The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Chapter 342 Wind

Xiaotao's condition was so bad that it was heartbreaking. In just one afternoon, she fainted on the bed again and again.

This is undoubtedly a serious nutritional deficiency, and drinking blood alone is not enough to sustain it.

Time passes quietly, and before we know it, night is about to fall.

Theresa subconsciously looked out the window. The afterglow of the setting sun poured down, dyeing everything in the world a warm orange.

Such scenery may make people feel warm and beautiful on ordinary days.

But at this moment, in Theresa's eyes, it was like a layer of false sugar coating, unable to cover up the heaviness and anxiety in her heart.

She stood quietly in front of the window, as if she had finally broken through the many obstacles in her heart and made up her mind. She slowly turned around and took a deep look at the sleeping Xiaotao.

Large patches of fiery clouds spread out wantonly on the horizon, like torn silk, presenting a breathtaking and poignant beauty.

All this light and shadow poured unreservedly onto the girl's white hair, reflecting this depressing and gloomy world, adding a bit of sadness.

Hunting for attention...to capture the eyeballs.

She never imagined that she would be so eagerly looking forward to the appearance of those mysterious crazy flames.

Theresa walked alone, slowly leaving this quiet yet helpless town with heavy steps, heading towards Tianyuan.

Along the way, only her lonely figure was stretched out by the setting sun.

When she arrived at Tianyuan, the vast grassland stretched as far as the eye could see. She stood there, her eyes full of helplessness.

She didn't know how to find Chihuo. After all, it was Chihuo who always took the initiative to find her.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

Theresa had no intention of appreciating the beautiful scenery. She was looking forward to the arrival of the crazy fire. Only their appearance might be a glimmer of hope to save Xiaotao.

By the way...how long have I been here?

It seems that he didn't say when he would go back.

As for the answer, I already know it.

Why don't you want to leave here?

Theresa simply lay on the grass, stretching out her palms towards the slowly setting sun.

Take a nap.

Maybe if I relax, they will dare to attack me.

Black Hand, call me if anything happens.

......

"Huhuhu——!"

Night fell over the boundless plains. Everything was silent except for the whistling of the wind.

There was a figure that looked particularly small in the night, and the strong wind pulled at his tattered clothes, making them rustle.

He hunched his back slightly, clutching the corner of his clothes tightly with one hand and covering his forehead with the other hand, trying to block the wind and sand blowing in his face.

There was only a pair of red eyes, flashing red in the night.

"The wind tonight is really weird. It feels like it's pushing me to walk."

In fact, he did not choose to travel at night on a whim.

Since morning, there has been a voice in his heart urging him, an indescribable premonition.

Perhaps... this is the guidance of their great god.

Could it be that I am the chosen one?

"Damn it, stop bragging! I'll just take another route, okay?"

Feeling annoyed, he simply changed direction and plunged into the plain.

Oddly enough, after taking a few steps, the strong wind actually died down a little, no longer as fierce as before.

In the hazy night, a slender black shadow seemed to be twisting in the grass.

"Is that a snake?"

As the moonlight approached, a figure slowly rose from the grass.

Jack was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth curled up, and a barely perceptible cunning flashed in his eyes: "It's a human? In the middle of nowhere, isn't this delivered to my door?"

At this moment, the figure on the grass also noticed Jack's presence. The person slowly opened his eyes, and two dazzling golden lights shot out through the night.

The figure also seemed to narrow his eyes and stared at Jack from a distance.

I saw a flash of golden light, followed by a sharp pain in my neck.

In this brief yet long moment, his vision dropped sharply and he could only see his body gradually moving away and the dazzling light.

Theresa stood in the silence, yawned deeply, rubbed her sore eyes with her hands, and muttered to herself, "It's getting dark."

It's been so long, why is it that someone is just getting angry now?

Theresa said she didn't want to touch Chihuo's head, so she asked Black Hand to help lift Chihuo's head steadily.

Then, what to do?

Just burn it with fire, right?

Theresa did it right away, her body trembling slightly as she began to dye her hair lightly.

The flames crawled along her body to the tentacles, and with a slight wave of the tentacles, the flames quickly enveloped the fire-crazed head.

The blazing fire flickered in the darkness, illuminating Theresa's face.

The jumping flames were like the candlelight in a lantern, swaying unsteadily, dispelling some of the darkness around.

In this night, it looks a bit like holding a lantern.

This metaphor is too hellish.

It should be about right. This is my first time and I have no experience.

Theresa frowned slightly and looked at the pile of ashes in front of her with disgust.

As his fingers moved, a layer of fine dust rose up and danced in the moonlight.

He deftly took out two round balls from the ashes and examined them carefully in the watery moonlight.

It has a unique texture, a bit like rubber, soft and elastic, but with a hint of indescribable roughness.

At the same time, a strange smell entered her nostrils. The smell was a bit pungent, mixed with a smell of decay, which made her wrinkle her nose.

There's no feeling of addiction?

You should know that she also possesses the power of crazy fire.

But in fact, she had no interest in it.

"Are you interested?"

Black Hand shook his whole body, as if silently indicating that he was not interested in this thing either.

Seeing this, Theresa shrugged lightly.

By the way, when she was sleeping, there was a strong wind and the surroundings were in a mess.

Forget it, forget it. At least I have it. I have to go back quickly.

On the plains after Theresa left, a strong wind blew again, gently brushing across the grass and blowing away the ashes completely.

Although the office before her was no longer what she remembered, a familiar inertia still made Theresa subconsciously say, "I'm back."

The voice echoed in the empty room, but no one responded, only dead silence.

Strelitzia still not at home?

Xiaotao lay quietly on the bed, and Theresa's eyes fell on the small table beside the bed.

There was an empty cup there. It was the one she prepared for Xiaotao. The water mixed with her own blood had now been drunk up.

Next words...

Theresa looked at the two eyeballs in her palms, which exuded a charming color.

Xiaotao, who was sleeping on the bed, also moved slightly.