One Piece: My Villain Identity Has Been Exposed

Chapter 135

“It’s inevitable to change your heart. If you don’t change it, you will die. Changing it will only affect your personality. This phenomenon also exists when your soul is stitched, but there is no obvious effect brought by the abyss.”

Pipicia glanced at her mouth and jumped onto Sherlock’s shoulder.

“How can I force Phoenix out?”

Sherlock looked at Pipicia seriously, “How much Bailey does this answer need?”

“You don’t need any Bailey, your death is the best way.”

Pipicia said profusely.

“What’s the meaning?”

Sherlock lifted it off his shoulder.

“Because He Ling dug out your heart personally, it caused a great emotional shock to her. She has broken free from Phoenix’s soul control and regained her body.”

Pipicia said with a smile.

“What about Phoenix?”

Sherlock asked.

“He has returned to his body and is forced to sleep. If you don’t disturb him in the cemetery, he won’t wake up.”

Pipicia touched her round belly and continued.

“Host, if you don’t go out anymore, Heling should be breaking down.”

Sherlock nodded and left the abyss immediately.

He couldn’t let He Ling, who had finally come back, collapsed, so he didn’t die once in vain.

In the cavern of the collapsed ground, Helling held Sherlock’s heart and knelt down on the ground, his eyes lost his energy and his brain was blank.

“Houston, I personally killed Houston…why…why is this happening?”

He Ling put her stopped beating heart next to her white cheek, and her face was stained with blood.

“Houston, Houston, Houston… don’t leave me behind.”

She whispered, her bright red tears kept falling and she couldn’t cry.

Her memory is intact, she remembers everything Phoenix did to control her body, including the brutal killing of him.

Emotions are surging, and she will soon be submerged in a sea of ​​despair.

Her eyes were hollow, and regret almost swallowed her.

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

Suddenly, He Ling felt that he was 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, the favored one is still alive.”

Willie Pope said excitedly, sure enough, he is the favored one, destined to save the phoenix city.

The remaining believers also gave out incredible exclamations.

“Isn’t he a heretic?”

“Heart, why didn’t God want to kill him.”

“Could it be that this is God’s test of the favored one?”

“The favored man gave his heart and passed the test of God.”

They talked to themselves, using their brains to explain Sherlock’s resurrection from the dead, otherwise they would not have thought why he was still alive if his heart was taken out.

“Houston?”

Helling looked at Sherlock blankly.

Sherlock wiped her tears.

“I won’t leave you behind.”

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

The lips of the two touched together, and the long-held feelings that had been suppressed in their hearts erupted in the rest of their lives.

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

He Ling’s breathing was rapid, and his body was hot, feeling that his heart was about to jump out, and tears kept falling.

After a long time, the lips of the two were willing to separate.

Sherlock rubbed her hair.

“He Ling.”

“what?”

He Ling blushed and asked in a weak voice.

Sherlock threw the heart in He Ling’s hand to the witch Tihanna who was standing by and watching the play, “The heart you want is now yours.”

Tihana was taken aback for a moment, and she caught Sherlock’s heart, “I hate it, I want to linger with you more now.”

“Excuse me.”

Sherlock smiled apologetically at Tihanna and picked Heling up. Now he only wanted Heling.

“He Ling, are you willing to be my woman?”

“Houston’s…woman? Married?”

He Ling’s face instantly became more rosy, she wiped her tears, looked down at her flat chest,

“Don’t Houston like big…big ones?”

“Now I think it’s good for you.”

The corners of Sherlock’s mouth were raised, and men always liked girls with proud figures before they had determined their goals.

“By the way, don’t call me Houston in the future.”

“That…that…what’s that called?”

He Ling’s blush turned into a lantern, and the whole figure resembled a boiling hot water bottle, and white smoke began to emerge from his 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 of them, but the situation was really not suitable.

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

Kiya Roca, who had lost three fingers, looked at Sherlock.

“Leah·D· Houston, you violated Phoenix’s laws and despised Kamui. Now you need to be taken away for trial.”

Adjutant Calvin stepped forward, preparing to handcuff Sherlock.

Sherlock’s gaze fell on the missionary Willie Pope:

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Even if you are the favored person, it is true that because you have been greatly damaged, countless people have died here, so please come with us.”

Willie Pope has a serious face.

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 solve this group of people.

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

“We will be responsible for finding them out, and you don’t need to worry about them.”

Kiya Rocca spoke and glanced at Cavin.

“There is no need to handcuff the favored one.”

Calvin hesitated for a second and saluted:

“Yes.”

“Commander, the favored person has agreed to be tried. Whether he can follow me to church first, the archbishop has to explain to him.”

Willie Pope’s tall figure bends slightly, making a humble posture, looking at Kiya Roca.

Qiya Roca wiped the Bloodline from his hands, put on the white gloves, and nodded:

“sure.”

Cavan, who wanted to raise an objection, frowned and added,

“I just heard the companion of the favored person say 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 the disaster brought by the favored person, we Phoenix will not tolerate it, and These white weird flowers can suck human vitality and seem to have something to do with the loved ones. I hope the loved ones can be investigated.”

“Okay, Master Bishop will ask the favored one on your behalf.”

Willie Pope closed the thick book in his hand and said to the honest Cavan.

Calvin touched his sword unwillingly, turned around, and ordered,

“Come on with the casualties.”