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Facing the woman's begging look, Isabel fell into silence.

It's silence, not hesitation.

She was just waiting quietly for the other person's death.

With Isabel's attainments in the field of prophecy, she can accurately estimate the opponent's death date.

She didn't want to deceive this woman, nor did she want her to suffer more pain before she died.

So silence is the best way to deal with it.

"You will save her, right?"

"She is innocent."

The woman half buried in the ruins was still begging for help, her pale lips were trembling violently, and her vitality was disappearing little by little.

"you will……"

The woman said foolishly.

three.

two.

one.

Isabel counted down the seconds in her heart indifferently.

Just as she predicted, the woman in front of her breathed her last breath. Her pupils quickly dilated and her body became stiff, but her originally weak and slender hands still held the baby stubbornly high.

Isabel calmly took the baby from the other person's hand.

The baby turned over.

He turned around and smiled at her.

As if she felt threatened, the baby girl began to shake her body violently and uneasily. She bit a few of her fingers and uttered unconscious murmurs.

The baby's behavior did not affect Isabel's determination.

Without any hesitation, she decided to take action.

But at this moment.

She suddenly felt two piercing eyes focused on her back.

Isabel turned around, only to find that above the ruins, the ghost who had just lost her mother was looking at her with dull eyes.

Standing next to her was a middle-aged man with a weathered face, who seemed to be her husband.

The ghosts of the couple just stood on the ruins, staring blankly at Isabel.

"Please, please don't..."

The woman's ghost made a trembling voice. Every time she said a word, her spirit body would be weakened, but she still begged hard:

"If you don't want to take her in, give her to someone else, even if you put her on the ruins, please, please..."

Her husband also began to plead.

Isabel's expression was indifferent, her gaze penetrated the two ghosts, and there was a trace of vigilance in her eyes.

Just at this moment.

A gentle voice sounded from the other side:

"Perhaps you can leave this girl to me."

The other side of the ruins.

A man covered in a jet black cloak slowly walked out of the mist. He was holding a green lantern in his hand and a huge scythe on his back.

"She is only a fraction of the girl in pain, and she may not become a girl in pain in the future."

"Even if she awakens the memory of being a girl in pain in her previous life when she grows up, she may not necessarily follow the same path as before."

"Leave her to me and I can guarantee that everything is under control."

Fan Zijue said sincerely.

Isabel looked at him thoughtfully:

"Is there a deal between you?"

Fan Zijue shook his head:

"No, I never ask about human affairs. Now I just happened to pass by."

"Too many deaths have occurred in this city. I must come here personally to maintain the continuity of the River Styx, and by the way, give something to your students."

"He did me a favor before. I promised to give him a copy of the slate of Maibaron, the second son of Death."

Isabel said simply:

"Then you can get out."

Fan Zijue bowed slightly:

"Okay ma'am."

After saying that, he turned around and left gracefully, and his figure quickly disappeared into the mist.

By the way.

He also took away the ghosts of the baby girl's parents.

All obstacles have been cleared.

The ruins suddenly became quiet.

However, Isabel did not kill the baby girl immediately, a thoughtful look appeared on her face.

The next second.

She walked through the streets of Cross City with her baby girl in her arms.

The meteor shower is still falling.

Because of the Soul Burning Day, Cross City's protective shield has been extensively damaged, a large amount of fire rain fell, and the entire city was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

Fortunately, thanks to the efforts of the druids, most people have moved to the underground caves in the north, so the actual number of casualties has been greatly reduced.

However, many lives were still lost for no reason in this ensuing disaster.

Isabel is walking on the street holding her baby girl.

At a glance, there are corpses scattered everywhere.

Her gray eyes shone with the brilliance of arcane magic, and with the blessing of magical spells, she could easily see through the disguises of the gods.

Just when this chaotic meteor shower fell.

This city has a lot more divinity.

Damsel of Pain is just one of them.

There are more gods from Tianlun Palace who have successfully bypassed the restrictions of the permanent barrier and come to the human world through various reincarnation methods.

"Angels are really just cannon fodder."

"These people have actually developed a method hidden in the core of the meteorite. Compared with the methods used hundreds of years ago, they can indeed be regarded as innovative."

Isabel murmured to herself.

The baby in her arms struggled uneasily, then curled up peacefully.

She could see a trace of confusion and hesitation flashing in Isabel's eyes.

But now she is about to lose the last spirituality before reincarnation.

The baby girl glanced at the surrounding scenery with some nostalgia, and then her eyes became completely blank.

"Wow--!"

Loud cries echoed in the street.

Isabel frowned.

Of course she knew that this was a sign of successful reincarnation. From then on, the consciousness of the painful girl would sleep in the baby girl for more than ten years.

Until some day in the future.

She will have the opportunity to awaken and embark on the road to regain her past memories and strength.

Fan Zijue is right.

If she is controlled, she may not really transform into a damsel in pain.

But.

She is not the only one who has come to this city.
To be continued...