The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Theresa lay comfortably on the bed, exuding a lazy air.

Without that oppressive atmosphere, even the air smells good.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes falling on the dark mass lying quietly on her chest.

"Hey, Black Hand."

The originally silent black hand moved slightly, as if signaling Theresa to continue speaking. It was listening carefully.

Aren't infatuation and filth two completely different things? So why can you control these two forces at the same time?

Although both filth and infatuation fire originate from the power of the Goddess of Fire, it seems that no one has ever heard that filth can control fire.

The black hand slowly rose and gently scratched on Theresa's chest, writing stroke by stroke: "Because of my sister~"

"Hmmmm...it's me again~"

When Theresa heard this answer, she couldn't help but roll her eyes and teased him in a deliberately sarcastic tone.

After saying that, she turned her head away in a huff.

From this perspective, everything can be related to oneself, as if as long as it is related to oneself, all unreasonable things can become reasonable.

"We're back."

Familiar footsteps were heard outside the door, and Theresa waved gently.

Signal those who are unwilling to participate to retreat.

"coming."

She slowly opened the door, and was greeted by the figures of Strelitzia and Xiaotao.

Both of them were holding something in their hands, with relaxed smiles on their faces.

"Ah, there are so few things for sale outside now."

As Strelitzia spoke, he casually took out an apple from his pocket, rubbed it on his clothes casually, and took a bite, making a crisp sound.

"Maybe in a few days, there will be more. Xiaohe, you eat apples without washing them!"

There was a hint of reproach in Xiaotao's tone. She turned her head, looked at Theresa, and asked with a smile, "Is there anything you like to eat?"

Theresa took the box of cakes handed to her by Xiaotao, looked down at it, then raised her head again, her eyes wandering between the two of them.

The interaction between them is natural and intimate.

Yes, Xiaotao is just emotional, not crazy.

"I heard that tonight, all the guilds are planning to throw out all their food for a party. The theme is... well, they're just looking for a reason to get together. They've decided to find a large open space."

As he spoke, Strelitzia's eyes casually swept over Theresa and Tao.

When Xiao Tao heard this, a trace of embarrassment flashed across her face. She sighed softly and said helplessly, "Well...but it seems like we don't have anything worth bringing."

When I think of the dire state of the Dakong Office today, the ruins ravaged by war, there is no place to stay.

"Hey hey hey? What are you talking about!"

Strelitzia straightened up suddenly and raised the half-eaten apple into the air. "It's the best thing that we can go!"

She finished the rest of the apple with a few crunching bites, flicked her wrist, and dropped it accurately into the trash can not far away.

"Alright, alright, it's settled! We'll go there on time tonight and relax. Now, after all this time, I need to have a good sleep!"

"Xiao He, really, can't you just be quiet for a while?" Xiao Tao sighed, "Why don't you ask how you feel? Just because she isn't tired doesn't mean you aren't tired."

"fine."

Theresa didn't care, instead she thought this atmosphere was great.

"Xiao Tao~"

"Huh? What's wrong?" Xiao Tao's reaction was very calm, just like usual.

"It's okay~"

As dusk fell, the campfire flickered in the camp, and the guild members who had experienced the fierce battle at the border gathered together.

The firelight illuminated their tired yet slightly comforted faces, and the air was filled with the aroma of food and the spiciness of wine.

Everyone sat around and laughed and talked, occasionally talking about the thrill of past fierce battles, while some people sat alone and looked at the campfire, their eyes full of relief for having survived the disaster.

There might be a missing place for someone between them, but they showed no sadness.

Cry, I've already cried.

Next, even if there is no tomorrow for them, you must take good care of yourself.

Theresa placed one hand gently on her slightly bulging belly and burped contentedly.

"I'm full, I'm full."

This delicious meal not only satisfied her, but also gave Heishou a taste of his own medicine.

"Yawn~"

Just as she squinted her eyes, she suddenly felt a chill in her stomach and shivered.

Theresa opened her eyes suddenly and saw a black hand quietly and firmly lifting her clothes.

"What are you doing!"

Theresa was shocked and annoyed. She lost all her sleepiness in an instant, sat up suddenly, and glared at the black hand in front of her.

Black Hand showed no fear and responded to her with an icy death stare.

Under this cold gaze, Theresa suddenly remembered that she seemed to have promised Black Hand something.

I'm not wearing any clothes to sleep tonight so I can take out my magic wand and necklace.

Thinking of this, Theresa's cheeks flushed slightly, and she said with a hint of pleading in her voice, "I can do it myself... ok?"

Blackhand seemed indifferent to her request and slowly shook his head.

If it had a mouth, it would probably be laughing triumphantly at this moment.

"Slow down! You're... so cold!"

Theresa's voice trembled slightly, and her body trembled slightly at the cold touch.

Her face flushed, and she subconsciously covered her body with her hands, looking at the culprit in front of her shyly and helplessly.

After a moment of stalemate, Theresa reluctantly lowered her hands, her cheeks burning, and turned her head away, no longer looking at the black hand.

Every touch of the black hand made Theresa's body tremble slightly.

"Are you satisfied?"

Theresa felt embarrassed and annoyed, her voice trembling slightly.

He hugged his arms tightly and curled up into a ball, trying to hide his embarrassment at the moment.

If you look closely, you can see tears glistening in the corners of her eyes, tears forced out by embarrassment and shame.

Black Hand looked down at Theresa, exuding a smug aura.

Then, it gently placed it on Theresa's slightly bulging belly and wrote words bit by bit.

Theresa felt the strange touch on her belly, suppressing her shyness as she deciphered the words written in black handwriting: "Sister...sister...will...not...be...good...wait...for...you...to...sleep..."

What do you mean? You mean you can take it out before you go to sleep?

"You fool me!"

Theresa could no longer care about so many things. Anger and shame clouded her mind. She rushed towards the black hand desperately, waving her hands in the air, trying to grab the black hand and wrestle with it.

The room was in chaos...

Just then, Xiao Tao pushed open the door and walked in, holding a plate of fruit in her hand, muttering with a slightly raised corner of her mouth.

"It's great that everyone's the same. Eat some fruit...to help digest...right?"