The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 700 - 363 "I Still Want You to Take Care of Me for a Lifetime"_2

"Promise me, then I'll let go," insisted An Su.

"You are so unreasonable," Luojia grumbled.

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"Men who were turned upside down were also unreasonable."

"You are plagiarizing the words I've said!" Luojia rolled her eyes prettily. Arguing with this shameless guy, she had never won.

She would have to switch to her Witch form to deal with him.

"Alright," whispered the Little Saintess, trapped and unable to break free, she let the man lead her on. Her cheeks were as rosy as the early cherry blossoms, and the indigo-powdered white infiltrated the spring sky wrapped in pure whiteness. Biting her lip, she conceded, "I'll help you then."

As expected, the easiest girl in the world to deal with... An Su's lips carried a victorious smile.

"I want payment," declared Luojia.

"Name your price," An Su confidently replied, already having Little Luojia well in hand. "Ask for whatever you want."

"You already owe me... Haven't paid back the 150,000 yet. You took over my cake shop."

Luojia turned to look at An Su, then lowered her head again. Her snowy white eyes blinked, "Adding today's medical expenses, you owe me so much more."

"Say whatever you want," An Su appeared generous.

"Then, after returning from here, I want to open a cake shop again. Near the lakeshore, ideally situated with reddish-brown maple forests or purple-blue lavender fields."

"It would be nice by the sea as well. The pale blue sea breeze must be very soothing. Although I've never been to the sea—I've always wanted to go to the sea and open a cake shop there. I also want to buy pretty clothes, enough to last a lifetime, um, and buy delicious pastries, enough to last a lifetime too..."

She thought for a moment, seriously tallying up the things she wanted. After a while, she raised her eyes.

The night had been worn away along with the stars, and the warm white morning sun shone on Luojia's profile, the light of the whole world falling onto Miss Luojia's long white dress. If Enya was the autumn rain in the evening night, then Luojia was the spring morning. All the light, all the flowers, all the brilliance reflected in those crystal-clear eyes, as beautiful as a still painting.

She shook her head slightly and said softly,

"I've thought about it for a long time, and still feel it's more cost-effective for you to take care of me for a lifetime."

"That's what you said after being turned upside down," An Su pointed out, "You can't cheat. Things have to change before and after being turned upside down."

"Always a lifetime with you, you really are always thinking about yourself."

Luojia looked up at An Su. This was the first time she had looked Mr. Demon in the eyes today, her cheeks still tinged with the rosy glow of the sunset.

"But I thought the same before I was turned upside down."

The Little Saintess tilted her head, her long white hair cascading over one shoulder. She illogically continued, "Whether it's the black Luojia or the white Luojia, that's what I'm thinking."

"No, can't I?"

The street wind blew between them, and the ringing of the church mass bells in the sea breeze lingered long enough. The colors of the world seemed to be turned upside down. In the far-off gaze, there was a hint of rose-colored sea, a patch of cerulean sky. The warm spring breeze mixed rose and cerulean again, indistinguishably blending the colors of the world.

An Su had to admit; he couldn't outmaneuver Luojia anymore. This little thing had both the numbers and the mechanisms, and could adapt to various versions.

"You win. It's agreed." An Su chose to surrender, "Can we save the man now?"

But just then, from beneath their feet, came a bleak voice.

"... Don't save me."

Lying on the ground, turned into charred remains and having witnessed the whole ordeal without missing a single detail, Mr. Demon was even more unguarded than An Su.

"Just kill me."

His eyes had lost all luster, without a glint of light, the despair in his heart overwhelming a thousandfold more than death.

Even though his vocal cords had been burned, Mr. Demon managed to let out a wretched scream.

"It's even more painful than killing me, seeing you like this!!"

Where was the promised Little Virgin, where was the promised Little Virgin...

The explosion of the Demigod Candle only destroyed Mr. Demon's physique, but the sight before him utterly shattered Mr. Demon's soul.