The invincible wife of Fenglin City

Chapter 274 Puppet Art! (1)
"Oh." The saint leaned lazily on the window sill and waved her hand casually. "Tomorrow there will be a dance to worship the gods. I have to prepare well. We can talk about blessings another day."

The saint is not very happy, blessing is very labor-intensive, at least she doesn't want to do it today.Besides, she is a foreign guest, not from Anxi Village. She is the saint of Anxi, so there is no need to do anything for outsiders.

An'an continued to speak with a smile that was not a smile: "Saint, this sister will only stay for three days, so I can't wait any longer, so I will trouble the saint to bless her today."

Isn't this forcing her?

The saint was angry at the moment, and said to An An: "An An, although you are the grandson of the elder, you have the blood of the ancestor witch, and you are the future patriarch, but you are not qualified to ask me anything! Don't forget, I am the only saint !"

An An sneered, didn't she?Holy Maiden, after today you will not be.

"What's your expression?" The saint was irritated. For some reason, her mood was extremely unstable today, as if something was about to happen, so she just wanted to drive An An and this girl away.

The girl's face was somewhat similar to hers, and she was extremely uncomfortable looking at it.No woman wants to see a face exactly like her own!
"Saint. You are always like this, follow your own mind—" An An approached the saint again, her small body was much lower than the saint, but standing in front of her, there was a strange condescension momentum.

"I am a saint." The saint raised her chin and quietly stated this fact.

"Yes, there is nothing wrong with you being a saint. But you also need to know my identity. I have the blood of the ancestors and witches. I am the future patriarch, and I am your future husband." An An showed her white teeth and looked at her proudly. Holy Maiden, "So you must listen to me."

The saint seemed to have heard something funny, and shook her head again and again: "Listen to you? Are you the patriarch now, are you my husband now? It's so funny! At least I'm a saint now, and my status is much higher than You, you have no right to talk to me like that."

The saint felt that her attitude was normal, but a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.

That's right, saintesses have always been married to the patriarch, no matter whether the patriarch is an octogenarian or a three-year-old child, the destination of the saint can only be the patriarch, but the two are destined not to love each other.Because the saint and the patriarch have always been opposites, they are enemies, not husband and wife.

"Are you not qualified? What if you are no longer a saint?" An An smiled, approached the saint again, and shook her head, "Saint, you are really disobedient."

Not a saint?

What a joke, this is simply impossible!

The saint was forced to take a few steps back, with disbelief on her face, she shook her head again and again: "How is that possible! Unless the saint loses her virginity, the saint will always be a noble saint!"

"Yeah, you've lost your virginity." An An had a pure smile on her face, and pointed at Xing Jiajia, "The elders know about it, but family ugliness must not be exposed. Tomorrow is the sacrificial dance again. I can't live without the saint. In order to protect The honor of the saint, you know what the elders will do."

a bolt from the blue!

How could this be?
The saint doesn't understand, she can't digest so much content at once, what is the elder knowing that she has lost her virginity, what is called tomorrow's sacrificial dance, she can't go to it, she is still an innocent daughter, she knows everything have never done it!

"No, I'm a saint! A pure saint!" The saint raised her chin proudly and announced to An'an.

"No, you're not." An An looked at the saint sympathetically, "Don't you understand?"

This is impossible!

The saint of Anxi Village can only be herself!Only you have the blood of the ancestral witch, and you are the only one who is qualified to dance the sacrificial dance!
"Understand what?" The saint looked at An An with extremely cold eyes, "An An, even if you are the successor patriarch, slandering the saint and blaspheming the saint are serious crimes, the ancestor witch will not let you go, and God will not let you go of!"

An An suddenly laughed, laughing very happily and heartily!
This smile made the Saintess and Xing Jiajia feel strange. How could such an insolent and complacent smile belong to a five-year-old child?

"Zu Wu will not let me go, saint, first of all, I will not let you go!" An An pushed the saint to the corner, her eyes were indifferent, "do you need me to make it clearer? You can't help but not cooperate today. I didn't intend to go back empty-handed when I came up, and I told you well that I hope you will cooperate. Who knows that you won't cooperate at all, so don't blame me for not being sympathetic."

There is no way for the saint to retreat. She never thought that An An, who was only five years old, would say such words and bring such news. She stared at An An's eyes, as if she wanted to see something in his eyes. Suddenly she exclaimed: "Puppet art!"

Puppet art?

Xing Jiajia was shocked, isn't this the forbidden technique that An An plans to use on herself?
"As expected of the smartest saint in history, she can even see the puppet technique." An An showed an extremely weird smile, "Unfortunately, it's too late."

The saint couldn't believe her eyes, she never thought that An An would use puppetry on herself!No, no, how did he know about puppetry at such a young age?This is Anxi's secret technique, and using the puppet technique will transform the soul, the performer must be extremely talented!

Therefore, the person in An An's body must not be An An, but someone else, that person who performed the spell!
"Who the hell are you?" The saint stared into An An's eyes, no longer treating him as a child.

Hehe, who is it?
I don't know her anymore after changing her face, but my soul will never forget Anxi, and my soul will never forget the saint!
"You really don't remember me? Holy lady, I want to marry you, and I will be with you even if I die!" An An suddenly spit out these two sentences.

Five thunders hit the top!

The face of the saint was as pale as paper!

How could it be him?
The saint retreated in panic, but there was no way to retreat. If she retreated, she could only jump from a high window. Scars appeared on her proud face. She instinctively covered her face and cried: "It's you!" ,It's you--"

"It's me." Standing quietly, there is an adult soul hidden in her small body.

The proud and noble saint wailed like a child.

The originally tit-for-tat atmosphere took a turn for the worse.

An An looked at the crying saint in a complicated way, and the hatred in his heart was washed away by tears. He had thought about seeing the saint's expression countless times in the past few years, thinking that she would be surprised, hated, and dismissive. Gu, would avoid him like the plague, but she never thought that she would cry like this.

(End of this chapter)