anzu's instinct was reminding him, and every spiritual touch in his soul was warning him that the situation was a bit rough.

Faced with this situation, Ansu decided to strike preemptively.

As his brain continued to function, Xiaosheng opened his mouth and spoke in a righteous tone:

——"Why do you assume that Yacosylvia is a girl?"

"Huh?" Luo Jia was confused by Ansu's confident question. She blinked her eyes in confusion and said repeatedly: "Hey, hey, hey?"

And this trick?

"Why can you define the gender of strangers at will?" Ansu said, "This is very rude, please apologize to me."

It’s against Tiangang!

Is this your skill and you just use it?

The smile at the corner of Miss Luojia's mouth became a little stiff, and she tried hard to maintain a calm and indifferent look, "Ke Yage. Sylvia is a name that can only be given to girls, right?"

"You are right, but this is the Theocracy of Chaos."

Ansu has a strong attitude and a clear stance. As a good congressman who always stands on the right side of chaos, Ansu will always defend the correct values. "Why do you define that women's names can only be given by women?"

"So what is the gender of Yage Sylvia?" Luo Jia's face was filled with black lines.

"It is the gender of the armed dragon." Ansu still opened his mouth.

"Speak humanly."

Luo Jia didn't want to talk nonsense with Ansu anymore. She kicked Ansu's calf hard under the quilt and her tone became unhappy.

"Who is this woman?"

Even Miss Luojia herself didn't notice that there was anger in her voice.

"Why does her name appear in your dream?"

Song of Songs. Sylvia.

Miss Luojia had never heard of this name, and had never seen a girl with this name before, as if she had popped out of thin air; but such a wild woman who had never been seen before, falling from the sky, suddenly appeared last night In Ansu's dream, Miss Luojia felt very unhappy.

Maybe he was angry, or maybe he wasn't. Luo Jia didn't know how to describe this emotion. It was like an unripe green orange in summer. It tasted a little cold, a little bitter, and a little astringent. I knew clearly that the green orange taste was not yet ripe, but I chewed it over and over in my heart.

What a strange feeling

Luo Jia felt that she was no longer herself.

But these short-lived emotions passed away in a flash, and were replaced by calmness, very calm unhappiness.

She stared at Ansu unhappily, her snow-white eyes seemed to contain ice.

It's so bad now

Ansu felt more and more confused.

Miss Enya's life experience is too bizarre and involved, and there are still many mysteries. As she sacrifices her memory and past to the unknown, perhaps Ansu is the only one in the world who can remember Miss Enya's real name.

When it comes to gods and destiny, there are too many treacherous and dangerous things, and Ansu has no intention of involving Miss Luojia.

He would not reveal Enya's identity to anyone unless he was absolutely sure.

"It's the person I'm looking for." Since he couldn't be fooled, he chose to speak directly and tell the information he could tell, "Maybe I saw her in the candlelight, maybe I dreamed of her - but last night The dream left no impression on my memory.”

"Oh." Luo Jia turned away and turned over, not looking at Ansu. "I won't talk to you anymore."

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, stepped on her leather shoes, knocked her heels on the ground, and said angrily, "I won't pray for you anymore. Just go find that Yacosylvia to pray for you."

Can you please stop saying such outrageous things when you are angry?

I am a good young man who has hands and feet and never asks for help.

The corner of Ansu's mouth twitched slightly, and he said tentatively, "Are you angry?"

"No." Luo Jia turned her back to him and raised her head.

"It's fine if not." Ansu was relieved.

"Hey, hey, hey."

Luo Jia frowned and looked back at Ansu. She waved her hand:

"According to common sense, it shouldn't be that you continue to ask, I continue to say that I am not angry, and then you continue to ask, I continue to speak, pulling back and forth for several times, and then I say, 'I am just a little angry.' ”

Why don't you let me fight the boss? Speedrunners have always skipped classes whenever they could!

"Dear Miss Luojia."

Ansu raised his brows and decided to show off. "You are very proficient in the process of quarreling. Have you done it with others many times?"

The best defense is offense: attack without defense.

