Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

"Changing hearts is inevitable. If you don't change, you will die. If you change, your personality will only be affected. This phenomenon also exists when your soul is stitched, but it is not as obvious as the effect brought by the abyss."

Pipisia kissed her mouth and jumped onto Sherlock's shoulder.

"How can I force Phoenix out?"

Sherlock looked at Pipicia seriously, "How many Baileys are needed for this answer?"

"No need for any Bailey, your death is the best solution."

Pipisia said personally.

"What do you mean?"

Sherlock lifted it off his shoulder.

"Because Heling dug out your heart with her own hands, which caused a huge emotional impact on her. She has broken free from Phoenix's soul control and regained her body."

Pipisia said with a smile.

"What about Phoenix?"

Sherlock asked.

"He has returned to his true form and is in a forced sleep. If you don't disturb him at the cemetery, he won't be able to wake up."

Pipisia touched her round belly and continued,

"Host, if you don't get out, He Ling will collapse."

Sherlock nodded and immediately left the abyss.

He couldn't let He Ling, who finally came back, collapse, then his death would not be in vain.

In the cave that collapsed in the ground, He Ling held Sherlock's heart and knelt on the ground, his eyes lost their energy and his mind went blank.

"Houston, I, killed Houston with my own hands...why...why is this happening?"

Herring placed her stopped beating heart next to her fair cheek, and her face was stained red with blood.

"Houston, Houston, Houston...don't leave me."

She whispered, her bright red tears falling continuously, and she broke down in sobs.

Her memory is intact and she remembers everything Phoenix did to control her body, including brutally killing him.

Emotions surged, and soon she was drowning in a sea of ​​despair.

Her eyes were empty, and regret threatened to consume her.

She slowly buried her face, a sharp dagger appeared in her hand, and she planned to end her life.

Suddenly, Heling felt herself surrounded by a warm and broad embrace.

The silver dagger fell to the ground.

She slowly raised her head and saw Sherlock's familiar face.

"It's the favored one, and the favored one is still alive."

Willy Pope said excitedly, and sure enough, he was the Destined One, the one destined to rescue the people of Phoenix City.

The remaining believers also exclaimed in disbelief.

"Isn't he a heretic?"

"Pagan, why didn't God want to kill him?"

“Is this a test of God’s favored ones?”

"My dear Lord, you gave your heart and passed the test of God."

They talked to themselves and used their imagination to explain Sherlock's resurrection from the dead, otherwise they would not have thought why he was still alive after his heart was taken out.

"Houston?"

Herring looked at Sherlock blankly.

Sherlock wiped her tears,

"I won't abandon you."

The next second, He Ling took the initiative and kissed Sherlock.

The lips of the two people touched each other, and the feelings that had been suppressed in their hearts for a long time exploded in the aftermath of the disaster.

Sherlock no longer refused He Ling. He put his arms around her slender waist and kissed her crazily.

He Ling's breathing was rapid, her whole body felt hot, her heart felt like it was about to jump out, and her tears kept falling.

After a long time, their lips were reluctant to separate.

Sherlock ruffled her hair,

"Herring."

"what?"

He Ling blushed and asked in a weak voice.

Sherlock threw the heart in Herring's hand to the witch Tihana who was standing aside watching the show, "The heart you wanted is yours now."

Tihana was slightly stunned and caught Sherlock's heart, "I hate it, I want to be with you even more now."

"Excuse me."

Sherlock smiled apologetically at Tihana and picked up Herring. Now he only wanted Herring.

"He Ling, are you willing to be my woman?"

"Houston's... woman? Married?"

He Ling's face instantly became rosier. She wiped her tears and looked down at her flat chest.

"Don't Houston like big...big ones?"

"Now I think it's good for you to be like this."

The corner of Sherlock's mouth raised. Before a man has determined his target, he always likes a girl with a proud figure.

"By the way, don't call me Houston in the future."

"Then...then...what's that called?"

He Ling's face turned red like a lantern, her whole body looked like a boiling hot water kettle, and white smoke began to emit from her ears.

"Just call me Sherlock."

"Sherlock? Well, Sherlock."

He Ling nodded slightly and buried her head in Sherlock's arms, like a docile kitten, unwilling to come out.

"Houston."

Crocodile stopped Sherlock. He had no intention of interrupting the two people's close relationship, but the current situation was really inappropriate.

Sherlock, Crocodile and Mr. 1 have been surrounded by guards.

Killua Roca, who lost three fingers, looked at Sherlock,

"Leah D. Houston, you have violated Phoenix's laws and defied the power of God. Now you need to be taken away and put on trial."

Adjutant Calvin stepped forward and was about to handcuff Sherlock.

Sherlock's eyes fell on missionary Willy Pope:

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Even if you are the Beloved One, this place has indeed been greatly damaged and countless people died because of you. Therefore, please come with us, the Beloved One."

Willie Pope looked serious.

Crocodile and Mr. 1 looked at each other. They were exhausted and had no strength to resist, but as long as they recovered, it would be no problem to deal with this group of people.

Sherlock nodded slightly, "Okay, but before that, I need to find my companion."

"We will be responsible for finding them. You don't have to worry about this, Lord Blessed One."

Killua Roca said, looking at Calvin,

"There is no need to handcuff the beloved."

Kavin hesitated for a second and saluted:

"As ordered."

"Commander, the beloved has agreed to undergo trial. Can you follow me back to the church first? The archbishop has an explanation for him."

Willy Pope's tall figure bent slightly, making a humble gesture, and looked at Killua Rocka.

Killua Roca wiped the blood on his hands, put on white gloves, nodded and said:

"of course can."

Kavin, who wanted to object, frowned and added,

"I just heard that the companion of the Blessed One said that these prisoners were created by him. Although I don't understand it very well, I will investigate the matter clearly. If it is really a disaster caused by the people of the Blessed One, we in Phoenix will not tolerate it, and , these strange white flowers can suck people’s vitality, and they seem to be related to the Beloved. I hope that the Beloved can be investigated.”

"Okay, the Bishop will ask the Beloved on your behalf."

Willy Pope closed the thick book in his hand and said to the upright Cavin.

Kavin touched the sword reluctantly, turned around, and ordered,

"Quickly check the casualties."