Chapter 366 Ansu: Buhao

——"Who is the lady 'Yage.Silvia' that you called out in your dream last night?"

Buhao.

Anzu felt sweat pouring down his spine.

Although the bed was warm, An Su felt freezing cold.

He secretly glanced at Luo Jia behind him, and saw the little saint lying on her side on the other half of the pillow. Her snow-white hair covered the bed like falling snow, and her white calves were shining brightly. She had kicked off her little leather shoes long ago, and her slender feet in short white socks were curled up, wrapped in An Su's warm quilt.

"Mr. Ansu, please tell me."

There seemed to be no fluctuation in the expression on his face; his snow-white eyes were still as clear as usual, and there was a smile at the corner of his mouth that was both warm and cold.

"Who is that girl?"

The tone was also very calm, as calm as the surface of a lake without ripples.

But Saint Ansu's instinct was reminding him, and every spiritual touch in his soul was warning him that the situation was a bit chaotic.

Faced with this situation, Ansu decided to take the initiative.

As his brain continued to work, Xiaosheng spoke out, his tone righteous: "Why do you assume that Yagosilvia is a girl?"

"Eh?" Luo Jia was confused by An Su's confident question. She blinked in confusion and asked repeatedly: "Hey hey hey?"

Is there any other trick?

"Why do you define the gender of strangers so arbitrarily?" An Su said, "This is very rude, apologize to me now."

It's the opposite of Tian Gang! Is this your skill? Just use it? The smile on Miss Luo Jia's lips was a little stiff. She tried to maintain a calm and indifferent look, "But Ya Ge. Sylvia is a name that only girls can have, right?"

"You are right, but this is the Chaos Theocracy."

Ansu has a strong attitude and a clear position. As a good congressman who always stands on the right side of chaos, Ansu will always defend the correct values. "What right do you have to define that women's names can only be given by women?"

"So what is the gender of Ya Ge Sylvia?" Luo Jia's face was full of black lines.

"It's the gender of the armed dragon." Ansu still spoke without hesitation.

"Speak human language."

Luo Jia didn't want to waste time talking to An Su anymore. She kicked An Su's calf hard in the bed and her tone became unhappy.

"Who is this woman?"

Even Miss Luojia herself didn't realize that there was anger in her voice.

"Why did her name appear in your dream?"

Song of Songs.Silvia.

Miss Luojia had never heard of this name, nor seen a girl with this name. It was as if she popped out of thin air. But such a wild woman who had never been seen before and who fell from the sky suddenly appeared in Ansu's dream last night, and Miss Luojia felt very unhappy.

Maybe it was anger, or maybe not, Luo Jia didn't know how to describe this emotion, just like the unripe green tangerines in summer, tasting a little cold, a little bitter, and a little astringent. Although he knew that the taste of the green tangerines was not yet ripe, he chewed it over and over in his heart.

What a strange feeling. Luo Jia felt like he was no longer himself.

After these short-lived emotions flashed through my heart, they were replaced by calm, very calm unhappiness.

She stared at An Su unhappily, her snow-white eyes seemed to contain ice.

This is bad luck . Ansu feels more and more arrogant.

Miss Enya's life experience is too bizarre and involves many people, and there are still many mysteries. After she sacrificed her memory and past to the unknown, perhaps Ansu is the only one in the world who can remember Miss Enya's real name.

When it comes to gods and fate, there are too many subtleties and dangers involved, and An Su does not intend to involve Miss Luo Jia.

Unless he was absolutely sure, he would not reveal Enya's identity to anyone.

"She's the one I'm looking for." Since he couldn't fool her, he chose to speak directly and tell what he could. "Maybe I saw her in the candlelight, or maybe I dreamed of her - but last night's dream didn't leave any impression in my memory."

".Oh." Luo Jia turned his head away, turned over, and didn't look at An Su, "I won't talk to you anymore."

She threw back the quilt and got out of bed. She stepped on her leather shoes, tapped her heels on the ground, and said angrily, "I won't pray for you anymore. Go find that Yagosilvia and ask her to pray for you."

Could you please not say such outrageous things when you are angry?

I am a young man with hands and feet, and I never ask for help from others.

Ansu's mouth twitched slightly, and he asked tentatively, "Are you angry?"

"No, I haven't." Luo Jia turned his back to him and raised his head.

"That's good." An Su was relieved.

"Hey hey hey."