This is the consciousness and operation of top players. Although he is Xiaochunan, he was a master of love games in his previous life - this is not Ansu's arrogance. After all, all soul games are labeled as "love" and "nurturing" by two fools. Tags, those with the tag of love are love games.

Luo Jia glanced at Ansu, and she turned away again, her face still angry, with a sunset-like color smeared on her fair side face, and she said dullly:

——"Because I have simulated it with you many times in my heart."

"Disgusting Mr. Ansu."

What a great fight back, what a great fight back!

What kind of peerless master is this? What kind of master is this?

Ansu's brows jumped again, and he said calmly, continuing to only attack and not defend, "So usually, you only think about how to quarrel with me. Do you always hate me so much?"

"I didn't [only] imagine the scene of quarreling with you." The little saint became angry. She emphasized the pronunciation of the word "only", "That's just a small part."

"What else?" Ansu pursued the victory.

"In the past, I had simulated many things in my mind." Luo Jia sat on the bed with her back to Ansu. The blinds filtered through the sparkling sunlight, casting the shadow of the sycamore tree on her drooping profile. The tone was a little low, "It's not just a quarrel."

"I also thought about going to church with you. You know, there are beautiful lavender fields on the hills of the monastery. The sea of ​​purple and blue flowers sways in spring. I also thought about going to see it with you in spring; Farlow I have opened several new pastry shops, and I have also thought about whether one day , let’s try it again with you; in the past, I still thought about today’s scene. In the early morning, we sat side by side in the room like this, and the orange autumn light projected the dark green sycamore onto our shoulders. Praying together – I’ve thought about it many times.”

"But when the imaginary scene actually appeared in front of me, I was not so happy."

"Mr. Ansu, these are the things I imagined."

Miss Luojia lowered her head and spoke softly. Although she was smiling, her voice was a little stagnant, "Do you know what I am thinking about now? I am becoming more and more greedy and willful, Goddess of Glory Teach us to be content”

"It's all your fault, annoying Mr. Ansu, you made me become a bad boy."

"I don't know." Ansu replied.

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"I'm thinking about it."

The little saint girl raised her eyes, her clear silver eyes shining, "Can one day, I can have the same and enough weight to appear in Mr. Ansu's dream?"

——"Same as that Miss Song of Songs Sylvia."

Ansu looked at Miss Luojia. She was standing in front of the window lattice, her long snow-white hair scattered in the air like cherry blossoms. She said to herself, her pleated skirt also fluttered slightly in the wind, and the light blue curtains were blown out of the waves by the wind. of folds.

Still can't beat it.

The so-called elephant Xiyin, Dao Zhijian, Daqiao Wugong, any technique is not worth mentioning in the face of pure numerical values.

"Idiot Saint. Then your wishes will be in vain."

Ansu sighed lightly. He gave up attacking and not defending. He said: "You will never appear in my dreams. For humans, only lost people and lost things can appear in dreams." , echoing from the depths of the dream."

"And I have you now, and I will never lose Miss Luojia."

Luo Jia turned her face away and stopped talking. Her long, rime-like eyelashes trembled slightly. After a while, she sighed softly, "You're cheating again."

"Too cunning."

She seemed to be able to hear her own heartbeat, "You really treat me as the best girl in the world."

"Have you calmed down?" Ansu asked, "The most beautiful girl in the world."

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"Just a little bit not angry," she replied.

"I can't tell you about Yacosylvia yet, because I haven't found out yet." Ansu explained, "But this is the only one."

"Yeah." Luo Jia nodded gently.

"Tonight the election will begin. Let's go through this world together, and then return to the real world, go to the church to pray, see the lavender fields, go to the cake shop to eat snacks, lie side by side in bed together, and if possible, in our dreams Let’s dream about each other.”

"Miss Luojia."

"Yeah." Luo Jia nodded.

The autumn mood is getting stronger and the world is getting quieter. They can hear each other's heartbeat. In the gaze of navy blue and white eyes, the ivy and red maple leaves outside the window are growing wildly, but time seems to have stopped between them.

