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Faced with such a situation, Qian Su naturally did not think of taking it for herself. Just kidding, even if she used the souls of gods and fairies to cultivate it, it would inevitably fail. Her goal was to use the power of this divine flower to improve her cultivation. Staring at the indifferent "saint", Qian Su could not help but sigh - she could clearly sense that in order to cultivate Qihua, the saint's soul had become extremely fragile.

Once their eyes met, Qian Su seemed to have an intuition of being "seen through". It was as if the other party, through the cat-shaped body, directly touched the breath of her own hidden behind.

"Bring the black cat here." The saint put down the book, her tone as calm as water.

The level of this address technique is almost the same as theirs.

Qian Su's heart tightened suddenly, and she was subconsciously furious. Just as she was about to calm down, she saw the Saint raise her finger and point, and a beam of vigorous energy directly enveloped her body. This beam of light had only positive effects on Qian Su, not negative ones. So, she used the soul essence contained in that energy to strengthen her own divine power core. Linda was already holding the black cat in front of the Saint.

The cat felt the warmth of the saint's fingers and seemed to be more peaceful. "Are you trapped? Maybe I can help you." She asked softly.

When talking about helping others, her calm eyes shone with hope, just like a life that rekindled its inner flame. It goes without saying that she loves to give, as if her existence is driven by this kindness. This way of expression really puzzled Qian Su - if it were her, if she encountered an alien creature, she would not help it as quickly as she did before judging its nature. Not to mention, the repeated use of divine flowers and trees to weaken her soul caused several fine lines on her neck - this was already what Qian Su could see.

After thinking for a while, Qian Su decided to stay. After all, there seemed to be no disadvantage at the moment. She raised her head and tried to turn her sight away from the saint's chest - that was another secret area that required time and wisdom to explore.

She is a person! Not a piece of wood! The sparks that can burn wood must not touch her! This is simply an insult to humanity!

As if traveling in a dream, Yang Xiao was immersed in a wonderful baptism of wood. Every inch of her muscle seemed to be immersed in this mysterious energy, making her involuntarily want to roll around comfortably and stretchingly.

The sacred sound was like the wind in the forest, washing away his fatigue and distracting thoughts. The value of this wood and fire ceremony is far beyond the reach of even the richest gold mine. May the good man live a happy and healthy life!

Yang Xiao's keen perception has allowed him to see into the core of this leader. The miracles of this ruler are all transmitted through this woman. With great compassion and self-sacrifice, she treats every person who seeks medical treatment without reservation, and even when fighting with the servants of God, she seems to adhere to the principle of "healing first, then fighting".

Could it be that he has been helping others from the beginning, and this is the personality set by the person who created her? This possibility is indeed not unreasonable; after all, among his classmates, there is a character who is always happy to give complex mechanical devices extraordinary personalities; such as cross-dressing experts, foodies, and even female characters with abnormally strong powers... It is all-encompassing, each with its own merits.

However, this great energy was ruthlessly exploited by a group of God's servants. Obviously, the purpose of their creation of this belief system was just to better exploit this woman to serve their own purposes.

Yang Xiao felt a heavy sense of regret - why didn't such a precious ability fall into my hands?

This strong emotion almost made his heart burst out with angry calls. Suddenly, a soft and warm palm caressed him, as if touching the most precious wood, and every touch could inspire inner peace and tranquility.

Only then did he realize that his body unconsciously revealed a relaxed side, as if this unintentional movement revealed his inner thoughts.

The leader still maintained a wooden expression, but she did not stop the ongoing action in her hands - she was obviously immersed in the "pleasure of burning charcoal" and couldn't extricate herself.

There were footsteps outside the house, and it turned out to be the figure of a servant of God.

With a respectful attitude and a hint of perfunctory, he said: "I ask the Saint to wait patiently and save one person. If we can successfully save one person, no one will stop us from imparting the truth in the future."

His attitude was more of a mandatory command than a plea; perhaps he had complete faith in the saint's influence, and no matter how his words changed, they would not change the saint's determination.

This emotion made Yang Xiao feel very uncomfortable, perhaps because his soul had been infected by the attached wood and he had developed a certain degree of "caress addiction".