Luo Jia frowned and looked back at An Su. She waved her hand and said, "According to common sense, shouldn't it be that you keep asking and I keep saying I'm not angry, and then you keep asking again and I keep saying it, and after a few rounds of arguments, I finally say 'I'm just a little angry'? How come we're almost at the stage of 'It's okay'!"

You're leaving me here to fight the boss? Speedrunners always skip classes whenever they can! "Dear Miss Luojia."

An Su raised his eyebrows, and decided to counter the situation. "You are very familiar with the process of quarreling. Have you done it many times with others?"

The best defense is offense: only attack, no defense.

This is the awareness and operation of a top player. Although he is Xiao Chu Nan, he was a master of love games in his previous life - this is not An Su's boast, after all, all soul tours are labeled "love" and "cultivation" by Ershazi, and anything with the love label is a love game.

Luo Jia glanced at An Su, then turned away again, still angry, with the color of sunset painted on her fair face. She said sullenly: - "Because I have simulated this with you many times in my heart."

"The annoying Mr. Ansu."

What a powerful counterattack! What a powerful counterattack! What kind of peerless master is this? What kind of master is this?

An Su's brows jumped again. He said calmly, continuing to attack without defending, "So usually, you only think about how to quarrel with me in your mind. Do you hate me so much?"

"I didn't just imagine a quarrel with you." The little saint was angry. She emphasized the word 'only', "That was only a small part."

"Anything else?" An Su pursued the victory.

"In the past, I simulated many things in my mind." Luo Jia sat on the bed with her back to An Su. The sunlight shone through the blinds, casting the shadow of the sycamore tree on her drooping face. She spoke in a low voice, "It's not just quarreling."

"I also thought about going to church with you for classes. You know, there are beautiful lavender fields on the hills of the monastery. In spring, the purple-blue sea of ​​flowers sways. I also thought about going to see them with you in spring. There are a few new pastry shops in Farol, and I also thought about whether I could go there with you one day to try them. In the past, I also thought about today's scene. In the early morning, we sat side by side in the room like this, and the orange autumn light cast the dark green sycamore trees on our shoulders, and we prayed together - I have imagined it many times."

"But when the imagined scene really appeared in front of me, I was not so happy."

"Mr. Ansu, these are the things I have conceived."

Miss Luo Jia lowered her head and spoke softly. Although she was smiling, her voice was a little stagnant. "Do you know what I am thinking about now? I am becoming more and more greedy and willful. The Goddess of Light taught us to be content."

"It's all your fault, you annoying Mr. Ansu. You made me a bad boy."

"I don't know." Ansu replied.

Xiaochuyi, Xiangxieli, Haitingfengfu.

“I’m thinking.”

The little saint raised her eyes, her clear silver eyes flickering with light, "Will there be a day when I can have the same weight and be able to appear in Mr. Ansu's dream?"

——"Same as Miss Yago Sylvia."

An Su looked at Miss Luo Jia, who was standing in front of the window, her long snow-white hair scattered in the air like cherry blossoms. She said this to herself, her pleated skirt fluttering slightly in the wind, and the light blue curtains were blown into folds like sea waves by the wind.

Still can’t beat him.

As the saying goes, the great elephant has no sound, the great way is simple, and the great ingenuity requires no work. Any technique is insignificant in the face of pure numbers.

"Foolish Saint. Your wish will be in vain."

Ansu sighed softly. He gave up on attacking and not defending. He said, "You will never appear in my dreams. For humans, only lost people and lost things will appear in dreams, echoing from the depths of dreams."

"And now I have you, and I will never lose Miss Lorgar."

Luo Jia turned her head away and stopped talking. Her long eyelashes like rime trembled slightly. After a long while, she sighed softly, "You are cheating again."

"So cunning."

She seemed to be able to hear the sound of her own heartbeat, "You really treat me as the easiest girl in the world to deal with."

"Are you calm?" An Su asked, "The most beautiful girl in the world."

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"Just a little bit less angry," she replied.

"I can't tell you about Yagosilvia because I haven't found out yet." Ansu explained, "But this is the only one."

".Hmm." Luo Jia nodded gently.

"The election will begin tonight. Let's clear this world together, and then return to the real world, go to the church to pray, go to the lavender fields, eat snacks in the cake shop, lie side by side in bed, and if possible, dream about each other in dreams."

"Miss Luo Jia."

"Yeah." Luo Jia nodded.

