The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 698 - 362 [Holy City Spring]_3

That silly Saintess...

Oh right, where did that silly Saintess go...

Regardless, tonight had finally ended, and it was time to go home to heal.

He lowered his gaze from looking into the distance and walked towards the darker area—Lister and Arthur were already waiting in front of the small car at Blood-secreting Ice City. They had sold out all of the Holy Water Tea they had today, waiting to produce the next batch.

These two had completely immersed themselves in the beautiful dreams of "making a fortune." Tonight's turnover was a whopping one hundred thousand Gold Coins. Ice refining was indeed much faster money than making cakes!

"Where's Luojia?" Ansu asked curiously.

"She didn't come." Lister adjusted his glasses, "Did you offend her?"

Arthur nodded, recalling Luojia's exact words, "She angrily said, 'Who would want to see that annoying guy? Even if he dies out there, if he jumps down from here, I wouldn't give him a glance!'"

Miss Luojia didn't come... Ansu could still understand that.

During his time in prison, the effect of the Reversed Pope elapsed, and recalling the hurtful words Ansu had intentionally said, the Little Saintess, with her thin-skinned nature, would surely shy away from seeing Ansu.

This was normal.

Nevertheless, this was still not necessarily a bad thing. As the Radiant Holy Saintess, Luojia's blessing of healing effects were top-notch.

Ansu, covering the wound on his chest, revealed a helpless bitter smile. Actually, from the beginning, he had been overstating his resilience to make a good show. The Smiling Lady's punch he endured was really solid, plus, he also offered half his body's blood to the Chaotic Candle. Ansu now had the pallor of thin snow, his complexion gray-white, and even though he was physically fit like a Saint, he was staggering as he walked.

He had to appear as tough as steel, so that the people would believe in him.

Admittedly, Ansu was a good actor, even deceiving Lister and Arthur.

"Do you know Healing Magic?" Ansu asked.

"No," Lister pushed his glasses, "but I have advanced medical knowledge. It's said that drawing a cross over a wound can heal and cure diseases."

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Where did you get this medieval quackery... Ansu's pale face darkened even more.

"Nonsense," Arthur retorted Lister's suggestion, "To stop the bleeding, you need to burn it. Just use the Sun Flame in my pants, and Brother Su's injuries will heal."

"I'd rather heal naturally," Ansu sighed.

Relying on these two, I must be tired of living.

Just as Ansu was wallowing in self-pity, he felt someone gently tugging at the corner of his clothing.

"Idiot."

"The smell of blood on you is too strong... didn't you notice..."

A soft voice came from behind, delicate as the late spring snow, ready to melt in the balmy sunshine.

"Why didn't you die on stage..."

When Ansu heard the voice behind him, he turned around, only to see a veil of white tulle slowly unfurling beside him, revealing a white gauze dress and deer-skin boots, a belted cocktail dress adorned with complex and exquisite patterns, with snow-white frost-like wrists dangling from the sleeves, slender fingers gently pinching the corner of Ansu's clothes.

Enveloped by the Healing Holy Light, it flowed slowly into Ansu's wound through her fingertips.

Ansu gazed into Luojia Miss's eyes, watching the almost transparent, beautiful pupils. They were very close, their breaths nearly mingling.

"Don't look at me."

The Little Saintess turned her cheek away, her voice as light as a bug chant.

Her snowy eyes trembled lightly with embarrassment and anger, yet she still didn't let go of Ansu's hand, the gentle and bright Holy Light flowing, healing all his wounds.

Under the blessing of the Holy Light, the knife wound on his chest quickly scabbed over, but perhaps because of the scab, his chest felt a little itchy.

"Turn away," Luojia lowered her eyes, whispered softly, turning her cheek.

"Annoying guy."

So, Ansu only saw the Little Saintess's side profile.

Under Awad's starlight, her side face was like the rosaceous twilight.

"Stop looking at me."

Only then, at that moment, did Ansu realize, this was truly the spring of the Holy City.

If the point of view was too high, looking down at the entire Awad Holy City from high above, one might see...