The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"New residence?"

Theresa followed Xiaotao, her brows slightly furrowed, a hint of doubt in her tone.

"Yes, the new residence. Xiaohe knows that it is the best house we have."

She paused and continued, "As you can see, our Dakong Office was attacked, so people from other guilds prepared a new house for us."

Theresa opened her mouth as if she wanted to ask something, but Xiaotao interrupted her.

"Let's give each other some time. Let's talk about our family matters when we get home. I believe that after they return from the border, they will definitely not want to recall those things right away."

Theresa was silent for a moment, then finally nodded without further questioning.

Strange... Is Xiaotao so cold?

Maybe she was scared... I have to comfort her when I get back.

Also, I have to tell her about Ou's situation...sigh.

"We're here. You guys should rest for a while. I'll go get you some food."

Xiaotao's voice came from the kitchen. Her tone was calm, but lacked her usual energy.

"Yeah! Eat noodles!"

Strelitzia cheered and laid down on the sofa, as if to release all the stress.

He stretched himself and a relaxed smile appeared on his face, as if he had temporarily forgotten the previous tension and anxiety.

Theresa felt something was wrong.

This new house is really nice, fully furnished and neatly arranged.

But she always felt that something was missing.

Suddenly, she realized something, frowned, and looked at Xiaotao in the kitchen again.

"Where's Uncle Fan?"

Theresa asked, a hint of hesitation in her voice. She looked at Xiaotao's petite back, feeling a little uneasy.

Xiaotao paused, and the knife in her hand stopped on the chopping board for a moment.

"Uncle Fan...he...successfully got his revenge..."

"Successful revenge?"

Xiao Tao and the others were attacked by the crazy fire, and Uncle Fan...

Could it be that Chihuo had been here when they were heading to the border?

"That... Xiao Tao..."

Theresa swallowed her saliva and felt that it was necessary to tell Xiaotao that Ou was gone.

She opened her mouth and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Strelitzia.

"Please rain more today! I'm starving!" Strelitzia suddenly reached out, grabbed Theresa's arm, and whispered to her, "Actually, the little blind man knows that some things don't need to be explained so clearly."

"That won't work!"

Theresa was stunned for a moment, then glared at Strelitzia and said in a low voice, "I must say it."

Her tone was firm and her eyes showed a stubbornness.

For those who have passed away, what they did in their lifetime is worth knowing.

You can't die in vain.

"Ou...is gone..."

In the kitchen, Xiaotao was still gently cutting the meat into shreds on the chopping board with the knife in her hand, her movements were mechanical and slow.

The sound of the knife blade hitting the cutting board was particularly clear in the quiet room.

"I see. I get it. You've worked hard, too. After you went to the border, I waited silently. I know I don't have the ability. All I can do is wait...wait until Uncle Fan dies together with me."

Those three days were truly the most difficult and uncomfortable days Xiaotao had ever experienced.

Originally, she always maintained an optimistic attitude to face the results three days later.

However, the sudden attack completely shattered her fantasy.

"Even Uncle Fan was able to fight back when facing his enemies, but I... couldn't even watch. I was toyed with by others and didn't even deserve a simple death."

There was a hint of self-mockery in Xiaotao's voice, "It was precisely because I lacked the qualifications that I survived."

She survived not because she was strong, but because the enemy felt she was not worth fighting.

This feeling of humiliation and powerlessness was like a thorn that was deeply embedded in her heart. She could neither pull it out nor forget it.

"I think Ou Yu must have died for one of you. I also want to be like you, with obsession. But I have nothing, and I don't know what the meaning of my life is."

The room fell silent for a moment, with only the occasional sound of chopping vegetables coming from the kitchen breaking the heavy silence.

After a long time, Xiaotao took a deep breath, picked up the knife again and continued to cut the meat into shreds.

"The noodles are almost ready, please wait a moment."

Her voice returned to calm, as if the conversation just now had never happened.

Strelitzia shook her head helplessly, then her tone became cheerful again.

She stood up, patted Theresa's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Okay! Then I'll come over and help you! It smells so good! I'm so greedy!"

Xiao Tao didn't look back, but just said "hmm" softly, and the movement of her hands did not stop.

"The shredded pork is so finely chopped! I'm going to have to eat two more bowls later!"

Theresa sat alone on the sofa, staring blankly at their backs.

Originally, she just wanted to tell Xiaotao that Ou was great, that he gave his life to protect everyone, and that he deserved to be remembered by everyone.

But she never expected that Xiaotao would understand these words in a different way.

A kind of denial and self-blame of herself.

Have I changed? Why haven't I even considered this? When did this start?

The person who always thought about others and was thoughtful and considerate has now become so dull.

She kept saying that she didn't want power, but reality gave her superhuman power.

It's like I have a lot of money, but I don't like money.

The metaphor might seem strange, but she felt it was perfectly apt.

Having power, one does not desire power.

Having the ability, but not considering the shortcomings of others.

In Xiaotao's ears, what she heard might have been a different meaning.

A sense of superiority and an unconscious contempt.

She never thought that her words would hurt Xiaotao.

He simply wanted to express his respect for Ou, but ignored Xiaotao's feelings.

"The noodles are ready, come and eat!"

Xiao Tao's voice came from the kitchen, interrupting Theresa's thoughts.

"Why are you still standing there? Eat your noodles."

Strelitzia was still as cheerful and playful as usual.

Theresa stood up, walked to the dining table, picked up her chopsticks, gently picked up a mouthful of noodles, and put it into her mouth.

It tastes good, still the same taste.

I just want to say that the noodles still taste the same.

This is no longer the Dakong Office, and the people are no longer the same as they were back then.

Theresa secretly glanced at Xiaotao. Xiaotao, who covered her eyes, didn't seem as innocent as before, and seemed to have a little more charm.

Hiss... No wonder people always say that covering something up is the greatest sexiness.

Find a chance to coax her again.

Just then, Theresa's arm accidentally knocked over a glass of water on the table.

The cup shook a little, then slid toward the edge of the table and was about to fall to the ground.

Theresa's heart tightened, and she subconsciously reached out to grab it, but found that she was too late.

Fortunately, there is Xiaohe. She doesn't like such a fragmented peace.

However, Strelitzia was concentrating on eating noodles with her head down, and seemed to be completely unaware of what was happening here.

The one that caught the cup is...

Xiaotao caught the cup steadily in her hand.

"Be more careful next time."

She slowly pushed the cup towards the table, then raised her head, slightly raised the corners of her mouth, revealing her white teeth and a faint smile.