Chapter 1911 Holy Girl

Not long after, Nor, Alice, Feng Yanran and Andrea also arrived, and naturally there was an introduction and reminiscence between them. Alice ran over and hugged Feiyu, and Sasakichi was also removed from the girls' circle.

Kanai Kotoka ran over and hugged her one by one, and even snuggled up to Alice like a little cat, and once again proposed to marry her.

Alice smiled and agreed to Qinjia's proposal. "When you meet again in reality, you will get your marriage certificate." She also patted Noel on the shoulder, "Did you hear that, you are a piece of wood, you have to take the initiative to find your girlfriend!"

Noel was confused. Xuanshuang also scratched his forehead in confusion. He still didn't believe that the two girls could really get married, so he didn't take this matter much.

What's more, than Alice, he felt that he had more love rivals in the moon world. Qin Jia had always been very popular. Several little boys about the same age as her liked her. But she prefers to play with girls. According to her, it was because she was an only child at home and wanted a sister.

Alice became interested and began to improvise the rules of getting rid of singleness for Norko.

"If you expect n people to have n people in courtship, you should first refuse to drop the previous n/e person and wait for the next person better than these people. If you meet about 30 courtships in total, you should refuse to drop the previous 30/e ≈ 30/2.718 ≈ 11 courtships, and then start with the 12th courtship. Once you find someone better than the previous 11 courtships, accept him decisively."

“Since 1/e is about 37%, this love method is also called the 37% rule.”

Barrage: "I have solo mothers, let alone 30, I have never even encountered a courtier [laughing and cry] [laughing and cry]"

"Who is not [spreading hands]"

"If you can meet more than 30 suitors, they must be very outstanding. They have the capital to carefully select. It is better for someone like us to ask for it [cover your face]."

"The best love is never about securing one's own love, but about standing higher first to see a better scenery. Focus on enhancing personal charm, gaining a happy marriage, and follow the emotional mentor's official account: XXXX. Now you have the opportunity to get one-on-one tutoring by registering."

Baili Ji didn't expect these people to have such a mother-in-law and mother. She hugged this and that. Just as she was helpless, her sleeves were suddenly pulled twice. As soon as she lowered her eyes, she met a innocent little face.

"Brother Bat?" Kanuchi Kotoka got out of the crowd at some point, and was looking at him with a pair of curious eyes wide open, her eyes as clear as a lake under the sunlight. "Can you tell me, why did you call me Angela?"

"Don't say it's because I'm like an angel!" Before he had time to make excuses, she blocked him in time and stretched out two fingers seriously, "I heard it twice!"

If the time when Xuan Shuang blurted out could be explained as accidental, but she remembered clearly that when Baili Ji first appeared in front of her, the name "Angela" was called out.

Within a short moment, I heard the same name twice in a row, and no matter how simple she was, she could still realize some clues.

Barrage: "You are indeed very much like an angel [I am the most beautiful]"

Her little clever look made Bai Li Ji laugh secretly. There was nothing to hide from her in this matter. He pondered for a moment and then spoke slowly:

"Many years ago, there was a beautiful and kind girl who was as beautiful as an angel, and her name was Angela."

"And you are her reincarnation."

Under Qin Jia's ignorant gaze, he raised his hand and smeared in front of him, and the picture automatically appeared in the darkness. This time, unlike the bait memory intentionally released by the illusion, he used his great power to directly simulate the scene to restore. The two of them seemed to have crossed thousands of years of time and space, crossed the long river of time, and landed on the blank corner of this historical scroll. With the dual identities of outsiders and people in the game, they watched this heavy and beautiful time.

Naturally, this memory only showed them both, and the speed of time flow outside has been temporarily blocked by him using the power of the law. When they return, the others present will not know that they have lost some time.

Everything in front of her is completely unfamiliar with Kannai Konoya, but deep in her soul, she has a strange sense of attachment to this vast land. She tried hard to open her eyes and did not want to miss any details.

...

Angela is the daughter of the Count. At the moment of her birth, she was chosen by the Wind Elf King as the heir to the priest. Princess Oviya personally baptized the newborn.

In the temple, the holy spring water caresses the born baby like a mother. Baptism for newborns is a tradition of the elves, and the four elves kings give holiness and glory to their people.

