The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Let me try."

Theresa raised her face slightly, her expression calm, her eyes fixed on her empty sleeves.

She shook her sleeves lightly, not very vigorously, and saw a wave that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye appearing at the cuffs that were originally empty, and then the cuffs slowly began to sway slightly.

A ball of black mucus gradually took shape in the cuffs. The mucus seemed to be a living thing, slowly wriggling at the cuffs.

“Hmm→Ah↗Hmm→”

Theresa tried to concentrate and control the power to restore her arm to its original state.

Strangely, things didn't go as she wished.

Although the ball of black mucus was constantly twisting and changing shape, it did not gradually condense into the arm shape she expected.

There was a wobbling, moving feeling, like jelly.

"Black Hand!"

Theresa raised her left hand high and slashed down at her right arm with a swift knife.

Hit by the sudden knife attack, the black hand slowly squirmed as if being scolded by its master, and then obediently and properly changed into the shape of an arm that Theresa was very familiar with.

He is getting more and more naughty.

Although your right arm is under your control now, the dominant power is still mine, do you understand?

Theresa moved her arms gently; her joints moved flexibly and her muscles rippled slightly. Everything seemed to be fine.

When her eyes inadvertently swept across the back of her hand, she found that a small black flower pattern had appeared on the back of her hand at some point.

Uh... you didn't see the painting I drew yesterday and immediately drew the same one today, did you?

She tried to wipe it with her fingers, but the pattern seemed to be deeply embedded in her skin and could not be wiped off at all.

"what happened?"

Xuelian noticed Theresa's strange behavior and couldn't help but ask.

Theresa sighed helplessly and stretched out her hand for Xuelian to see.

"Little black flowers? It drew them, didn't it? That's amazing."

As soon as she finished speaking, the black hand seemed to understand her praise. It excitedly stretched out a small black tentacle and hooked her finger affectionately.

"But I still can't accept you. You'd better stay with her honestly and don't do anything weird to me."

Xuelian noticed Heishou's little movement and immediately frowned and glared at Heishou.

The black hand seemed to be frightened by her stern look and had to shrink back in shame.

"Has it always been self-aware?"

"Is not it?"

Theresa also looked confused and bit her lip subconsciously.

From the earliest wonderful experience of the three heads communicating with each other, to the barking of dogs in the chaotic scene of the left brain battle, to the violent instinctive outburst of Black Hand when everything was dark.

Various signs kept intertwining in Theresa's mind. She always thought that filth was some kind of mild venom?

I just can't speak, that's a good thing.

"Not really. The earliest Filth that appeared had only one goal: destruction. Although they can evolve some abilities, I've never seen Filth with self-awareness."

Xuelian recalled the tacit cooperation with Black Hand during the battle yesterday, and together they launched a fierce attack on Steyan.

There is also the brief but unforgettable memory of that night, in that room, I rescued her.

Which room? Why did he save her? And why was there a needle stuck in her body?

And the most confusing thing is...why does he look like you?

This question was like a sharp dagger, piercing deep into Xuelian's mind, and every touch brought a piercing headache.

She rubbed her temples painfully, trying to dispel the trouble that followed her like a shadow.

"what happened to you?"

"fine."

In response to Theresa's concern, Xuelian just waved her hand casually, indicating that it was nothing serious.

"Remember what I said to you then? I seem to have seen you before. So strange, who are you? Or why do you look exactly like her?"

Xuelian raised her head slightly and stared straight at Theresa, her eyes seemed to penetrate her soul.

Her voice was very soft, but it hit Theresa's heart hard, causing Theresa's heart to stop.

If Clover had seen Sunflower and then subjectively believed that she had lost her memory due to taking filth, this logic could still be barely explained.

"me......"

Theresa's lips trembled slightly, her words seemed to be stuck in her throat, and one of her hands unconsciously grabbed her hair.

Xuelian has made it clear that she had seen Sunflower before and successfully rescued it from that unknown place.

How should we explain this situation?

Do I really have to tell Xuelian all the details of my experience without reservation?

If you really do this, you will undoubtedly put yourself in a more dangerous situation.

First of all, the saint is the product of a demon king and is blessed by the goddess. This will inevitably lead to the collapse of faith of many people and chaos in the world.

After all, Xuelian is the dignified Saint of Judgment, and every word she says will inevitably have a certain degree of authority and influence.

Ever since I experienced the kidnapping incident by Lord Steyan, I have to be more careful.

Can't tell her.

At least not now.

"Ahhh...guilty words!"

Theresa suddenly sat up from the bed, clutching her throat tightly with both hands, her face full of pain and struggle.

Her body rolled uncontrollably on the bed, messing up the thin quilt.

"Guilty words?" Xuelian quickly stood up, walked to the table, picked up the kettle, poured a cup of steaming hot water, and handed it to Theresa. "Why do you appear at this time? Did I talk too much yesterday?"

Theresa took the cup, her fingers trembling slightly as she pretended to drink a few sips of water with difficulty.

But at this moment, she was secretly delighted in her heart.

Hehehe, this way we can put the blame on the Goddess of Judgment.

She didn't let herself say it. If you want to ask, go ask the goddess!

"Well, since you can't speak, then you can take a look at this thing to see if there is anything wrong with it. With your arcane purity, you should be able to tell."

Theresa saw Xuelian take out an ice cube, inside which was a tiny red needle.

She held the ice in her hand, letting some golden light penetrate into it, but she didn't seem to feel anything unusual.

Just as she was about to shake her head, Xuelian added another sentence.

"This was given to me by Stefan. He said it can awaken my past memories."

Theresa shook her head and walked to the side of the table, wrote a few words, and handed it to Xuelian nonchalantly.

"There's definitely something wrong here. You know that guy Steyan has infected you with a virus. It's best to get rid of this thing as soon as possible."

Xuelian looked at the text, then looked at Theresa who was pulling her curly hair.

"I see."

After seeing Xuelian's reply, Theresa also breathed a sigh of relief.

Now with this double lie, there shouldn't be any problem.