He reached out and touched the object in front of him, and the wooden branch was easily split into several parts, just like the first gust of autumn wind tearing apart fallen leaves.

Yang Xiao was stunned: "Hey, why are wood flowers so brittle?"

At this moment, Ram almost lost all rational thinking, leaving only endless anger and frustration. Seeing the tragic scene of his treasure being destroyed by a cat, even the messenger of God was shocked.

They had tried to secretly take the power of this miracle for their own use, but in the end, they found that only the branches and leaves in the hands of the saint could play the greatest role, so they were carefully preserved. However, today, in this dream, a cruel nightmare, under his sight, the treasure was trampled and played with by the cat unscrupulously - it actually destroyed the supreme gift bestowed by the saint!

Fear, anger, and disbelief mixed together, making the eyes of the envoy red like flames. He seemed to have witnessed the process of a gorgeous dream being shattered, just like the treasures in the vault instantly turned into debris scattered in the wind, and the desire for power burst like foam on the sea. His mind almost collapsed due to these extreme emotions, and he kept shouting in his mind, this is absolutely not true!

Even though he rubbed his eyes to try to get rid of this ridiculous scene, the branches and leaves were still shattered, and the original luster seemed much dimmer, as if the whole world had become dim.

The rage overwhelmed his mind, and the voice of the angel gradually became crazy and desperate, "Damn cat!" His whole body was tense, ready to pounce on the criminal cat regardless of everything. He wanted more than just to strangle the animal to death. He longed for revenge, to make every piece of the creature pay the price, to use the hottest iron plate to burn the cat's feet, so that this unreasonable behavior would leave a permanent mark.

At this moment, in this tense situation, Qin Su attacked the cat with a fatal blow. She used her amazing strength to scratch the envoy of God and made him cry out in pain. By observing the ** arrogance surrounding him, Qin Su understood that the envoy of God's previous behavior was unusual, and she had not yet begun to impose the punishment that the evildoer deserved.

For an ordinary cat, it would be impossible to resist such a powerful messenger of God. However, the protagonist Qin Su was different. The powerful force surging in his body easily turned his claws into sharp weapons, making every attack enough to make the messenger of God scream miserably.

Every swing leaves a deep mark.

This sudden incident made Linda stunned for a moment. She quickly reacted and wanted to intervene to resolve the dispute between the two. The messenger of God was already in a state of anger, and this time he turned around and attacked her. Qin Su immediately stopped Ram's hand after realizing the critical situation. At this time, the damage had far exceeded the scope of a simple fight. The flesh was exposed, and the bones underneath were faintly visible.

After the treatment, the envoy seemed to have a chance to breathe. Qin Su wanted to lick her paw reflexively. But at the moment when it was about to touch her skin, her rationality prevailed again. After all, as a human being, keeping oneself clean is a must and necessary principle. Besides, who knows whether there are bacteria hidden in Ram's body in this world full of evil deeds? Wouldn't it be dirty if she licked it?

The voice of the envoy of God at this moment was even more grief-stricken, and the hostility towards Qin Su seemed to be deep in his bones, and there seemed to be a blazing fire in his eyes. While the saint remained calm, the hope in Ram's heart seemed to be ignited little by little. Although she only said in a tough tone: "We only have one last gift left to use, so I can only choose to heal only one person."

The divine power continued to grow in the fine cracks on her neck. Behind those tiny traces, there was only the panic she revealed as she faced the ruthless erosion of time alone.

This shocked Ram, and his body was shaking. The previous violent attack, whether it was talking or moving, had touched his old wounds. If the saint could not help him, then his future would probably be doomed to be a painful journey.

All of this was just an unexpected dream, an irreversible mistake, and a reality that was hard to accept. In this moment of struggle, the power of God became the only lifeline, and the treasure revealed all his weaknesses and unbearableness invisibly. Between dreams and reality, only the brilliance of faith may be the real source of salvation.

However, if this ultimate fruit is used to heal its wounds, all the nobles in the palace will die, and we, the Lord, will have no power to stop the raging flames.

Therefore, it is said that the Holy Goddess has come to the rescue of the rulers of the outer court.