Yang Tian followed the direction pointed by the saint and glanced at the sunset in the sky.

is it beautiful?

Of course it's beautiful.

Now the cold fog in Cold Mist City has completely dissipated and no longer blocks the slightest sight.

The brilliant rays of light can also fully reveal her magnificence and beauty.

Of course it's very beautiful.

"Beautiful," Yang Tian nodded.

"Do you like it?" the saint asked.

"I like it," Yang Tian nodded again.

"I like it too," the saint said slowly.

She seemed to have a very gentle and friendly smile on her surface.

But Yang Tian noticed that the more realistic face below showed a more obvious disgust, and there was even a trace of... disgust in his eyes.

It was as if...she was very reluctant to say such words, but was forced to say such words.

But...she is a saint.

Apart from gods, he is the person with the highest status and the most noble status.

In this small cold fog city, who can force her?

Yang Tian was a little confused for a while.

He paused for a moment, without saying anything, and said calmly: "Your Highness, please tell me clearly, what are your instructions for letting me come here?"

The saint turned back, looked at him, and said: "I asked you to come over, I just wanted to have a chat with you."

"Chat?" Yang Tian raised his eyebrows.

"Well, let's chat," the saint nodded, "I have basically confirmed that you are telling the truth, that is, you lifted the cold mist. So I want to get to know you a little bit, and by the way, I want to find out how you lifted the cold mist.

"

While saying these words, the saint's outward face was always loving and smiling gently.

But on the face further down, the eyebrows and eyebrows are becoming more and more wrinkled, and the reluctance shining in the eyes is getting stronger and stronger.

It was like a reluctant little girl who had a dozen knives held to her neck and had to say certain things.

But she is still a very cute girl wearing a little white dress.

Showing such an expression at this moment really makes people feel a little distressed and a little worried.

Yang Tian looked at such a saint and felt a little pitiful for some reason.

But I don’t know how to ask.

So he simply continued to pretend not to see it, and then began to tell the story of how he lifted the cold fog in the Cold Bone Cave.

"I went to the Cold Bone Cave with Elder Pell..." Yang Tian began to tell.

Of course, he concealed and covered up the existence of Rui Yi and the truth about the cold mist released in the Cold Bone Cave.

He described himself as a reckless man who knew nothing but wanted to lift the cold mist with his passion, and then succeeded in lifting the cold mist.

At the same time, the description of his own realm is always described as an ordinary servant of God, and the subsequent part of becoming a god is also omitted.

But even so, the hardship and pain in the whole process is still worth mentioning.

Because it is a real experience, what Yang Tian said is also very detailed and true. People will know that it is something that has really been experienced and cannot be made up casually.

While he was speaking, the saint was listening quietly.

Her outward face was gentle and serious, as if she was listening very carefully and with rapt attention.

But on the more realistic face below, the impatience and annoyance between the brows and eyes are becoming more and more obvious.

From time to time, she would secretly glance at the wall to the side - there was a clock hanging on it.

It is not difficult to see that she is passing the time.

Yang Tian didn't know why she had to stay up for so long.

But I honestly told the disguised version of the story.

"...That's probably it. The cold fog began to dissipate the day I left Cold Bone Cave, and it was almost invisible the next day," Yang Tian had almost finished speaking.

"Oh, that's right," the saint nodded. She secretly glanced at the clock again, and it was almost time.

She slowly took off the crystal bracelet from her hand, feeling that it was almost time to end this boring and despicable plan.

"Your Highness the Saint, I have a question to ask you," Yang Tian said.

"You ask," the saint said as she took the bracelet into her hand.

"Do you...actually don't want to see me?" Yang Tian asked.

"Huh?" The saint was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Yang Tian, ​​"Why do you think so?" "I... have met a lot of girls, so I probably have some innate abilities, such as being able to vaguely sense each other.

"How are you feeling?" Yang Tian made a fuss and said, "But just now I could feel that, Your Highness the Saint, you didn't seem to be..."

You don’t want to hear me talk about these things, and you don’t even want to talk to you. You seem to hate me, or... hate this meeting between us."

The Saint was slightly startled, and a different color of shock finally flashed across her face, which had always been cold and world-weary.

"You are overthinking," the saint shook her head, "I invited you here. If I don't want to see you, why did I invite you?" "I was just about to ask you this question," Yang Tian said seriously.

He said, "Your Majesty, why do you force yourself to meet me? You are actually very unhappy to meet me, or... you are actually very unhappy, right?"

"

The saint suddenly froze.

Especially when I heard the last sentence, my heart suddenly felt like it was poked.

She felt that such a conversation was a bit ridiculous.

Obviously now all he needs to do is smash the crystal bracelet to the ground with a little force.

Everything is over.

This boring conversation will end here. She can go and rest quietly.

But I don’t know why…

This simple question echoed repeatedly in my head.

"You're actually very unhappy, right?"

unhappy?

I am not happy?

It's been a long time since anyone asked me this question.

In other words, how long has it been since no one cared whether I was happy or not?

Anyway, the saint is always smiling and happy, right?

"You are worrying too much," the saint shook her head, "I am a saint and the spokesperson of the gods. How can I be unhappy?"

As she said this, there was a bit of self-mockery on her face, but in those beautiful eyes, the desolation, the pain, and the inextricable struggle were even more obvious.

Yang Tian has always been a very soft-hearted person, especially for such a lovely girl, he can't help but pity her.

Seeing the emotions flashing in her eyes at this moment, he suddenly remembered Ding Ling back then.

This emotion is somewhat similar to the sadness in Ding Ling's eyes back then.

Thinking of this, Yang Tian couldn't bear to stand by and watch. "People will be unhappy. Saints are also people. No matter how noble they are, they are still human." Yang Tian couldn't help but said, "Since you are unhappy, why bother?"
Chapter completed!