The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Oleg and Ina's wedding is approaching, and the whole village is filled with joy and anticipation.

In the early morning hours, the villagers rose and busied themselves preparing all sorts of wedding supplies. With colorful flags fluttering, lanterns hanging high, flowers blooming, and balloons swirling, every detail exuded a festive and warm atmosphere.

The trees along the road were also carefully decorated, with colorful lights hanging in between. The lights danced in the breeze, as if sending the most beautiful blessings to this wedding.

Theresa finally got her wish and dressed up as a cute flower girl.

This was designed by Ina herself! However, Ina still kept a little thought and didn't make the flower girl's outfit too perfect.

After all, no one wants the flower girl to steal the bride's limelight.

Theresa was wearing a pink dress with a cloud-like fluffy skirt, embroidered with exquisite floral patterns, as if a spring garden was blooming on her.

As she walked, her skirt swayed gently, like blooming flowers dancing in the breeze. In her little hands, she held a bouquet of colorful flowers, the fragrance of the flowers filling the air, intoxicating.

This seems to be the first time I've ever worn a skirt formally. It feels so cute.

And can the little brat next to me stop staring at me?

Theresa glared at them fiercely, but in their eyes, they had successfully attracted the attention of this beautiful sister.

"Hahaha! Little Tracy is wearing such beautiful clothes today!"

Grandpa Augustus also dressed up today. He wore a neat suit, which looked quite handsome and had the gentlemanly air of an elderly man.

"Grandpa even specially invited a priest to bless Oleg today. After all these years, he's finally going to get married. Ina seems to be looking for you, so go and see her."

Sister Ina is looking for me? I understand. It must be some kind of pre-marital anxiety disorder.

Theresa came to the door of Ina's room, knocked gently, then pushed the door open and walked in. She saw Ina standing quietly in front of the mirror.

Ina was wearing a white wedding dress and standing in front of the window. The sunlight shone on her through the window, as if she was covered with a golden gauze, making her look more holy and beautiful.

The neckline of the wedding dress perfectly reveals her slender collarbone and elegant neckline. The slim cut at the waist perfectly outlines her graceful figure, and the long skirt spreads out like a blooming flower.

Ina's hair was combed neatly and simply tied behind her head. A few strands of hair gently fell beside her cheeks, adding a touch of softness and grace to her.

Theresa walked over to Ina and held up a small piece of paper with words written on it.

"Sister Yina, you are so beautiful!"

Ina turned her head, looked at Theresa, and said with a smile, "Thank you, little Tracy. Actually, I'm a little nervous. Although I'm looking forward to this wedding, I'm also a little afraid of the future life."

Theresa continued writing on the paper.

"You and Brother Oleg have always loved each other, and you will definitely be happy."

"I understand this in my heart. Oleg has always been a very responsible person, so I'm quite confident about our relationship and our future life. I'm just worried that I might not be able to be a good wife..."

"After all, my parents left me when I was very young, so I have almost no experience in how to be a good mother. I really don't know if I can take good care of my children when I have them in the future... What if my children are naughty and don't listen to me?"

This beautiful bride, immersed in her fantasy, seems to be thinking a little too far ahead...

Even though the wedding hadn't even finished yet, she had already started imagining herself holding the child.

"I'm going to receive guests."

Theresa left a message on the note and left the bride's room.

As for whether Sister Ina would continue to have wild thoughts, that was no longer something she could take into account.

Outside, Oleg was busy receiving the visiting guests, but he seemed a little flustered and overwhelmed.

"Oh, little Tracy, you look so beautiful today! Oh, sorry, I'm a little busy here, why don't you go somewhere else and play for a while!"

It was obvious that Oleg had not made adequate preparations, otherwise he would not have been so panicked.

Theresa sighed helplessly, then took out a red envelope from her pocket and handed it to Oleg.

This red envelope is the money she saved from her daily frugality!

"Is this for me? Thank you so much, I'll take it without hesitation!"

After receiving the red envelope, Oleg said happily.

This is a red envelope for both of you, why do you say it's for you alone?

Theresa gave him a displeased look and stuffed the red envelope into the small box next to her.

Receiving guests is really a lively event, but for a little mute like me, it is really a little difficult to get used to.

A panicked voice suddenly came.

"It's over! Quick, little Tracy, help me!"

Theresa had just taken a few steps when she saw Oleg running towards her in a panic. His face was filled with anxiety and uneasiness, as if he had encountered some serious trouble.

"Um...I think I forgot my ring at home...Can you help me get it? I can't get away right now."

Oleg scratched his head awkwardly, his tone filled with a hint of helplessness and self-mockery. It was obvious that he himself realized how ridiculous it was that such an important thing had been forgotten at home.

Theresa glared at him. How could he mess up such a thing?

"Okay, I'll get it for you."

Theresa wrote on the paper, turned around and ran towards home.

There should be enough time. As long as we can successfully retrieve the ring, we can catch up with the wedding ceremony. I really admire Oreg.

Theresa took advantage of the fact that no one was around and stretched out her black hand from behind her back, preparing to swing forward using inertia.

After these few days, she finally figured it out.

The swordsman performed some strange trick on her forehead.

How abhorrent! This method directly restricted her own abilities. You know, in the past, her black hand could stretch to extremely far places, but now it can only be shortened to such a short extent!

What's worse is that once the black hand extends beyond a certain distance, flames will wrap around it and it will burn you to death.

The next time she sees that guy, she will never let him go easily and will make him taste her power.