Chapter 615:

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On the street of Domus City, a silver-haired polar girl with golden eyes walked slowly in the middle of the street, her eyes were straight, her gaze was higher than the horizontal line, her arrogant posture with endless coldness, and only two words for everything in front of her: indifference.
She moved all the way forward and attracted the attention of the pedestrians on the street. They watched, and some followed her, but did not dare to get too close to her, generally keeping a distance of two or three steps.
"She is a saint! The saint of the Bright Holy Cult!" A word from someone who didn't know made the crowd boil. Numerous holy followers all knelt down and worshiped, but she turned a blind eye and continued to walk forward slowly.
"When are you going to play?" Deep in my soul, I felt the changes around me, a little unhappy.
"Play until you have the ability to walk by yourself." Her tone is calm, without any ups and downs, just like her heart, no matter what you see or hear, there will be no ripples. It seems that there is not a lake. , Just a mirror.
"You..." This is obviously a mockery of my ability, but I have nothing to say. The thing that the dark angel injected me just now really made me immobile. If it weren't for her idea, maybe I had been taken by the other party. gone back.
"Do you have an opinion?" She still asked calmly.
"I'm just curious, since I'm not interested in everything, then why do you want to come out." I thought I would be more angry when I heard her ridicule, but the result was not the case. Instead, it made me calm and thought of other problems. .
"Find some interest!" Her answer was acceptable, but for her like this, I really didn't know what would arouse her interest.
"Humph!" I snorted coldly, and continued to rest in the depths of my soul. Although I always felt uncomfortable when I first learned of her existence, it seems to be pretty good now. At least someone will walk for you and ask you for it. Destination.
"Have you ever thought, if you are really the person they are looking for?" I didn't say a word, she asked instead.
"No." The answer was simple, because I am not amnesia, I clearly remember that I am Missilia, a powerful angel, and the future Lord God.
"Oh!" She replied softly, and then she was silent.
"Are you interested in this?" I suddenly felt that she was thinking about the problem in her heart. Although it was just a little fuzzy shadow, at least I felt the name luvian flashing in her heart. I want to come. Interested.
"Maybe!"
"When did you enter my body?" In fact, I meant to say, who I am, she should be very clear.
"I don't know, I woke up here, and I have been here since I woke up!" She replied, "Cross this long street, and the front is Shengde Middle Road. You should be able to go to that place, right?"
"Yeah." I said, and the name that I heard the most came to mind, "Will you be the Luvian?"
"No! I don't have a name or memory. I am just a consciousness, or a force, not a real existence. Generally speaking, it is impossible to exist so clearly." She explained.
"But you clearly existed so real and talked to me, and now you still use my body." I retorted.
"If the consciousness becomes stronger and almost becomes a single body, it can only mean that the ontology, that is, you, is too weak. If you are stronger, I cannot exist, or I should melt into your consciousness and become you Part of her, whether it’s consciousness or strength." She was like a high god, preaching to me. Although she was unhappy in her heart, she had already appeared. It was my weakness that made her a lone body, everything is my weakness. !
"Master Misselia! You are finally back, where's Master Satrese?" Celia and the others greeted us as soon as we stepped into the main church, but they were still the same, and they always care about their masters most. , Not the master of the master.
"He lost?" I just wanted to speak, and suddenly realized that my voice was just a consciousness, not a real existence, so I simply sighed and waited quietly for another answer from me.
"He lost?" Her answer was exactly the same as mine.
"He...I didn't mean that. I was asking why Lord Satreus didn't come back with you?" Celia greeted the extreme coldness without any fluctuations in her eyes, and she couldn't help panicking.
"In front of me, he is not an adult!" She explained calmly.
"But for us..."
"Okay! Celia! Can you go down quietly?" Esther gave her a sentence and pulled her behind. "Master Missilia, you have been there for so long. We are all a little worried. I picked you up, and now I only see you back. If we want to ask, did you meet the master?"
"No! Maybe he was killed!" She said, and walked in the direction of the temple I was talking about.
"What? Killed? Master Missilia, what do you mean? How could the master be killed? Didn't he go to drink tea?" Celia couldn't hold back again, and rushed forward. The bar grabbed my right arm and pinched it very tightly.
"What's the matter? I actually felt the pain in my body, or how she felt." I was surprised.
"Because you are getting stronger, it seems that dealing with that kind of medicine makes you stronger." She answered my question in her heart.
"I met some strong people." Outside, she just said quietly.
"The strong? That dark angel?" In my heart, I don't think so. Even though that dark angel is an angel, it is stronger than ordinary angels, but to me, it is not a strong one.
"Safrot."
"Oh!" Why did I forget him? It turned out that she was talking about him, and as to the possibility of Satterius being killed, I think it was what she felt in front of the manor that made her think so. But can he really do anything to Sartres? And he is still seriously injured? I doubt it. Thinking of this, my heart can't help but feel uneasy. It seems that when I think of his life and death, I feel uneasy. I don't know why?
"Impossible, no matter what kind of strong person you encounter, you can't be the opponent of the master. The master's strength is absolutely number one in this human world." Celia chattered and followed her all the way. room.
"Really! So you think he is better than me?" She smiled, and the shrill sound rang out, but it didn't give me a headache. Maybe it was because the laughter was out, rather than exploding in my soul.
"I..." Celia said "that's it", but she didn't dare to say it, turned her head and glanced at the three people behind her. They didn't say anything, but continued to speak very embarrassed." I think the master is better than Miss Missilia you."
"Then compare!" She was not angry, Celia was surprised, but when it came to the competition, Celia had a look of embarrassment. After all, both of them are adults, no matter whether it is strength or status, no one can offend her. Yes, if any of them has something to do, such as injury or something, because of her multi-mouth, then she will be in trouble.
"But..." Seeing that no one was helping herself, Celia just bit her scalp, but with the word "but", she couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Oh! By the way, Sartres is not here."
"Yes! The master is not here." Celia agreed with relief.
"What's the matter with me?" Suddenly, Sartres' voice came from outside the door.
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