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Why is this happening? No, that's not right. In fact, you should be mentally prepared. When Galen taught him the crime and punishment, he had already solemnly warned him that unless it was a matter of life and death, he should never use it. It would be worse than a completely violent punishment.

If it's too big, it can range from being deprived of your career and losing strength to, at worst, death.

Yes, my current fate is already considered a light one, is there anything else I am dissatisfied with?

But, why, why is this happening?! Haven't you already used it? Isn't it okay? I didn't abuse the punishment, right? I just used it to purify those resentful souls and for the Holy See Mountain. Why can God do this to me?

Why?

If I lose my strength, what am I? What use am I to?

The tear glands collapsed, and big drops fell down, instantly soaking the hands and soaking the sheets. The only thing that could be controlled was biting the lips tightly, and crying loudly in order to prevent the sound from coming out of the throat.

Ah, I am so embarrassed. I am probably in the most embarrassed state except for the time when I just crossed over and encountered a rotten corpse and was so scared that I pissed my pants. However, I couldn't stop crying. There was a voice in my heart.

Constantly whispering.

Let it go, let it go, throw away everything, the tears accumulated for more than ten years, and... this burden on my body.

Yes, I am a mortal, and I have no virtue or ability to be able to shoulder such a heavy responsibility. Now, it is time, it is time to show my weakness and incompetence, and let everyone understand that I am not worthy of the title of savior at all.

Yes, you should feel relieved and laugh out loud. Then, after losing your power, wouldn’t you be able to live the dreamed life of eating and waiting to die?

Why are you still so unwilling?

Why can't the tears stop?

I……

At this moment, there was a sound of sleep talking next to him, and he saw a little ghost out of the corner of his eye.

No, I can't let the little ghost see my incompetent look. Stop it, tears, you bastard!

I wiped it desperately, but it was still bleeding. I was annoyed, so I slapped myself hard several times, slapped my eyelids with my palms, and poked them hard.

Stop it, bastard, stop it!

"Xiaofan?"

His whole body trembled, and the hands that were tossing on his face slowly slipped down, and met the little ghost's silver eyes as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Little ghost, I...I..." He murmured, not knowing what to say, but there were only tears, which were still flowing down.

I'm so embarrassed. I look like this. I have a featureless face. Now I'm still crying. It's stained with tears and snot, filled with weakness and incompetence.

Even the little ghost who loves him deeply would probably dislike him when he sees himself like this.

No, this may be better. Now I am no longer qualified and have no face to bear the little ghost anymore...

"Hey."

With a hey, the little ghost was knocked down, and immediately his face was buried in a tall, soft place that was extremely familiar to him.

"Xiao Fan, I am a saint." Holding my head, the little ghost said to himself.

"Do you know what a saint is? What does a saint do?"

She tilted her head, as if she was remembering, Hey, who am I? What should I do?

After a moment, she finally remembered. She hugged her arms tighter, her cheeks sunk deeply into the two plump masses of snow-white flesh, and she could hardly breathe.

"By the way, the so-called saint is like this." The little ghost said after moistening his throat.

"Someone does something bad, poof, and makes him repent and regain his conscience."

"When someone fails, give it a crack to cheer it up and regain your confidence."

"Someone is desperate, click a button to give them hope and let them live happily."

"Someone is confused. Give him a sonorous shout to guide him in the direction, so that he can be promoted to the great elder, win wealth and beauty, and reach the pinnacle of life."

"Yes, the so-called saint is such a profession." The little ghost emphasized her tone, as if she was trying to convince me, or herself, that this was it.

What a clanging sound, this little saint, does she consider her profession as a saint?

"So." The little ghost, who didn't blush at all because of what she said, continued, not forgetting to bury my head deep into her deep chest.

"So, I am Xiaofan's only saint now. Xiaofan must not forget this."

Lowering his head, the gentle voice of the little ghost, with moist breath, whispered into his ears.

"So, when Xiaofan does something wrong, when Xiaofan fails, when Xiaofan is desperate, when Xiaofan is confused, I will be by Xiaofan's side, and I will let Xiaofan be there no matter when and where.

Anyone who cheers up, becomes confident, and becomes happy will never fall or lose his way."

"Little ghost..." The dry throat gave out an extremely touching call. I never thought that the little ghost could say such touching and warm words. Only at this time, she seemed like a real woman.

Yes, the loving saint.

