The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

In the dark and damp prison, Xuelian leaned quietly against the corner, her brows slightly furrowed.

Hmm…weird…?

It should be snowing heavily outside, with everything covered in white. Why does it feel hot in this prison?

She had become accustomed to such time alone, so she slowly closed her eyes and began to daydream.

The knights patrolling around saw Her Highness the Saint in this state and thought that this was her unique hobby. No one dared to disturb her, let alone wake her up.

In fact, Xuelian was just so lost in thought that she forgot to open her eyes.

It’s like this every time. Before I know it, I’ve slept the whole night.

Find a little inner peace and comfort in your own way.

Xuelian suddenly felt a dazzling light in the hazy state and subconsciously opened her eyes.

Several small balls of light had quietly appeared around them at some point, each emitting a soft and warm glow, illuminating this originally cold corner of the prison with a unique scene.

"Is this arcane? Why is it here?"

Her gaze slowly moved along the distribution of the light balls, and finally landed on the cell next to it.

The originally dark and gloomy room was illuminated by the light of the ball and became bright.

Xuelian instantly summoned the Sword of Judgment and pointed it directly at the blurry figure in the cell.

"You did this? What is your purpose?!"

The cell itself is a special structure, and the glass inlaid on the four walls is specially made. Its purpose is to suppress arcane power and prevent prisoners from casting spells to escape or do evil.

This ball of light shouldn't be here.

Sunflower seemed to hear the noise behind her, put down the pen in her hand, then slowly picked up the paper beside her, walked to the glass wall, and stuck the paper on the cold and transparent glass.

"I won't look at the picture you drew. Write your reasons on this paper with a pen."

Xuelian's voice was clear and pleasant, and she instinctively wanted to point the Sword of Judgment in her hand at Sunflower.

Sunflower, however, held the paper in front of her face and acted together.

Xuelian quickly opened a corner of the window, accurately grabbed the paper that Sunflower had stuck to the glass, and then swung it hard, throwing the paper out.

"I'm not kidding you."

Although there was no change in Sunflower's expression, a hint of disappointment could be felt in her actions.

She gently approached the cold glass and exhaled a breath of warm air. The warm air instantly condensed into a small mist on the glass. On the mist, she slowly wrote: "I'm afraid you're cold."

These four simple words caused ripples in the atmosphere that was originally as quiet as a deep pool.

Xuelian frowned slightly, and doubt spread in her clear eyes.

I have long been accustomed to the cold environment and am not very afraid of the cold.

But this sudden concern caused ripples of helplessness in her heart. She was a little confused and didn't know how to respond to this unique care.

"Don't try to...change the subject. I'm fine, don't worry about me. Tell me how you released the arcane spell."

Xuelian's voice was filled with an unquestionable determination, and her eyes were fixed on Sunflower.

Sunflower snapped her fingers lightly, and a small ball of light appeared without warning and floated in the air.

It slowly passed through the glass, creating circles of warm ripples in the air in front of Xuelian.

"Um......"

Xuelian lowered her head slightly and fell into a brief silence, and the sword in her hand slowly dropped.

We really can't just focus on the surface results of this matter.

The fact that this girl can use arcane magic here undoubtedly means that she has the ability to break free from the constraints of this prison at any time.

The bishop has always been meticulous in his actions. Since he made such an arrangement, he must have fully considered this key factor. After all, he would never allow a dangerous person who has the ability to escape from prison at any time to stay here safely.

Xuelian recalled the conflict just now and caught a glimpse of the paper she had thrown. Out of curiosity, she bent down and picked it up.

What appeared on the paper was actually a painting, which clearly depicted her alone in the corner of the prison, looking up at the sky in a daze. The brushstrokes were delicate, as if her loneliness and melancholy at that time were frozen on the paper.

"Do you like painting?" Xuelian couldn't help but ask casually.

She knew in her heart that the quality of the pen she had given was really poor, but the painting did not have any flaws due to the defects of the pen, which showed that the painter had a profound foundation.

Sunflower nodded slightly with a calm face, without saying a word.

She reached out and picked up several sheets of paper from the table, then spread them flat on the glass with her hands. They were all covered with her finished paintings.

"It's a very good painting." Xuelian said softly, while silently and carefully putting away the paper with her portrait, folding it and putting it in her arms.

After a brief silence, she spoke again and asked, "What crime did you commit that got you arrested?"

Sunflower looked at Snow Lotus quietly, as if struggling whether to reveal his inner thoughts.

After a moment's hesitation, she slowly raised her hand and lightly tapped her fingertips on the cold glass.

“I don’t seem to be liked.”

As the last stroke was made, a drop of water slid from her fingertips and meandered down the glass.

"Unwelcome?"

Xuelian's tone was full of doubt and confusion.

Be it her exquisite and unique appearance or the aura she exudes in her every move, she doesn't look like someone who would be disliked.

Normally, he treated prisoners coldly and rarely exchanged words with them, but today, for some reason, he spoke so much to this girl.

Suddenly she seemed to remember something.

The goddess of judgment dislikes her.

Are you questioning the will of the Goddess of Judgment in front of someone who has been blessed by her?

This was obviously unrealistic. She knew very well how insignificant and powerless she was in front of this powerful divine authority.

I am also a person who is being led astray, so even if I have doubts in my heart, I can only swallow them silently.

Sunflower blinked her lively eyes, raised her hand and gently tapped the glass in front of her, trying to break the slightly dull atmosphere.

"Can I teach you how to draw? I love drawing!"

Xuelian raised her head slightly, frowning slightly, a trace of confusion and disdain on her face: "Why should I learn to paint? What can I do after learning to paint? It's meaningless to me."

In her opinion, painting has nothing to do with her mission and daily life.

"It can create what you expect and what you think deep in your heart." Sunflower wrote another paragraph while Xuelian was speaking.

What you expect and what you think deep down?

The paintings she draws are always of various landscapes. Is this also what she thinks in her heart?

Then what kind of picture can I create?

......

"Just killing time, don't get me wrong. I just want to see what the difference is between a special sinner and an ordinary sinner."

Xuelian said this expressionlessly, as if trying to convince herself and clear away the subtle curiosity in her heart.

She reached out and tapped the glass gently, then handed a full notebook and a brand new paintbrush to the other side of the glass.

But in this strict and cold prison environment, the appearance of these things is really out of place.

Just by looking at the unmelted snowflakes on Xuelian's hair and the water stains on her clothes, you can tell that these items must have been brought in from outside on purpose.

Today will not last forever, so don't leave regrets in today.

Perhaps she herself did not even realize that when facing Sunflower, her behavior had inadvertently exceeded the usual rules and indifference in the prison.