The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

“Wash, scrub, scrub…wash, scrub, scrub!”

Theresa hummed a light tune and washed the dishes rhythmically in the sink. Each dish was carefully wiped in her hands and neatly stacked aside.

Several people from Dakong Office had finished their barbecue business for today and were sitting outside to rest and chat.

According to the division of labor, Theresa doesn't need to go to the back to wash the dishes.

But when I saw Xiaotao's thin body standing on the bench, washing the dishes in the sink with great effort, her frail appearance seemed particularly weak in this slightly cold night.

So she decided to help out.

"Take a break. You've been busy all night. Stop working. This is a dish I saved just for you. I knew you'd be craving it!"

The person who spoke was the amiable uncle, Fan Xier, whom we all affectionately called Uncle Fan.

As for his age, he is more than old enough to be a father to everyone present.

Theresa stopped wiping her hands and looked up at Uncle Fan, her eyes flashing with surprise and anticipation: "Is it okay?"

She quickly wiped her hands with her apron, then impatiently reached out to take the plate full of fragrant barbecue skewers.

Every time she helped deliver the food, the aroma of barbecue would make her saliva water.

"Why not? If you want to eat, just tell your uncle. There's no need to eat the leftovers every time."

Vansil's face was gentle, his eyes full of doting. He reached out and gently patted Theresa's shoulder, then waved his arm, motioning her to go to the side and enjoy it.

Then he looked at Xiao Tao again, with a faint smile on his face, and said, "Xiao Tao, go too. This is the meat I got from hunting on the way back. It's not the meat in the office."

"Uncle Fan! You sneaked into the border area again, didn't you? Do you know how dangerous that place is?"

When Xiaotao heard this, she immediately put down the apron she was wiping with, and her empty eyes were full of anger and worry.

Fan Xier sighed slightly, with a look of helplessness and unwillingness on his face, and said slowly: "I really can't swallow this, alas."

His gaze slowly turned to Theresa, who was happily eating skewers. Seeing her satisfied look, a relieved smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

In a trance, his thoughts seemed to travel through time and space, returning to the warm scene of sitting around the dining table with his daughter and wife to eat dinner.

"If... my daughter were still alive, she would definitely be the same age as you. You two would definitely become good friends."

Fan Xier's voice unconsciously lowered, and his tone was full of longing and melancholy.

For a moment, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to be shrouded in a veil of sadness and became oppressive.

Theresa noticed this change and felt a little embarrassed to continue eating the skewers in her hand.

"for you!"

Theresa picked up a fragrant skewer of meat, stretched out her arm, and handed it to Fanxier, snapping her fingers playfully in front of him.

Uncle Fan was not a native local adventurer. Like Bahrain and Ruijin, he came from a distant country that worshipped the goddess of fertility.

In that land, he once had a happy family, his wife was gentle and virtuous, and his daughter was lively and lovely. Although their life was ordinary, it was full of warmth.

The trajectory of fate suddenly changed on a dark night.

A sudden fire engulfed his home in an instant.

The raging fire not only burned down the house, but also ruthlessly took the lives of his loved ones - his wife and daughter unfortunately died in the disaster.

That night when the fire was burning fiercely, the hot air waves hit our faces and the billowing smoke made it impossible to breathe.

Uncle Fan watched his home being engulfed by the flames and knelt down outside the burning house in pain.

He was filled with despair and just wanted to rush into the sea of ​​fire regardless of everything, leave with his beloved family, and end this unbearable pain.

Just when he was about to lose his mind and throw himself into the sea of ​​fire, he caught a glimpse of a detail in the flickering flames that shocked him - it was a tattoo, a tattoo clearly imprinted on the hand of a figure.

An unforgettable obsession suddenly ignited in his heart. He wanted to seek justice for his family and make the culprits pay the price.

With this unwavering obsession, I followed here from my distant hometown.

Here he met the people from Dakong Office, and in the process of getting along with them, he also found a glimmer of hope for life in this strange land.

I hope this little ray of light can be like a ray of warm sunshine, penetrating the haze of sadness in Fanxier's heart and making him feel better.

"Thank you, Sunflower. Just like your name, you always bring warmth."

Just as Vancil was still immersed in Theresa's warm sunshine, a flash of red light outside the window attracted his attention.

Years of experience in investigating crazy fires made him very sensitive to those strange red lights.

This person is definitely a Fire Crazy follower, and one who has just gained power.

“Someone’s outside!”

Fanxier shouted and ran out quickly, not forgetting to take his spear with him.

Strelitzia, Ergou and Ao Yu were sitting around a small table, playing poker enthusiastically.

They were playing the game of Landlord that Theresa had taught them.

"Eight of eight!" Ergou decisively threw the two cards on the table, making a crisp sound.

Strelitzia barely hesitated, and with a "snap" sound, he slammed down the two kings and responded loudly: "Right king!"

Ergou frowned, thought for a moment, and then typed "two".

Ao Yu, who had been keeping a low profile, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a confident smile.

He slowly drew two cards from his hand, shook them elegantly in the air, and then placed the cards firmly on the table with a beautiful gesture. It was a royal bomb made up of two jokers.

"We are sure to win this time, Xiaohe! I didn't expect that the Landlord game taught to us by the little white-haired boy was quite fun!" Ao Yu said proudly, his eyes full of determination to win.

At this time, he still has a three card in his hand. As long as he plays this card and lets Strelitzia play a card, they can win the game.

He deliberately slowed down his movements, elegantly picking up the three-card card between two fingers, waved it in the air, and then dashed it down on the table, shouting, "A three-card card."

"I'm sorry."

Strelitzia reginae pouted and seemed to be avoiding something.

"What! I can't afford three of them! What are you doing!"

Ou Yu couldn't believe his ears. Would someone really use a three as a trump card?

A burst of hurried footsteps sounded, and Fanxier ran out of the door anxiously, holding a spear that gleamed with cold light tightly in his hand.

The three of them looked at each other and followed without hesitation.