The autumn atmosphere became more intense, and the world became quieter. They could hear each other's heartbeats. As they stared at each other with navy blue and crystal white eyes, the ivy and red maple leaves outside the window grew wildly, but time seemed to have stopped between them.

Just at this moment, Arthur's carefree and cheering voice came from downstairs.

"Brother An Su, there's a very aggressive black girl downstairs looking for you!"

Fuck you.

Where does this expert come from?

——

The first floor of the shop.

Following the little saint with a cold face, An Su went down the stairs expressionlessly.

But when he took the last step, he inexplicably felt a deeper and purer resentment coming from downstairs.

"Born Ansu, I can kill you ten thousand times and it won't be enough ahh ...

This familiar war cry, the guest turned out to be Mr. Devil, but addressing him as "Mr." was no longer appropriate.

Last night, Mr. Devil was about to die, but it didn’t matter, Ansu saved him.

Healing the pure-blooded demon with holy light——

Even the most cruel and professional pain-teachers could not come up with such a creative and inspiring way of execution in their entire lives. This is the gap between geniuses and ordinary people, and this gap cannot be filled by hard work.

The lifelong and diligent struggle of the followers of suffering cannot compare to the flash of inspiration at birth.

Mr. Devil - or now he can no longer be called 'Mr. Devil'.

Theoretically, holy light can indeed be used to heal demons.

Holy light is the blessing of the goddess, and God loves all living things, so its healing effect is effective for all races.

But theory is just theory after all. The sacred attribute of holy light is inherently in conflict with the dark race. If holy light is used forcibly to heal, in addition to bringing intense pain that goes straight to the origin of the soul, it will also cause irreversible purification to the dark creatures.

After the inversion, the little witch possessed the darkness that blasphemed everything, while before the inversion, the little saint naturally possessed the holy light that purified everything.

The most filthy dark origin of Mr. Devil will be purified by the holy light.

Amidst waves of miserable wails, the charred skin was peeled off by the holy light, and a large amount of holy light was forcibly poured into the origin of the soul, burning and peeling off Mr. Devil's body from the inside out.

The healing power of the Holy Light also began to take effect, and coupled with his super regenerative ability as a sports student, his shattered internal organs began to grow again, and his broken bones regenerated again.

In the end, the holy light purified the most evil part of Mr. Devil's body - his unsheathed magic sword.

"Fuck me. I'm still Chu Nan! I'm still Chu Nan!"

The devil lady was in tears. The pain of carrying a huge debt was nothing compared to the pain in her heart at this moment. As the saying goes, a good sword is forged from a sharpening grind. But although she had sharpened her sword over and over again, it was broken before it could shed blood.

This is the greatest sorrow of the Evil Grinding Clan, they will never be able to sharpen their swords again.

But what made Ms. Emo most desperate and painful was the scene before her.

She watched helplessly as the culprit of all this, Ansu Milton, who was supposed to be Xiao Chunan, came out with the beautiful girl! This was a traitor who betrayed Xiao Chunan's agreement!

This disgusting pair of in-laws actually happen to be my superiors. How unlucky!

Her resentment and anger were so strong that they were about to turn into substance, but the high debts made it hard for her to breathe. Moreover, after being purified by the Holy Light, her rank had been cleared and dropped. The only way she could retaliate was to glare at him.

"Oh, it's the Devil Lady."

As soon as Ansu saw the demon lady, he smiled very kindly. He said to Luojia, "I'll tell you, I won't lie to you. Awad is a magical country, and gender is vague."

He was still wondering who the 'energetic black girl' that Arthur mentioned was, and when he found out it was the devil Lao Da, he instantly felt relieved.

"I was a man one foot, and then I became a woman the next." He breathed a sigh of relief, "I didn't fool anyone."

Damn it, the devil lady is furious, who do you think did this to you?

And Miss Luojia nodded seriously, "What you said makes sense."

She was relatively reassuring as the demon lady posed no threat.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" An Su smiled politely and kindly, "Lao Da."

But the next second, Ansu's smile became subtle.

"Councilor Ansu."

"I'm not the one who came to see you. I'm just responsible for conveying the message."

The demon lady stared at Ansu with a half-smile. She coughed lightly and said solemnly,

"It's [the one] in the tower who wants to see you."

"Before the election begins tonight, I would like to invite you to participate in this afternoon's——"

"【Witch Tea Party】"

(End of this chapter)