The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Hoohoohoo..."

The cold wind swept past, and only a few tiny snowflakes fluttered faintly in the cold night wind.

They seem a little shy and dare not show their beauty easily, but as time goes by, they seem to become more confident.

Large flakes of snow poured down like a blanket. The street lights looked particularly hazy in the falling snow, and you could clearly see the snowflakes rushing towards the arms of Mother Earth.

In this vast expanse of white snow, a black figure was quietly and silently moving forward against the heavy snow.

"It's snowing so heavily tonight! It seems this can no longer be explained by mere coincidence. It's just like you said, such heavy snow always falls during celebrations."

Akzan gently brushed off the snowflakes that fell on his body and finally came under a street lamp.

There, standing quietly, was a girl with charming blue hair.

"Let's go in first."

"Wait...let me smoke a cigarette first."

Akzhan quickly took out two cigarettes from his pocket, then smiled and handed one to Xuelian, and asked softly, "Would you like to try one?"

Xuelian frowned slightly, her eyes fell on the cigarette, and she hesitated for a long time.

She seemed a little hesitant, but finally she slowly reached out her hand and gently held the cigarette between her fingers.

"Hey? What's going on? I actually want to try smoking today."

Seeing this scene, Akzan showed a hint of surprise on his face and couldn't help but teasing.

As soon as he finished speaking, Akzan snapped his fingers.

A small flame appeared on his fingertips. If it was an ordinary lighter, it would have been blown out by the strong wind.

Xuelian was holding a cigarette and was about to move forward to light it with the flame from Akzhan's fingertips.

Akzhan suddenly snatched her cigarette away and said seriously, "Good kids, don't smoke!"

After saying that, he unceremoniously put another cigarette to his lips, took a deep puff, and then exhaled white smoke rings with great pleasure.

"I just figured out a lot of things and learned a lot of things, and I felt a little anxious inside."

Xuelian's blue eyes became even bluer as she looked at the white smoke rings that were slowly blown away by the wind.

……

In this incredibly warm room, the air is filled with the charming aroma emitted by the sachet, gently surrounding the entire space, giving people a feeling of unspeakable tranquility and comfort.

Xuelian stood quietly in front of the window, holding tightly in her hand a blood needle that had been frozen into an ice cube, her eyes looking out the window, a hint of confusion and thought in them.

"If she wanted to avoid letting me know the truth the first time and used the incriminating words as an excuse to cover up the past, then..."

Xuelian looked down at the blood needle in her hand, then turned her gaze back to the window, muttering to herself, "This thing must have been a lie to prevent me from learning about what happened in the past. But this also proves that everything is fine. Besides, she really isn't good at lying."

Xuelian held the ice tightly in her hand. As she continued to increase her strength, the ice finally couldn't withstand the pressure, making a crisp cracking sound and turning into countless tiny ice crystals that scattered everywhere.

In the broken ice, a thin red needle was faintly visible.

Xuelian pinched it with her fingertips and stabbed it into her temple without hesitation.

The moment the needle tip pierced the skin, a biting coldness instantly spread through the blood vessels and spread throughout the body.

At the same time, her eyes also changed dramatically. Her originally bright and lively eyes now became empty and distant.

At this moment, the sound of the door opening broke the silence in the room.

Theresa walked in with a chill all over her body. She gently shook off the snowflakes on her body and said with a smile, "I'm back~"

As she spoke, she quickly walked to the table and gently placed the roasted sweet potatoes she had just bought on it.

what's the situation?

Why is there cold air in the house?

Light...it was an extremely faint blue light that was quietly enveloping Xuelian's body.

The light was still shrinking and squeezing, as if it was suppressing something.

"Snow Lotus..." Theresa called softly, reaching out her hand, wanting to touch her.

"You're back."

Xuelian's voice was cold as ice, without any emotion, just as unfamiliar and indifferent as when they first met.

"Red...sweet potato."

Theresa was slightly stunned, and looked at the roasted sweet potato placed beside her with a panicked look, and pointed her finger at it, wanting to touch her.

The sweet potato was baked with a golden and crispy skin, and sweet hot steam was rising from it continuously, forming a sharp and strange contrast with the cold atmosphere in the house.

"No, I'm not eating. I'm going to go out for a while. I have an appointment today."

Xuelian said this expressionlessly, brushing past Theresa's shoulder without hesitation.

Seeing this, Theresa hurriedly reached out to grab Xuelian's sleeve.

"what happened to you?"

"Nothing, just a bit down. Remember to go to bed early."

Xuelian answered without turning her head, broke free from Theresa's pull, silently pushed open the door, and walked out into the heavy snow.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you starting to hate this world again?"

Akzhan looked at Xuelian with a puzzled expression, and at the same time stretched out his right hand and waved it in front of her eyes. She had been in a daze for a long time.

After a while, Xuelian finally came to her senses. She pried Akzhan's hands apart and asked in a low voice, "How much do you know about sunflowers?"

Akzhan was slightly startled, and after a moment's thought, he replied, "Sunflower? She's my friend's daughter. The first time the Filth appeared in our world, it was that little girl who single-handedly stood up and successfully defeated the Filth, killing all the Chihuo members. Since then, she mysteriously disappeared, and no one has seen her since."

The senior management should all be aware of this matter, so Akzan naturally doesn't need to hide anything.

"What happened next?"

Akzhan scratched his head and said bewilderedly, "What happened next? This... I'm not sure what you're asking specifically."

