Orchid Weisser Dustfire was conceived in an incubator.

Her biological parents are both ordinary people, but her maternal grandfather is a magician, so her mother received a good education since childhood and has a high level of cultural knowledge, but she is not proficient in any field and none of her skills can enter the field of magicians.

Although the Fire Temple still has the family as the basic social unit, the closer one gets to Dafa, the more devout one becomes in faith, and the narrower the space left for other emotions in one's heart. Ordinary people at the bottom of society, who are only responsible for production labor, can breed sincere family affection; while nuns and knights almost devote themselves to Dafa, and their children are basically handed over to the unified care of the temple, and the parent-child relationship is almost severed.

Although Weisser's mother was an ordinary person, she was successfully appointed as a nun in the temple because of her high level of knowledge and her grandfather was a magician, which was basically the best treatment a mortal could get. She had a child named Weisser, which had nothing to do with love, but her genes were highly compatible with another knight, so she gave up her genetic factors and used the incubator to breed the next generation - she never met Weisser's blood father from beginning to end.

It was normal for her to have no feelings for Weisser, but Weisser had seen her almost every day since she was old enough to understand. She would only let Weisser call her by her name: Wei-O-Nai, with the tip of her tongue first against her lower jaw, moving upwards, and then gently against her teeth for the third time, Wei-O-Nai.

This was the first phrase Weisser learned.

The name Youlan Weisser was also given to her by Weisser. During Weisser's childhood, Weisser occasionally brought her food and took her out to play, but more often she introduced her to the world.

The Silver Lamp Saint’s intellectual enlightenment began with a bedtime story every night.

At that time, little Weisser was not fierce, on the contrary, she was a little dumb. She would not say anything when bullied by other children, but would just hide in a corner and cry. But the dumbest time for her was when Vione took her to the shopping center under the jurisdiction of the Temple. Vione picked out a very nice children's clothing, and seeing that Weisser was also five years old, she encouraged her to go into the fitting room to change clothes by herself.

As a result, less than a minute later, Vione heard crying coming from the fitting room. When she went in, she saw little Weisser putting her clothes on her head, dressing in a mess. She tripped and fell to the ground crying, which was so stupid that Vione couldn't help laughing.

When she helped little Weiser change her clothes, she was still sniffling and shedding big tears: "Yes, I'm sorry, I can't find that, that hole..."

"Why are you saying sorry to me?" Wei Ounay said with a smile, "Didn't I teach you to find the cuffs first before putting them on? Don't be so anxious next time. Just take your time to put them on."

"I'm afraid," Little Weisser lowered her head, "I'm afraid you won't wait for me."

Vione held little Weisser's face in her hands and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her thumbs.

"If I don't wait for you, I won't be there no matter how fast you get dressed." Wei Ounay rubbed little Wei Se's head and said to her who was confused, "If I wait for you, I will be there even if it gets dark."

"So, don't be anxious, take your time, we will wait for you."

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Snap! Shua! Clank!

In the ruins at the bottom level, the two men moved as fast as thunder and flowing water, their swords swept through the air, their fists and claws attacked fiercely, and they clashed several times in one second, like a storm facing thunder and fire from the sky and the earth, the battle was so fierce that it seemed as if both of them wanted to kill each other!

However, a closer look revealed that neither of the two Saint Domain magicians had raised their Saint Domains, and they did not incur any new injuries in the intense fight, as their movements were perfectly coordinated. Rather than saying they were acting, it would be better to say that this was an alternative way of communication.

He is waiting for me.

Weisser caught the sword in mid-air and slashed and thrusted it down casually, but Ash seized the opportunity to grab her wrist, and she almost actively stuffed the hilt back into his hand.

He obviously doesn't know the truth yet.

Weisser leaned into his arms, grabbed his wrist with her left hand, and pressed her right arm against his neck. This move was to suppress the enemy by applying pressure to the throat, but Weisser's right arm was just against Ash's throat, not to mention causing pressure, it could even be considered a gentle rubbing.

She stared at Ash with eyes wide open, not disguising the smile on her face, her lips slightly curled up, revealing a triumphant smile. Even though Ash remained expressionless and swung his sword back like an enemy, Weisser was not angry at all and continued to play this fighting game with him.

In his eyes, I was still the sinister and treacherous Yin Deng who had killed countless people, committed many evil deeds, and was still his enemy. We still had irreconcilable conflicts, and his companions were still chasing me relentlessly.

But he was still willing to wait for me.

He didn't even know what to wait for.

Compared to the fact that Ash understood and supported her only after knowing the truth, this scene made Weisser happier now. All the grievances and bitterness that had just emerged were swept away, leaving only sweet bubbles, which exploded one after another in her heart and turned into a rain of fireworks.

Weisser knew Ash's character very well. Although it had nothing to do with good qualities such as integrity, honesty, and perseverance, he hated evil from the bottom of his heart. To the point that he was the type of person who would feel guilty for a long time if he did the slightest bit of bad.

That is, they could only coexist peacefully in the closed environment of the Divine Fire Trial and under the threat of Fang Yuanchan's death. Even so, only when the two were about to die would he put aside his grudges and principles to appease Weisser, but at that time, he was probably feeling more pity and sympathy.

That's why Weisser was so happy.

It turns out that she is not alone, and there are people who will continue to wait for her even after dark. She never hides that she is a bad woman, so what she likes most is to make the person she likes willing to break his principles for her, even if it is just out of gratitude for sharing life and death.

Weisser was now satisfied and didn't want to continue to hide it. She knew that as long as she confessed, Ash would definitely stop and listen to her defense, and then find the last piece of the puzzle, and then Ash would understand her, support her, and even regret wronging her.

Weisser was a little angry just now, but now she is no longer angry. However, she is not in a hurry. This battle that seems like a game has special meaning to her. She wants to enjoy this tenderness that belongs to the two of them for a while longer.

Click.

It could be that she was daydreaming, or that her physical strength was declining, but it was more likely that she was slacking off—Weiser’s heel stepped on a stone, and her body lost balance and she almost fell.

At the same time, the sharp sword edge swept across the sky, aiming at her throat.

But Weisser wasn't worried at all. She even turned to look at Ash, hoping that he would show a panicked expression.

Squeak.

Drops of silver blood floated in the air, condensed in time.

Weisser spread her wings and retreated quickly like a loon, luckily avoiding the sword. Although the sword just now slowed down at the end, it still cut her throat.

But Weisser didn't care about this minor injury. She stared blankly at Ash's expression.

She saw Ash biting his lip, his right hand tightly grasping the long sword, veins popping out, his face twisted, his eyes full of sadness, anger, and guilt, these heterogeneous negative emotions rolled and invaded each other, refining into a rusty and jagged dagger. But Ash did not point the dagger at her, but at himself, tearing open his chest, breaking his flesh, and sawing his bones.

She wasn't the only one injured.

She wasn't the only one suffering.

The reason she was so happy was because Ash was willing to go against his principles for her.

And this is also the source of Ling Chi Yaxiu's pain.

Suddenly, the voice of the necromancer and the sound of wind came from the sky: "Ash, I'm here to help you!"

"good."

Ash only replied with one word and continued swinging his sword.

Only this time, it wasn't the gentleness that Weisser was familiar with.