The girl who was punished by the gods counterattacked and became the group's favorite

"I understand." Carlos could only reply after a long while.

"Okay, it's not your problem." Tia didn't want Carlos to blame himself for this. "I'm going to take care of my own affairs next. Maybe there will be a new turn of events by then."

"Okay." Carlos suddenly regretted it. If he had not learned to become an elegant and rational person, he would have run to the king and made a scene just because of his temper.

Unfortunately, he has now become the person Tia likes, but has lost the ability to protect Tia.

He must be able to do something. He has not been idle these years. Since that person wants to make him unhappy, he might as well make him unhappy.

Tia didn't know that Carlos was secretly planning to trip up the king, so she rushed to the classroom and began to learn how to carve a new formation.

Now that Lobeli has appeared, she can't just sit there and wait for death. She must plan a way out for herself.

Since Tia was trying to make a teleportation array this time, which consumed a huge amount of magic power, it was extremely laborious to carve it out. She was busy until after dinner time in the evening before she had almost completed a prototype.

She hurriedly went to eat a meal and then returned to the mansion. Now Joel had been sent out to deal with those evil creatures, and some things in the mansion still required her to make some decisions.

Only when the moon was rising did Tia return to her room.

She changed into her pajamas, and just as she closed the door and turned around, she felt a gust of cold wind blowing in her face.

She subconsciously folded her hands in front of her to cover her face, trying to keep out the cold wind.

The next second, a large hand grabbed her folded hands and pushed her wrists upwards and clamped them against the door.

Tia immediately reached out to activate the plants around the house, but the hand holding hers activated the vines first. The thin branches wrapped around her wrist in circles, and also entangled the big hand together. The slender fingers were forced to caress her palm.

She felt her heart tremble, and the next second a black rose grew from the branch on her wrist and bloomed instantly, emitting a familiar fragrance.

She thought it was her own illusion, and when she looked up, her black hair like a waterfall turned into three thousand silver threads, and her dark red eyes were now shining, and the window he broke also brought the moonlight onto his face.

Jesus is back.

She didn't know what kind of mood she should be in. Facing such a person who had disappeared for eleven years, she gave up struggling and didn't know what to say. She just inexplicably wanted to cry.

In the moment she was stunned, a strong arm suddenly came to her lower back, tightly wrapped around her waist and pulled her forward, and the next second, sharp teeth bit her neck.

Tia could clearly feel the blood loss from her body.

"Brother Jesus?"

As if he heard the name, Jesus slowly regained his senses. He looked at Tia's tear-stained face and wiped it away with his hands in panic.

"I'm sorry..." He found that the more he wiped his tears, the more they shed. He wanted to use his left hand to take a handkerchief to wipe them, but as soon as he moved, he felt his left hand restrained, and he realized more clearly what he had just done.

He immediately untied the vines and tried to escape in a panic, but his clothes were caught.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Tia looked at Jesus who was about to leave again, and reached out to let the plants outside close the window directly.

"Tia..." Jesus looked at the locked window and could only turn around, "Aren't you afraid of me when you look at me?"

"Are you talking about bloodsucking? Hair color? Or something else?" Tia reached out and wiped the tears from her face. "You're a vampire. Isn't it normal for your hair to turn white after living for so many years? Don't you have anything else to tell me?"

Jesus was silent, and finally uttered only three words, "I'm sorry..."

Tia closed her eyes in pain. "I called you so many times, but you didn't come. You didn't even give me an explanation. It's been eleven years! Is sorry all you have to say?"

"I..." Jesus wanted to defend himself after hearing the previous words, but when he heard the almost roaring voice at the end, his heart trembled and he could only lower his head.

Tia walked straight up to Jesus and forced him to look at her.

"I'll ask you one last time, don't you have anything to say?"

As long as Jesus raised his head slightly, he could see the tears in Tia's eyes, the anger in Tia's eyes, and the subtle pleading in Tia's eyes.

"I……"

"What on earth can't you say? Are you a mute? I'm just asking why you can't come. If it's inconvenient for you to tell me, you can just say you don't need to know. If you can tell me, why can't you say it?"

Tia felt like she was going crazy, she just wanted a reason.

"Even...even you can make up a reason to lie to me, obviously..." Tia choked, "Obviously, the person I once trusted the most was you..."

Jesus looked at Tia's staggering steps and unconsciously reached out to support her.

Tia suddenly took a few steps back. She smiled and cut her wrists. "So, you came back this time just because you needed blood, right?"

Jesus' pupils shrank as he watched this scene, and he strode forward and hugged the person in his arms.

"I'm sorry I can't tell you these things yet, but I really didn't feel your call during that time. I had other things to deal with, and I thought you didn't call me, so I never came back.

I'm sorry for breaking your trust. I'm sorry for not being there when you needed me. I'm sorry for breaking our promise.

Tia got the answer she wanted, but she was not happy.

"Then why couldn't you tell me that you couldn't come back?"

"I told you this when I left last time." Jesus gently stroked Tia's hair. "It's all my fault. Don't cry."

Tia recalled that there seemed to be such a sentence in their last conversation, but she did not expect that separation would come so easily.

She slowly stopped crying and her thoughts gradually returned to normal.

She imposed her urgent need for security on Jesus and wanted Jesus to respond to her expectations.

She should say sorry...

After Jesus realized that Tia was no longer crying, he carried her to sit on the bed, then squatted beside the bed and used magic to heal the wounds on Tia's wrists and neck.

"So who are you now?" Tia reached out and grabbed a strand of white hair.

"I just haven't eaten for a long time." Jesus brushed it off lightly.

"You haven't woken up since the last time I called you?" Tia was shocked when she thought of this possibility.