"It's okay. The reason I called you out is because I'm on your side now. So, feel free to speak boldly. To tell you the truth, I have far more information than you do. I just want to confirm some details."

Upon hearing this, Akzhan was stunned for a moment, then a smile crossed his face. He said, "Haha, I see. Since Her Highness the Saint has said so, I hope everything I say from now on is truly meant for you alone, and not a confession to the Church of Judgment."

At that moment, the waiter knocked on the door and brought the wine jug. After he passed, Akzhan continued the previous conversation.

"The Church of Light wasn't the first to arrive at the scene. It was your Church of Judgment who arrived first. Judging from the various signs at the scene and the eyewitness accounts, the Church of Judgment didn't show up when the fighting was still intense. Instead, they appeared at the critical moment when the battle was drawing to a close and everything was gradually calming down. As for why Sunflower disappeared inexplicably, that's unknown."

"She was captured by our church."

Xuelian sat there and uttered the answer with an expressionless face that was enough to shock everyone.

Upon hearing this, Akzhan was stunned at first, then he helplessly raised his hand, held his forehead with his hand, and said with a wry smile, "Oh, I was originally planning to hint at it indirectly, but I didn't expect you to tell me the truth so directly."

"I just found out about this today. My memory has been tampered with."

Akzan shook his head slightly and sighed, "This is really shocking news."

As he spoke, he slowly picked up the wine jug on the table, poured a glass of wine gracefully, and then gently pushed the glass in front of Xuelian. "In that case, who can tell me how Sunflower was caught?"

Xuelian glanced at the wine glass in front of her, and without any hesitation, she reached out to pick up the glass and drank the wine in it.

The pungent alcohol flowed down her throat, causing her body to tremble slightly involuntarily. After all, this was the first time in her life that she tasted alcohol.

"I wasn't there at the time, but when I saw her, I could clearly see that she exuded a strong sense of sin. So I dare to conclude that the church took her away in the name of arresting a criminal."

"I heard you use a special ability from the goddess on prisoners called Sin Words. I once heard this from Himawari's brother, Xiang Mingri. He said Himawari was born speechless and unable to make any expression. The only time she spoke, blood flowed from her throat."

Akzan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the scene when Xiang Mingri told him that story involuntarily emerged in his mind.

Xuelian nodded calmly, her voice cold and firm, "Indeed, her condition is absolutely a crime, and it was inflicted by the goddess herself."

"So, they believed that Sunflower was the cause of this terrible disaster? Just because she carried the words of the Goddess of Judgment, did you make such a judgment?"

"Didn't you just mention that she was born unable to speak?"

Akzan frowned, feeling that things were far from as simple as they seemed.

"So, according to this inference, after the church captured Himawari, they simply sentenced her to death as a criminal? Was there no investigation or screening process involved?"

"No, the church locked her up instead."

Xuelian said this with great confusion. In her impression, he didn't seem to do anything to her. It was possible that he did it in a place where she couldn't see.

The memory has not been fully restored yet, and it takes little fragments from that time to piece it all together.

"What is her connection with Sunflower?"

I have revealed a lot of information to the man in front of me.

In her opinion, if two people are communicating in the form of exchanging secrets, then only if both parties are honest with each other at the same time can they ensure that the secret is not leaked to the greatest extent possible. This is undoubtedly the safest way to keep secrets.

"Okay, then I'll tell you in detail everything I know about that one-and-a-half-year-old child—Theresa."

As the story progressed, Xuelian gradually fell into deep thought. It was not until Akjan finished telling the story that she suddenly realized why Theresa lied.

"Theresa...so that's her name. It's so sad that all her identities are given by others."

"Yes, she is an exception among exceptions. But from your description, she seems to have inherited many characteristics of sunflowers."

Both of them seemed to have a certain answer in their hearts.

"We may all have the worst-case scenario in mind, but it's best not to speak it out loud right now. As the saying goes, too much talk leads to mistakes. I assume you still long to remain a free man, right?"

Akzhan understood immediately and quickly responded, "I understand. So, tell me, what do you need me to do next?"

In fact, he came here this time to discuss countermeasures with Xuelian in order to help Theresa successfully survive the crisis of being arrested by the church.

"I need someone to stop my knight."

"Your knight?"

Akzan raised his eyebrows subconsciously.

"A saint is usually accompanied by a knight, isn't she? And this knight of mine is very powerful, and he has a patron saint to assist him. His strength is comparable to when I possessed the Eye of Judgment."

"No problem, this arrangement is not bad. This way I can continue to act without any worries. So what should we do after this?"

Akzhan looked at Xuelian intently, waiting for her further instructions.

"I will confront the bishop directly and conduct an interrogation on the matter myself."

Xuelian's voice was cold and firm, and the atmosphere in the entire room seemed to be instantly covered by a layer of frost, becoming extremely cold.

"Uh... well, you... this is really difficult for you."

Akzhan was speechless for a moment. What she did was tantamount to blatant rebellion.

"I'll point out a few necessary routes for you. The celebration is scheduled for the day after tomorrow. According to past practice, the church usually carries out related actions a day in advance. The significance of doing so is to always be one step ahead of disaster."

"So, does that mean those people from the church will rush over here this morning?"

"Well... almost. If nothing unexpected happens, we'll have to survive the snowstorm."

"Crash-!"

Akzan picked up the wine jug and skillfully filled each of them with a glass of fragrant wine.

"In that case, shouldn't we have a drink first?"

"I really admire you."

Xuelian reached out and grasped the cup in front of her, gently clinking it against the glass in Akzhan's hand, making a pleasant crisp sound.