The family she was born in is in the dyeing vat of secular power. The kingdom was separated from church and state, and following Princess Oviya, which was more conducive to her growing up into a qualified priest. Although the priest never married for life, she could take her children and daughters. Angela became the eldest princess's goddaughter and was raised by Oviya. Since she can remember, she has regarded Oviya as her mother.

At the end of the year or on the mainland, Angela, who is a priest's disciple and a church daughter, will fast and recuperate in the Tianqing Pavilion for the eldest princess to pray for the kingdom.

The moonlight was dizzy in the sky, soaking her sky-green robe. The sparse stars cast silver light in the hall. The corridors of one by one winding and twisting, extending to the temple and the palace. The hall was carved with complex and exquisite magic circles, white jade lotus reflected the night sky, and the light curtains were whirled slightly by the wind. The girl in the night had a beautiful face, her long ink hair was tied up with silver ornaments, and her lavender pupils were as bright as a nightingale.

Angela recited the scriptures, wishing the Lord to bless the continent forever and wishing the holy war to end as soon as possible.

Sometimes, she lay on the huge bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night, so she put on her robe and strolled in the corridor, looking for her mother's figure. "Mother..."

The moonlight was dyed on the cold stone steps, and the exquisite murals interpreted ancient legends, and complex ancient characters recorded ancient stories. The long stairs circled in the sky blue pavilion. Angela aimlessly followed the stone steps and pushed open the gate of Ziyang Palace. The blonde woman sat upright, and time seemed to solidify around her.

"Mother." Angela jumped into the woman's arms. In front of the altar, another smart, capable but elegant and luxurious red-haired woman stood up, wearing an ink dragon-patterned palace outfit. The girl was surprised, "Her Majesty the Queen?" Suddenly, a strange warm current surged through her head, and she closed her eyes and slept in the woman's arms.

The blonde woman smiled slightly, and the ivory white cloud-patterned brocade robe set off her elegance and dignity, nodded and bowed: "Sister, go slowly."

Once, Angela, who had just entered the girlhood, went into the mountain with the eldest princess to preside over the festival. On the way, she met an injured Babu dog. It was rare to drizzle in the mountains. Angela jumped out of the carriage, picked it up, and used light element magic to heal it.

Oviya held an umbrella to block the rain for them. Angela caressed the Babu dog sleeping in her arms, raised her head and asked curiously: "Mother, why don't you use magic to drive away the rain?"

"This rain is a tribute from God." Oviya looked into the distance, held Angela's shoulder, and took her back to the carriage. "When the injury heals, release it into the forest."

That was the first time Baili Ji saw Angela.

At that time, he had just encountered a similar embarrassment as when he first entered Tiantan. The curse left by Ye Yunyan was about to break out, and he would be turned into a small bat without combat power. Several powerful enemies used the magical powers of the heaven to calculate his approximate attack time and made sufficient preparations to ambush him in advance. After a bloody battle, although he repelled the enemy, he was seriously injured and fell to a strange plane.

His enemies did not give up looking for him. He didn't even know whether there was any shadow of them manipulating behind the scenes in this plane. However, he had no time to take care of it at that time. He was trapped in the form of a small bat for hundreds of years, and the heavy soul damage made the day of recovery far away. At that time, no one like Feng Boliang would take the initiative to take him in, and he could not even send a signal to his subordinates for help.

While he was recuperating, he hid in a mess. That was probably the most helpless period for him.

Fortunately, the enemy has not been able to find it for a long time, and it seems that he has finally lost his patience and withdraws from this plane one by one. The curse's timeliness is gradually passing, and he can turn into a humanoid action again.

However, he was still weak after recovering from his serious injury and planned to stay in this plane for a while.

On the day he first met Angela, he happened to walk into the mountain and saw a beautiful girl holding a Babble dog, carefully healing her wounds.

The faint elemental light reflected her fair face and was particularly holy. She stared at the summoning beast in her arms so focused, with her eyes full of kindness and softness flashing. The fine raindrops swept around her, covering the quiet mountain forest with a layer of gauze, like smoke and mist. Even the greenest new leaves after washing, or the most lively dewdrops on the leaves, are not as good as the clear luster in her eyes.

At that moment, Baili Ji felt that his heart was hit by some strange warmth.

That was the most beautiful picture he had ever seen, that was the purest girl he had ever seen.

He stared at her for a long time, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes as dark as the abyss for the first time. It was the seeds of goodness that she accidentally sowed into his heart.