"Oh, it's so troublesome to rack your brains to say these words. In short, what this saint means is that if you want to cry, just cry, and I can lend my arms to Xiaofan."

I:"……"

Okay, it seems that I was a little too impressed. As expected, I should still be a little suspicious of this little saint's professional ethics.

Thinking this in my heart, the tears that had gradually stopped due to the little ghost's comfort burst out again.

I hugged the little ghost's waist tightly with my backhand. I opened my mouth, but no word came out. It was as if I was mute. I could only utter partridge-like sounds from my dry lips, tongue and throat.

Choked.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I never thought that I would be so weak when I lost my strength. I let you down and let everyone down. I'm sorry...

"Cry, cry, it doesn't matter if you cry loudly. This saint knows all the embarrassing things about Xiaofan. One more thing is not too much, and one thing less is not too much, so there is no need

Bear with it.”

Damn it, is there anything so comforting?

Then, a soft, quiet tune came to my ears.

Evelina's Redemption is not what the little ghost is best at. It is just a very ordinary, familiar lullaby. However, when hummed by the little ghost's holy voice, it is no less good than Willas's.

Perhaps it was the effect of the lullaby, or maybe I was tired of crying. Gradually, gradually, my eyelids became heavy, and finally, I fell into the soft embrace of the little ghost.

In the small room, the humming of the lullaby continued for a long time.

Gently put down the person in his arms and wiped away the tears on his face. The little ghost's eyes were gentle. After staring at that face for a long time, he left a gentle kiss and his body floated up silently.

Fly towards the door.

The door opened, and the slender figure who had been leaning against the door slid down the open wooden door and sat on his knees, silent tears still flowing.

"I've been eavesdropping." The gentleness on the little ghost's face was gone, and only coldness remained. His tone was not a question, but a tone of affirmation.

"Yes, even if you hide here and eavesdrop, you won't be able to notice it." Vilas murmured, and the pitiful face full of crystal tears lost its color-like gloom.

"I don't have much time to cry." The little ghost floating in the air landed with both feet on the ground and walked downstairs without looking back.

"Alice..." Looking at that slender and decisive figure, Willas's lips trembled slightly.

"Thank you. Only you...only you are by your side can comfort him."

The little ghost proudly held up his chest, his holy and luminous body was slender and straight, and he did his best to get out of the way.

"It goes without saying that I am Xiaofan's saintly lady." After saying that, she took big steps and walked down the stairs without looking back.

In the living room, everyone was still discussing how to deal with it.

"Brother Wu has... temporarily lost his strength. It's better to let him go back to the camp first." Linya's heart was heavy, her eyes were worried, and her heart was in chaos. The first thing that came to her mind was to send her Brother Wu away.

Move to a safer place.

"This is not a good idea." Akara sighed slightly.

"Except for everyone here, I think Wu's current situation must not be known to anyone else. If this news gets out, you should be very clear about the consequences if I don't tell you."

After Akara finished speaking, most of the girls turned pale, thinking of all the possibilities in an instant.

A certain druid was unaware of his status and reputation, but everyone knew very well that after more than ten years of publicity and management by Akara, coupled with everything he did, he had indeed saved many people.

He has benefited many people, so the identity of the savior has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Most people, including adventurers, have long since firmly believed that Akara's wisdom and the power of the savior are both.

Only by combining together can we defeat the Hell Clan.

Now, if the news that the savior loses his power spreads, no one can guarantee what kind of panic it will cause. The only thing that is certain is that the situation will definitely become very, very bad.

For Holy See Mountain, this is even more unacceptable bad news. They are still celebrating loudly outside. A firm cohesion around the savior is growing and becoming stronger. The villagers are also because of the existence of such a powerful savior.

I was finally able to settle down and regard Demon King Village as my true home.

Now, if they were suddenly informed of such news, the contrast from heaven to hell would probably cause not only the villagers, but also the Demon King's army to fall into panic and collapse.

You must know that these people are all elites or geniuses carefully selected in the third world, and the alliance cannot afford to lose any of them.

"The large number of people in the camp makes it easier for rumors and clues to leak out. On the contrary, Holy See Mountain is better. As long as it is in the name of cultivation and experience, no one will suspect it if you don't show your face for a long time. Of course, all this depends on Wu himself.

choose."

Akara analyzed word for word. After the initial extreme panic, she had calmed down. This old man had experienced too many storms, ups and downs, and even worse situations. The current situation was far from making her confused and confused.
To be continued...