The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Haha... You guys have dirty hands. You actually set your sights on me. Search every room they left."

The scarred man was thrown directly against the door by a tall and strong man and was knocked open in an instant.

"That's a bit rude."

Theresa, who had just finished taking a shower, said this angrily, ignoring the pain in her throat.

Wrapped in a bath towel, she shows the youthfulness and grace of a girl.

The ends of her hair were shrouded in clear water droplets, and a few strands of hair hung playfully on her smooth forehead. Her golden eyes were like boiling molten gold, yet emitting an icy light.

It seemed that there were more people at the door than just the scarred man and the fat man.

Theresa glanced at the people outside the house, and they subconsciously lowered their eyes, not daring to look at her, as if looking at her any longer would be a great blasphemy.

A deep and magnetic voice sounded: "I'm sorry to disturb this beautiful lady's bath. My name is Brandi, and I'm a businessman."

The burly men standing in front all stepped back to make way.

As the crowd dispersed, a figure gradually emerged.

The man was wearing a black hood that covered his entire head tightly, and the brim of the hood was pulled down very low, making it impossible to see his face.

"Want to fight?"

Theresa raised her chin slightly, a hint of unruly in her eyes, and gently inserted her five fingers into the wet white hair on her forehead, smoothing it upwards along her scalp.

Brandi just opened her mouth, but stopped herself from speaking. Her nostrils twitched slightly, as if she caught a whiff of something strange in the air.

His eyes followed the vague clues and finally stopped at the chair.

A furry shawl was casually draped there.

"Is this shawl also owned by this lady?" Brandi raised her hand and pointed at the shawl, with a questioning look in her eyes.

Theresa, already upset by this unnecessary interruption, frowned impatiently.

"So what?"

The magic wands were combined into a long golden stick, and Theresa pointed the end of the stick at the people at the door.

Seeing this, Brandi didn't panic. He slowly raised his hands, palms facing outward to show that he had no hostility. With a sincere smile on his face, he slowly explained, "You misunderstood, Miss. Scarface stole my things, and I wanted to see if they still had any. It's obvious from the situation that you are not in the same group with them. Miss, I am a victim just like you."

He spoke at a steady pace, his words sincere, and his eyes always looked directly into Theresa's, revealing an unquestionable sincerity.

"Can you...go...away...?"

Theresa snorted coldly, and with a slight flick of her wrist, the golden stick stood straight in front of Brandi.

"Before I leave, miss, would you be interested in joining us for a while? We think most of those who haven't disembarked yet are going there. Would you consider being our escort?"

Brandi waved her hand, and the person next to her immediately reacted and handed over a bulging envelope.

"I know what the situation is like over there, which is why I'm inviting strong individuals to join me. As long as we can reach our destination safely, feel free to ask for compensation. In such a dangerous place, any merchant who dares to withhold compensation for escort simply doesn't want to live anymore."

Brandi's attitude is sincere and his behavior is like that of a businessman who has experienced many ups and downs.

Otherwise, he would have dodged it the moment he threw the magic wand.

"I presume this is your first time in that strange land, young lady. Perhaps you haven't yet acquired the local currency. Here's some cash for your use, along with a small gift I've carefully prepared. If you're reluctant to accept the commission, please accept it. I hope I can be of some assistance if we meet again in the future."

As he spoke, Brandi gently placed the envelope in his hand on the antique table next to him, then waved his hand casually, signaling the followers around him to prepare to evacuate.

"What are you going to do with these two guys, miss? Or are you going to solve this problem yourself?"

"This is on the ship." Theresa said silently.

"That's right. After all, these two are always in the spotlight. If they cause unnecessary trouble, it would be more trouble than it's worth. Then we'll be leaving first."

Looking at the two people lying on the ground with part of their bodies sticking out of the door.

Brandi raised her foot and mercilessly kicked the parts exposed outside the door, and the two men were pushed completely into the room.

Then he silently reached out, grasped the door handle, and slowly closed the door.

What a hassle. I guess I saved both of them.

I don’t know if the way they solved the problem was what I imagined. It turns out that businessmen who can become big are cruel and ruthless. No wonder he doesn’t want others to see his face.

"Wake up!"

Theresa simply stretched out her bare feet and kicked them mercilessly.

Now she was only wrapped in a white bath towel, standing barefoot on the cold ground, feeling irritated.

"Ugh......"

Theresa sighed softly, then waved her hands slightly, and light poured out from her hands, quickly seeping into the bodies of those people.

As the light was injected, their bodies began to tremble slightly.

"My head hurts...those people are so abominable!"

The scarred man complained as he struggled to move his body and tried to sit up.

A bright color caught his eye, and the scarred man looked up subconsciously.

Although he was not interested in the little girl, she had just finished a bath and was only wrapped in a bath towel. The skin of her exposed legs was whiter than snow and had a warm luster.

The scarred man couldn't help but stare blankly, blurting out: "What white legs."

"boom--!"

With a dull thud, the scarred man's face was stepped firmly on the ground, and his cheek rubbed violently against the cold floor.

"speak nicely."

Theresa looked down at him condescendingly, then she slowly moved her feet away.

The scarred man tumbled back a few steps, nodding and bowing, begging for mercy: "I was wrong, I was wrong, Auntie! Thank you for your kindness! Fatty, wake up quickly and thank Auntie!"

The fat man who was originally in a coma slowly woke up, opened his eyes dazedly, and muttered: "Brother, that moment just now was so comfortable. I felt as if I was lying on a soft lawn, basking in the warm sun..."

Before he finished speaking, the fat man suddenly saw Theresa standing in front of him. His eyes widened immediately, and he pointed at Theresa's chest and said excitedly: "It's as soft as the grass she is!"

"boom--!"

Black Hand threw the scarred man and the fat man out of the door like chickens.

As they were thrown out, a pig-killing howl was heard in the air: "Thank you for saving my life..."

That's enough.

Theresa sighed helplessly, and saw the envelope that the Brandi merchant had just given her out of the corner of her eye.

When I opened the envelope, I found that there was indeed a lot of money inside.

And a cigarette? Is this the gift you prepared?

Don’t think about it anymore, go to sleep.

A terrible night.