The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Ha~ha~"

Xuelian took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, but still couldn't hold it in and spat out another mouthful of blood.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her hand, and her originally tense nerves completely relaxed at this moment.

She had never thought that things would develop to this point. Everything that happened that night shocked her, and the amount of information she learned was far beyond her imagination.

Xuelian stared at Theresa who was still struggling in the ice, and the tentacle that was nailed to the ground by the ice soul but still tried to break free.

Even though they were frozen like this, the man and the tentacle still refused to move at all.

Xuelian wiped her blood-stained palms vigorously on the only remaining cloth on her body, trying to wipe off the bloodstains.

Then she walked up to Theresa, who was gritting her teeth, and pinched her chin with her clean hand, moving it left and right, observing her carefully.

Theresa's expression was filled with anger and dissatisfaction, but she was unable to break free from Xuelian's control.

Red eyes... black hair... if she didn't speak or move, she would look like a human.

But when Xuelian saw the tentacles moving around behind her, she felt that this was very inconsistent with the image of a human.

Theresa was obviously very dissatisfied with being manipulated like this. She opened her mouth and wanted to bite it hard with her teeth, but what she bit was a hard piece of ice, which made her teeth feel a little sore.

"So fierce, it seems your sanity hasn't been devoured, that's good."

Xuelian calmed herself down, took a deep breath, cleared her throat, and asked, "Are you..."

She had just said half of her words when she suddenly felt as if her throat was being tightly restrained by an invisible hand. The strong sense of oppression made it almost impossible for her to breathe.

What's going on? Why can't I speak now?

"You are...I...you..."

Xuelian tried hard to express herself clearly, but all that came out of her mouth were these intermittent words, like scrambled pieces of a puzzle, making it impossible to piece together a complete picture.

Theresa couldn't speak clearly and secretly sighed. She looked at Xuelian's strange appearance quietly. The ice on her body was gradually melting and the drops of water were slowly flowing.

Crime...guilty words?

Xuelian looked at Theresa in disbelief, the cross on her left eye flickering.

The Goddess of Judgment actually accused her of a crime?

This thought kept circling in Xuelian's mind, causing her to fall into deep thought.

Why would the Goddess of Judgment stop her from asking this question?

There must be something wrong!

From the very beginning, the Goddess of Judgment seemed to express strong hostility towards the girl Theresa in front of her, and started judging her right away.

At first, Xuelian simply thought that the Goddess of Judgment had such a huge reaction because filth still existed in the world.

In her understanding, the goddess of judgment has always been justice-oriented and will not hesitate to bring down judgment.

When Theresa was on trial, things began to become more and more confusing, completely beyond Xuelian's expectations.

First, the power of the Goddess of Light was revealed, and then he saw with his own eyes the blessing of the Goddess of Fertility, which quietly wiped away the molten face of the Goddess of Fire.

In just a few minutes, Xuelian witnessed four goddesses!

The darling of two gods, the punishment of two gods.

What kind of existence is Theresa that can attract the attention of two gods at the same time, being regarded as a favorite and also suffering divine punishment?

No! This question must be asked no matter what! Because it is closely related to her vague memory.

"Are you...are you not..."

Xuelian gritted her teeth, speaking each word with difficulty as if she had exhausted all her strength. She looked as if she was struggling against a powerful invisible force.

At this moment, blood began to gush out of her throat, just like Theresa's did at that time.

It was the Eye of Judgment that was affecting her, preventing her from speaking that crucial question.

It seems that this question is the key. Is she distorting your so-called justice?

Why would she have to intervene in the goddess's personal grudge? Let the gods sort things out among themselves!

Ice spikes quickly condensed in Xuelian's left hand. The sharp ice spikes emitted a cold breath and stabbed towards her left eye with force.

She wanted to use this decisive method to get rid of the sins coming from the Eye of Judgment.

Swish-!

Blood splattered.

Theresa was stunned when she saw this scene.

The originally confused mind instantly became clear when seeing such an exciting scene.

Is he pretending to be Xiahou Dun by poking his eyes out for no reason?

All in all, it's a good opportunity.

Theresa struggled to break free from the ice. At this moment, her heart was filled with hatred. She clenched her fists and swung them fiercely at Xuelian.

"If you want to know about Clover, answer my question first."

Just when the fist was about to touch Xuelian's face, it stopped abruptly.

Xuelian covered her injured left eye, the pain making her face pale. She spoke quickly, "When I was interrogating the heretics, I learned that their eyeballs were exchanged for a petite individual. The partnership lasted for several years. She also collected filth residue and conducted human experiments. This time, you defeated the filth that suddenly appeared. Aren't you curious why she was there in the first place? She knew the inside story of this attack!"

Every word reached Theresa's ears clearly and powerfully, striking her heart hard.

Clover's behavior is unforgivable no matter which world it happens to be in, and she will be arrested and executed.

"So you can answer my question now?"

Xuelian sighed deeply, her throat still aching slightly, the pain constantly reminding her of everything she had just experienced.

It seems that asking directly is not working, so I can only use a more tactful way of saying it.

"Are you the one from the past? Give me a serious answer. I didn't destroy an eye just to see you go crazy."

Xuelian looked at Theresa who was poking her temple with the ice spike again. It seemed that she would lose her mind at the mention of the four-leaf clover.

Who was she in the past? Who was she? This question, like a huge mystery, kept swirling in Theresa's mind.

The scope of this question was so vast that it left her extremely confused.

She was already confused about her current identity, not knowing who she was or what role she was playing.

The useless Black Hand abandoned by the Demon King, the sunflower that grows towards the sun, Yu Xuan with memories of another world, or Theresa in the guild?

Until now, she herself can't figure out what her current identity is, and everyone calls her a different name.

"No," Theresa said.

A vague question naturally needs a vague answer. Anyone who asks such a question must already know the answer in his heart and only needs to express his opinion.