Even though time has changed, when he and Qin Jia watched this scene together again, it is still not difficult to see a gentle and nostalgic color from his eyes. It is enough to show that that year and that scene have engraved a memorable mark in his heart.

The girl is named Angela.

This is what Baili Ji learned very quickly.

He was able to use the power of the law and calculate the secrets of heaven. As long as he deliberately read it, a person's past and present life would not be a secret. Perhaps at that time, he had become the person who knew Angela best, except for her, and even better than the godmother Oviya who raised her since childhood.

However, he never appeared directly in front of her.

He liked her very much, and when he first met her, he realized that. For many years, a girl opened her heart and let him experience another kind of emotion besides the pleasure of slaughter.

He thought of taking her away, and he could pull her out of the cold temple, get rid of the fate she was born to be destined, take her to a wider world, and give her a unique life... If he didn't care about her that way, maybe he would really do this.

Yes, I want to have it because of my care, but I dare not touch it easily because of my care. It turns out that caring is such a contradictory feeling.

If she is stripped from the world she is familiar with, she will definitely panic and resist. As long as he thinks that those negative emotions may appear on her face and dust her white wings, he will not be able to take that step.

She is like a flower that blooms so beautifully, but this flower can only obtain nutrients by taking root in the land where she grows. Picking her rashly will only make her wither and wither quickly and lose her unique vitality.

In the end, he gave up this plan and he did not dare to take this risk. Perhaps the only thing he could do was to stand here and stare at her from afar, allowing the little flower to bloom through her flowering period in the most beautiful posture.

For him, her life may be just a short time in the blink of an eye. However, being able to accompany and protect her makes this blink of happiness eternal.

He watched her study history, religion, prayer, and practice magic step by step every day, and prepare for becoming a qualified priest. A very boring life, but her beauty also dyed the boredom with a gentle brilliance.

She is so kind. Every time she encounters a wounded summoning beast, small animal, or even wilted flowers and plants, she will go up to help. Bailiji likes to see her playing with the little animals the most. Maybe she looked the most free and comfortable at that time. She doesn't have to suppress herself with the priest's stereotypes. She can enjoy the fun of life like a simple girl.

One day, Angela rescued another injured little bat.

After using light magic to treat it simply, she also brought it back to the palace for raising it. This is to observe its recovery and if there are any sequelae, it can be dealt with in time.

The little bat is very obedient. Every time she feeds it, it will bury its head and peck her fingers gently, as if expressing gratitude to her.

She prepared a small nest for it, put it in and sleep at night, and gently covered it with a quilt. The little bat would also softly fold its wings and go to bed with peace of mind under her care.

During the day, she would recite scriptures, mantras, read books, and practice magic next to it. The little bat squatted on her shoulders, obediently not making noises or making noises. Angela also liked this little pet very much. She named it "Little Buddian". She basically took it with her whatever she did, and she would only give it to the palace servants for her when she was taking a bath.

Maybe it was getting familiar with each other. I don’t know when the little bat became less "behaved" and began to have its own opinions.

One time, Angela was drawing spells on paper - these were spells and magic circles in the book. She needed to draw them repeatedly by herself first, familiar with its structure. When she was in battle or actually used, she often just recited spells and used magic power to connect the array patterns.

The mantra is also composed of words, and the appearance is somewhat like cuneiform characters, which expresses the pronunciation. Combining them according to certain rules is to express the meaning, and the main thing is to require proficient memory.

Although the magic circle is handsome, the process of laying the foundation is very cumbersome. Even if Angela has a good talent, it is still very difficult to learn. She must understand the profound magic principles bit by bit before she can turn them into her own use.

After finally finishing the work, Angela breathed a sigh of relief, but the little bat suddenly jumped off her shoulder, dipped her paws in ink, and pulled them on the paper.

"Oh, little, you're such a naughty..." Angela hurriedly picked it up. Although she felt sorry for her messy spell, she did not blame it. Instead, she took out a handkerchief and wiped a few small claws for it.

But the little bat tilted his head, as if he was suggesting something. Angela looked at the paper with the spell drawn again at its repeated request.

After all, she has a certain magical foundation. She used to think that the little bat was making trouble and didn't take it seriously. Now, when she looked carefully, she found that the re-smeared spell was not messy, but rather a new structure... that she had never seen before.

Its evolution seems to be more mysterious and mysterious!
Chapter completed!