Just at this moment, Arthur's carefree and cheering voice came from downstairs,

"Brother Ansu, there is a very energetic black-skinned girl downstairs looking for you!"

Damn you.

Where did the master come from?

——

The first floor of the store.

Following the little saint with a cold face, Ansu went down the stairs expressionlessly.

But when he reached the last step, he felt a deeper and purer resentment coming from downstairs for no reason.

"I'm born Ansu, even if I kill you ten thousand times it's not enough!"

With this familiar war cry, the guest turned out to be Mr. Devil, but it was no longer appropriate to call him "Mr."

Last night, Mr. Devil was going to die, but it didn't matter, Ansu gave him a try.

Use holy light to cure pure-blooded demons——

Even the most cruel and professional pain believers could not conceive such a creative and inspiring way of execution in their entire lives. This is the gap between geniuses and ordinary people, and the gap between them cannot be filled by hard work.

The pain believers' lifelong and diligent struggle is not as good as the flash of inspiration at birth.

Mr. Devil - or now he can no longer be called 'Mr. Devil'.

In theory, holy light can indeed be used to heal demons.

Holy light is the blessing of the goddess, and God loves all living things, and the healing effect it brings can be effective for all races.

But theory is only theory after all. The sacred attribute of holy light is inherently in conflict with the dark race. If holy light is forcibly used for healing, in addition to bringing intense pain that goes straight to the origin of the soul, it will also cause irreversible purification to dark creatures.

After the inversion, the little witch has the darkness that blasphemes everything, and before the inversion, the little saint naturally has the holy light that purifies everything.

The most filthy dark origin of Mr. Devil will be purified by the holy light.

Amidst the miserable wails, the charred skin was peeled off by the holy light, and the soul was forcibly poured back with a large amount of holy light, burning and peeling off Mr. Devil's body from the inside out.

The healing of the holy light also began to take effect, coupled with his super regenerative ability as a sports student, his internal organs began to grow again after being broken, and his bones were broken and regenerated again.

In the end, the holy light purified the most evil part of Mr. Devil's body - his magic sword that had not yet been unsheathed.

"I'm still a Chu Nan! I'm still a Chu Nan!"

The devil lady burst into tears. The pain of carrying a huge debt was nothing compared to the pain in her heart at this time. As the saying goes, a sword is sharpened by grinding, but although her sword was sharpened over and over again by herself, it was broken before it could bleed.

This is the greatest sorrow of the evil grinding tribe. They can no longer sharpen their swords.

And what makes Ms. Evil Grind most desperate and painful is the scene in front of her.

She watched helplessly as the culprit of all this, Ansu Milton, who was supposed to be Xiao Chunan, came out with the beautiful girl! This was a traitor who betrayed Xiao Chunan's agreement!

This pair of disgusting parents-in-law happened to be my boss, how unlucky it was.

Her resentment and anger were so strong that they were about to turn into substance, but the high debts oppressed her and made her breathless. After the purification of the holy light, her rank had been cleared and fell. The only way to retaliate was to stare at her.

"Oh, it turned out to be the devil lady."

As soon as Ansu saw the devil lady, he showed an extremely kind smile. He said to Luo Jia, "I'll tell you, I won't lie to you. Awad is a magical country, and gender is ethereal."

He was still thinking about who Arthur said the 'black girl with energy' was. It turned out to be the devil Lao Da, and he instantly let go of his heart.

"She was a man first, and then she became a woman." He breathed a sigh of relief, "I didn't fool anyone."

Damn it, the devil lady was furious, who do you think was responsible!

And Miss Luojia nodded seriously, "What you said makes sense."

She was still relatively relieved about the devil lady, and she did not pose a threat.

"What do you want to see me for?" An Su smiled politely and kindly, "Big Lao."

But the next second, An Su's smile became subtle.

"An Su, the prospective councillor."

"It's not me who came to see you, I'm just responsible for conveying it."

The devil lady stared at An Su with a smile, she coughed lightly, and said solemnly,

"It was [the one] on the tower who came to see you."

"Before the election tonight, I would like to invite you to participate in this afternoon's-"

"[Witch Tea Party]"