The invincible wife of Fenglin City

Chapter 275 Puppet Art! (2)
My heart softened all of a sudden.

Xing Jiajia looked at the two people whose attitudes had changed suddenly, with deep helplessness in their eyes, they were constantly cutting things and still chaotic, it was parting sorrow, and there was something special in their hearts.

The night in the village is long and quiet.

Some people's lights are on for a long time, and some people's lights go out early.But what to do when the lights are turned off? The young couples got into the quilt, smiling and doing the happy things they like to do, while the old couples were not sleepy, lying on the quilt with their eyes open and chatting.

Someone said.

"A few guests came to the village today, hehe, it's been a long time since anyone came to our village." The old woman was a little excited, her eyes were bright, and she tugged at the old man under the covers.

"What's so good about coming, not everyone can come to our Anxi." The old man closed his eyes and muttered.

"That's right." The old woman pulled the quilt and sighed, "Aren't there so few people over the years, have they all been sunk?"

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, slapped the old woman's quilt, and lowered his voice: "You are crazy! You know it's taboo—"

The old woman's heart skipped a beat, and she secretly cursed her mouth, which was embarrassing.

The old man did speak: "Your mouth, I don't know where our Anxi is. Besides, those people are so bold that they dare to covet our things. It's cheap to punish them. If we ourselves make mistakes, we will be punished."

The pond in Anxi is a representative of power and a synonym for punishment.

The old man will never forget the burning at the stake three years ago.

The person who was executed was the son of the previous patriarch, charged with blasphemy against the saint.

The patriarch of Anxi was born with the blood of the ancestral witch, that is, the blood of the witch god, and was destined to marry the saint girl as his wife, but he died early and left behind a son.The patriarch who bears the blood of the ancestral witch has a high chance of giving birth to a son with the blood of the ancestral witch, but this son of the patriarch has no blood inheritance at all.

And by chance, he fell in love with the saint.

The saint can only marry the patriarch, but he cannot be the patriarch.

So the price he paid for falling in love with the saint was burning at the stake, and the crime was blasphemy.

What's his name?The old man couldn't remember, but he remembered that when the patriarch's son died, he was only 15 years old.

That terrible fire.

He hates, that's for sure.He hated the saint, he hated Anxi, he hated why his father didn't leave him with the blood of the ancestral witch, but he hated himself the most.

The old man felt that he could hear the cry of the child before he died even if he closed his eyes.

"I hate Anxi! I hate the saint! I hate! Hate! Hate!"

"Anxi! If there is an afterlife, I will definitely destroy you!"

"I won't let you go!"

No one knows who he said about you at the end, the saint, who is it from Anxi?

The saint was crying, and the crying brought her memories.

She will never forget the son of the previous patriarch. Who can forget her childhood sweetheart?

"When we were three years old, we played together." The saint cried and told.

"I'm two years older than you, but you always bully me." An An said softly.

"It deserves it! Why do you always take delicious food, but never give it to me." The saint gritted her teeth.

"Until you were six years old and you were sent to the tall Saintess Tower." An An's eyes dimmed, and her tone was sharp because of this sentence, "Until you were 13 years old!"

Three years ago, she was 13 years old and he was 15 years old!
He always secretly came to the Tower of the Virgin to see her, and he didn't approach her, just peeking at her secretly.Sometimes I watch it all night, sometimes I just take a look and leave.He knows that the saint can't see people, especially men. At the age of 15, he already understands everything, and he can't harm her.

"I'm 13 years old." The saint muttered to herself. "I was on the tall saint's tower that day. I saw the flames in the holy pool and heard people crying and scolding. But I don't know? It's you."

When he died, she had no idea.It's just that on that day, she felt empty in her heart, as if something had left.

"Yeah, you didn't know it was me." An An sneered, and looked at the saint again, her eyes were already dark, "Now you know?"

The saint cried and nodded, choked up and unable to speak, day after day of loneliness and loneliness, she was used to remembering the past, every bit of the past, this playmate, childhood sweetheart playmate in her heart The weight is extremely heavy, but he never came three years ago, and she was very sad for a long time afterwards, thinking that he married a beautiful girl in the village and had his own home and children.

She didn't know he was dead until much later.

Knowing that he died, she was sad for a long time, but she didn't know that he died for herself, and he died so tragically!

She has been living in the high tower, and no one told her what happened in the village. She didn't know about the tragic fire until today—the protagonist was actually him!

"I know, I just know!" The saint cried so pitifully.

"So, you will help me, right?" An An stood on tiptoe, but his current body was a child after all, and he couldn't reach the face of the saint no matter what.

The saint knelt on the ground and looked at An An. She was a little surprised what he meant by this sentence?Help, she is a saint, but her power is limited, and her freedom is also limited.What can she do for him?

That's what the saint asked.

An An smiled, and said word by word: "You don't want to go to the sacrifice dance tomorrow."

"You're crazy! I'm a saint, how could I not go—" The saint could no longer speak, because she saw a ball of light brighter than the moon rising slowly in An An's hand.

She is a saint, and she can't understand this kind of power-this is the power of thought.

"Someone will go for you." Two balls of light floated in An An's hands, brighter than the moonlight, about the size of a human head, one suspended above Xing Jiajia's head, and the other suspended above the saint's head.

He managed to see the astonishment and struggle on the faces of the two, and looked at Xing Jiajia with a smile: "Sister, what's the point of the saint praying, why don't you be a saint."

Why don't you be a saint.

The saint's eyes went dark, and she couldn't see or hear anything.

When she opened her eyes again, there was no An An's voice in the tall Saintess Tower. She looked around in panic, but heard a quiet voice: "Are you awake?"

The saint suddenly turned her head to look, only to see the girl standing by the window—the ankle-length hair was loose, as soft and radiant as satin, and the young body was wrapped in a white sacrificial robe!
Wait, did she get it wrong?That is obviously his attire!
(End of this chapter)