My Reincarnation Seems to Have Failed?

Yu Dingdang also said: "Da, fight against the sainthood with the body of a mortal. You are the only person I know who has this kind of courage."

"...Stop killing me."

Wen Feiyun asked helplessly, "Are you all okay?"

Ah Mao said, "The one with the worst injury is driving. Do you think it's okay?"

Wen Feiyun was stunned for a moment. He looked at Fang Jue, who was sitting in the driver's seat. Although there was no blood on his face, he was in high spirits.

Is this the worst injury?

Then what am I?

Wen Feiyun seemed to have thought of something. He turned his head to look at the back row. After realizing that Yu Shasha was still in a coma, he asked, "What's wrong with Shasha?"

Ah Mao replied: "The right arm was comminuted, the ribs were broken, and the internal organs were bleeding. The spirit was greatly impacted."

Wen Feiyun was silent for a while, then he looked at the driver's seat again.

So, what is the injury of the most seriously injured person?

Wen Feiyun sighed, he suppressed the thought of in-depth research, and turned to ask: "What about the saint?"

Yu Dingdang waved his hand and handed over a bloody fresh-keeping bag.

Wen Feiyun took it in his hand subconsciously, but when he saw the contents of the bag, he suddenly shook his hand and almost wanted to throw it out the window.

He turned his head and asked in surprise, "Killed you?"

Yu Dingdang said with a smile: "I didn't shoot, it was you who brought him down together. Besides, I didn't kill him, I just left a souvenir."

Saying that, she took out two more photos and handed them over.

Wen Feiyun glanced at it when he received it.

One is a close-up of the broken ear, and the other is a photo of the broken ear and Brent.

"You're being punished."

Wen Feiyun immediately understood the sinister intentions of the guy behind him.

Yu Dingdang said with a smile: "Since it's not easy to kill, it can only be like this, and losing an ear, isn't this the meaning of long memory?"

Wen Feiyun reminded: "It may also be the beginning of hatred, and he may be more extreme when he encounters Zhu Xia's exploration team in the future."

"Do not worry."

Yu Dingdang said, "No matter how humiliated a saint is, he knows what to do and what not to do."

Wen Feiyun was taken aback: "He won't take revenge?"

Yu Dingdang chuckled: "Yes, but only for Ajue~"

Fang Jue: "..."

Curly tail extraordinary

The off-road vehicle started in the early morning and did not stop until nightfall.

In the carriage, feeling the depressing atmosphere that gradually became stronger, Yu Dingdang said with a smile:

"On the way back, I'll take care of all the troubles, so find a place to camp and rest tonight."

Camp.

A cat turned his head and reminded: "According to the information you provided before, the sanctuary spellcaster must have arrived in Shenghui City, so you are not worried that he will catch up?"

"Don't be afraid~"

Yu Dingdang said with a smile: "It's better to say that I really hope that the other party can catch up, otherwise I have prepared a bunch of trump cards and it will only be useless."

Everyone (cat): "..."

Yu Dingdang continued: "In addition, the possibility of the other party catching up is very low."

"why?"

asked the cat.

Yu Dingdang looked out the window: "We didn't kill people, we didn't touch anything in the lab, and we targeted Brent. When these factors are combined, anyone with a little brain can analyze the truth."

This is a revenge from Zhuxia for what Brent did in the foggy area, with room for revenge.

"……I see."

Wen Feiyun's face showed a hint of surprise: "A terrorist act that is not terrifying is very suspicious in itself."

"So rest in peace tonight."

Yu Dingdang took out a cleaning cotton to help Yu Shasha wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth: "Sasha has vomited blood, and I will help her heal again later."

"So, isn't Sasha the one who is hurt the most?"

Wen Feiyun looked at Fang Jue with a puzzled face: "Why do I think your condition is better than mine?"

Fang Jue smiled without explaining.

……

……

the other side.

Holy City.

In the hospital, Brent was lying on the operating table, with three spellcasters beside him maintaining the treatment with a solemn expression.

In the corner of the room, a middle-aged brown-haired man in a white robe looked at the scene with a speechless expression: "No matter how serious you are, the lost ears will not grow back, or, you guys Trying to help him clear the nerve drugs from his body?"

Hearing his straightforward remarks, the three spellcasters stopped their spells in embarrassment.

The brown-haired middle-aged man shook his head and asked, "How are the others?"

One of the spellcasters replied: "The guards and knights are all awake, and only the warlocks of the Warlock Guild are still in a coma."

The brown-haired middle-aged man was silent for a while, and he turned around and walked outside the house with a blank face: "Then let them continue to be in a coma."

"Lord Turan..."

The three spellcasters hesitated.

The middle-aged man named Turan waved his hand: "As a problem solver, it has become a problem, and they need a chance to wash away their shame."

As the voice fell, his figure had disappeared outside the door.

The three spellcasters looked at each other, and then they also sat on the side with tired faces and began to paddle.

……

……

Holy City, Church.

The church at night was no longer open to the public, and the church staff were assisting the wounded in the city, so that the entire facility was silent.

Turan walked straight through the dimly lit lobby, passed a path, and came to the door of a room marked with a confession room.

He gently pushed open the door, and what caught his eye was a bright yellow light, the light was soft and warm, and Rao Shi San couldn't help but relax.

He turned his eyes and looked at a small window at the innermost side of the room. On the other side of the window was sitting a little silver-haired girl with a soft face.

When Tulan looked over, the little girl also opened her eyes, and a kind smile appeared on her face: "It's Tutu? I haven't seen you for a while, how are you?"

"not so good."

Turan walked up and sat down at the penitent's seat, then asked straight to the point: "Is this what Zhu Xia did?"

"if not?"

The little girl covered her mouth and laughed lightly: "Even if you want to blame it, you wouldn't choose to use such a gentle method, right?"

Mild...?

Turan looked at her and said, "Brent's ear was cut off. If the news spreads, the whole church nation will suffer greatly."

The little girl looked at him with a smile: "Then why don't you chase after them? Kill them, bring the corpses back and hang them on the city gate, and the face will come back~"

Turan shook his head: "Everything has to be rational. Frankly speaking, with what Brent did before, just cutting off one ear is considered magnanimous."

"Yes, yes, yes~"

The little girl looked convinced: "If it were me, I would definitely cut off Brent's little Brent~"

Turan immediately clenched his legs and shivered.

He knew very well that this gentle and cheerful looking little guy would really do such a thing.

The little girl looked at him with a smiling face: "Tutu~ you came to me just to confirm this?"

"No, I want to confirm another thing."

Turan looked at her and said, "Ann, Brent's grievance with Zhu Xia, is this over?"

The little girl named Ann did not answer, but instead asked: "Do you think Brent will not take revenge afterward?"

"I'm talking about the grudges so far," Turan said.

An thought about it and said, "Theoretically, it's over, but just in case, I'll go back and confirm."

"Then it's up to you."

Turan stood up and walked towards the door.

An looked at him and asked, "Tutu, if the matter is over, what are you going to do?"

Turan paused, and he said, "If it's over, then next time that guy provokes me, I can do it directly."

Ann knew that 'that guy' was not referring to Brent, but a certain rogue-looking guardian in Zhuxia.

She smiled and said, "Isn't that bad? Mr. Yushu is so handsome, and he mocks you, it must be your fault~!"

Turan's face darkened, and he walked out of the room without saying a word.

It was not until the door was closed that the little girl restrained her smile. She stood up slowly, put on the priest's robe, and then walked to the compartment and stood in front of a black metal plate.