The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

After a busy day at work, Xuelian slowly moved to a familiar corner and sat down on the ground as she had done on countless lonely nights.

She looked up at the night sky. Outside the iron window, the vast sky was full of twinkling stars, like broken diamonds scattered randomly, cold and charming.

Recently, the church's affairs have become increasingly tight, and there is a serious shortage of staff. A large number of members have been sent out to perform various dangerous and difficult tasks.

Everything was quiet, and the aches and pains from the work quietly spread throughout her body, but she relaxed her brows and secretly felt thankful for this temporary assignment.

The prison is located in a remote place, without any noise. The high walls isolate the outside world, leaving only the sound of wind, snowflakes and the stars above.

Staying here alone, it was so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat, allowing her to find a little comfort in the brief peace.

As for those sinners, a man who had killed more people than them was wandering around and could not think of a reason to rebel.

"Hurry up! Move forward!"

There was a sound of stumbling footsteps, messy and rapid, mixed with the heavy breathing of the prisoners and the rattling of shackles.

That was the sound of knights escorting prisoners forward with difficulty, like driving lambs.

Xuelian was in the midst of this noise, but her expression remained calm, as she was no longer surprised.

The word of the Goddess of Judgment hangs high in the world, and the knights use it to arrest people and rarely make mistakes.

"Your Highness, since you are here, please take care of this special sinner."

The warden had quietly approached without her noticing. He was dressed in a solemn and majestic black uniform. He bowed slightly and bowed respectfully towards Xuelian with an extremely humble attitude.

"special?"

A hint of doubt flashed across her deep, snow-lotus eyes. She slowly turned around, her gaze piercing through the crowd, accurately gazing at the figure that stood out from the crowd.

The moment her eyes met that person, the Eye of Judgment in Xuelian's left eye suddenly became hot and active like never before.

"Ok?"

The inexplicable throbbing drove her to walk quickly through the group of people escorting prisoners.

Xuelian reached out her slender but powerful hand and accurately pulled out that special sinner.

The criminal turned out to be a little girl, thin and slender, with messy hair scattered on her shoulders. Her dirty little face was hidden behind her hair, and only her eyes revealed a calmness that was not suitable for her age.

Immaturity is never a reason to cover up crimes, and sins will not be forgiven because of one's young age.

"Leave it to me."

Xuelian's voice was cold and there was no extra expression on her cold face.

"Yes!"

The warden and the knights responded in unison and retreated quickly and efficiently.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and in the empty cell corridor, only Xuelian and the little girl were left facing each other.

Xuelian leaned forward slightly and looked at the little girl in front of her quietly.

"Open your eyes."

The little girl trembled slightly, hesitated for a moment, slowly raised her head, and slowly opened her tightly closed eyes.

The golden eyes that pierced through people's hearts met Xuelian's eyes.

This girl is not simple, Xuelian knows why she is special.

Judging from the strong aura of guilt emanating from her, she was definitely not an ordinary person. It felt like the guilt was imposed by the Goddess of Judgment herself.

And this charge has been against her for a very long time.

"Go take a shower and clean yourself up. You'll be living in this cell from now on. If you need anything, don't hold it in, just tell me."

After saying that, Xuelian pointed to the relatively clean cell and motioned the girl to stay there.

After settling the girl down, calculating the time, the bishop's mission should be over and he will probably return soon.

"You saw that girl, didn't you?"

Before Xuelian could speak, the Bishop of Judgment asked first.

"Yes, she is very special. The aura she exudes and the emotions hidden in her eyes are completely different from those of ordinary criminals. So I granted her some basic rights, at least to make her life in prison less difficult."

"It seems you feel the same way. She was personally convicted of sin by the Goddess of Judgment, so the outcome is obvious. This girl must be hiding a secret beyond imagination. Don't touch her yet. Wait until you understand the situation thoroughly."

This was the first time the bishop had done something without considering the consequences.

"I see."

"One more thing, something is going to happen in this world. We need to prepare in advance before other churches try to figure out the truth."

Is something going to happen to the world?

never mind.

I can no longer feel any fresh thoughts or passionate emotions.

If one day I unfortunately find myself waiting for death somewhere, it doesn’t seem like a bad thing.

After going around in circles, Xuelian finally returned to the corner of the prison where she could see the sky.

The corner was quiet with only the sound of her gentle breathing, perfect for her to sit alone and daydream.

She curled up, resting her chin on her knees, looking up at the small piece of sky with a blank look in her eyes.

This was her favorite thing to do alone.

"Dong dong dong——!"

The sudden knocking sound suddenly broke the silence and echoed in the dim cell corridor.

Xuelian's body paused slightly, as if she had just woken up from a dream. This corner was no longer her own private little world.

That special sinner, a little girl who looked about ten years old, moved in here.

"what's up."

Xuelian slowly came back to her senses from her dazed state, supported herself with her hands, and used the force to get up from the ground.

After sitting for a long time, her legs felt numb. She staggered, steadied herself, and then quickly walked to the cell bars.

The outline of the little girl gradually became clear in the darkness. It turned out that she was tapping the cold iron bars with her knuckles to attract Xuelian's attention.

The little girl tilted her head and held the railing tightly with both hands, her big golden eyes staring straight at Xuelian.

Xuelian then looked at her carefully. The prison uniform was loose on the girl's slender body, with the corners rolled up and full of wrinkles, which could not hide the unique charm emanating from her.

Where did she come from and how did she become the target of the Goddess of Judgment?

The more I think about it, the more strange it seems. It's really strange.

The girl stared at the glass outside the railing, leaned close to the glass and breathed lightly.

The warm breath instantly turned into a cloud of mist on the cold glass, and her fingers immediately fell, moving slowly but firmly, writing stroke by stroke - "Sunflower".

"Sunflower? Is this the flower you want?"

There was a hint of doubt in Xuelian's cold voice, and her eyes were fixed on the girl.

The girl didn't say anything, just shook her head and pointed her finger straight at herself.

"Your name is Sunflower?" Xuelian paused, her tone growing colder. "I don't need to know that, and I'm not curious about your name. You just need to wait quietly for your trial."

Xuelian's expression was as cold as ice, and there was no trace of emotion in her eyes.

There is no need to worry too much about a sinner who is targeted by a goddess.

But these cold words seemed to have no effect on the little girl who called herself Sunflower.

She blew on the glass again stubbornly, and her fingertips touched the glass again. The rustling sound was particularly clear in the silence.

This time, a line of crooked but carefully written words appeared on the glass: "Can I have some paper and a pen?"

"You're not even listening."

Xuelian simply said this and turned around to leave resolutely.

But after a moment, Xuelian returned again with a few sheets of white paper and an old, bald pen in her hand. She handed the paper and pen over through the narrow window where food was delivered.

When Sunflower took it, she accidentally touched Xuelian's hand, and Xuelian subconsciously shrank back.

It was so cold all around, why were her hands so warm?

“Thank you *^_^*!”

Sunflower wrote on the glass and drew a smiley face.

Xuelian came back to her senses and looked up at the childish handwriting and smiling face on the glass.

He just nodded slightly, his expression still cold, but the alienation in his eyes faded a little.