The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

"A witch's daughter, and of course a witch, should be burned."

"But she's just a child..."

"Could it be that we have to wait until she grows up to be a witch and kill our entire village before burning her to death?"

In the flames, the sounds of quarreling can be heard endlessly.

With pain in his body, especially in his arms, Rong Ling opened his eyes with difficulty.

Unlike others, her eyes are fiery red.

"Look!" Someone exclaimed, "I have been hungry for three days and nights, and this demon is still alive, what else can I be if it's not a witch."

Even though these people didn't speak oriental dialect, Rong Ling could still hear it accurately.

The voice she couldn't help but utter was also the language of this continent: "Thirst..."

Even so, Rong Ling just groaned subconsciously, and didn't really hope that these people would give him water to drink.

After all, they've all put themselves on the cross to be burned.

This is a Western world that has never existed in history, a land of gods and monsters.

But Rong Ling happened to be the daughter of a witch who ran counter to God.

Who is a witch? No one can say for sure. All in all, a woman who can make these ignorant people feel panic can be judged as a witch.

Rong Ling licked his chapped lips, and glanced at the shocking people in front of him.

They are all white-skinned, with a straight nose, deep eye sockets, long hands and feet, and dressed in linen clothes.

These people are all villagers in the village, and it is not difficult to see traces of hard work and grazing on them.

Soon, a strange bird bigger than a cow invaded the village, took away the children in the village, and flew to the depths of the forest.

While these people were weeping bitterly, they could only think that it was Rong Ling from the same village—the little girl called Lilian in this illusion did it.

Because her child is a witch, she must have used some kind of witchcraft to summon a monster.

"Lilian..." The woman who interceded for her was called April, and she stood up and said, "For God's sake, please, find a way to bring our children back, we promise, we won't let those children back in the future." The child has come to bully you."

Because he has no father and no mother, Rong Ling has always been the target of bullying by the children in the village.

Rong Ling lowered his eyes, unmoved.

"Don't talk nonsense with such a demon again." The man with the torch in his hand said angrily, "Our child will come back only if this monster is burned to death."

"Burn her, burn this witch!"

"This hateful woman should have died a long time ago." The old man with a red face who spoke was blind.

His right eye was pierced severely by her with a stone because he wanted to rape Rong Ling in the field.

Several villagers gathered together, and the man with the torch lit the pile of firewood under Rong Ling without hesitation.

"Ahh!" Bai Yelian, who had never seen such a formation, screamed, "God Rong, what should I do now."

"Don't worry, the fire will go out." Rong Ling said calmly.

On the last day, it rained suddenly, and the firewood was doused out.After several repetitions, the firewood still could not be ignited.

These people suspected witches' witchcraft, cursed but felt helpless, and put her down from the shelf.

It's just that even if he was lucky enough to save his life, Rong Ling's life after that would not be easy.

They expelled her from the village, and Rong Ling had to walk alone to Dehe, the largest city in this land, to make a living.

Life in Dehe was not easy. Rong Ling wandered about, doing odd jobs in restaurants, as a helper in a bakery, and even cleaning toilets. Finally, she died of tuberculosis alone on a snowy night.

Sure enough, as soon as Rong Ling finished speaking, a light rain fell from the sky, extinguishing the unformed flame.

"What's going on?" The man who lit the fire didn't believe in evil, and raised the torch to do it again.

Rong Ling looked at him mockingly, and the hatred in the fiery red pupils was undisguised.

At this moment, a calm, soft voice suddenly came from outside the crowd, as if floating from the clouds of heaven: "What are you guys doing?"

This voice is like the sound of heaven, calming down all the restless people.

The person who turned his head hurriedly exhaled softly, "My God, it's Saintess Lois."

"It was the saint who appeared. It must be the saint who heard us poor people crying, felt pity in her heart, and came to save us."

"My lord, please accept the pious worship of me, a fool."

As they spoke, these people put down the torches and sickles in their hands, knelt down in the direction of the voice, and bowed to salute.

In this way, Rong Ling saw who was coming.

Saintess Lois, I am afraid that there is no one in the entire Larry Continent who does not know her.

For hundreds of years, her story has been circulated among the people, and her portrait is enshrined on the closet of every household, receiving prayers all the time.

She is the darling of God, representing the will of heaven, the embodiment of purity and holiness, and fighting against all evil.

Obviously in this dilapidated small village, Saintess Lois was wearing a pure white soft sacrificial gown with a layer of halo.

Even her skin is as white as snow.

Lois looked over the crowd and landed on Rong Ling who was tied to the cross, and she couldn't help murmuring: "What a poor child."

As she spoke, she slowly walked towards Rong Ling.

All the believers around knelt on the ground, waiting for her will.

It wasn't until she got close that Rong Ling noticed that Lois' pupils were light golden, just like the rays of the sun shining on the lake in autumn.

There is no emotion, only the depth that contains all things.

In an instant, Rong Ling somewhat understood why Lois had so many followers.

It would be better to say that she is the messenger of God, rather than that she herself is God.

No need to move a finger, no need to tell anyone, just rely on her thoughts, and the rope in Rong Ling's hand will be loosened automatically.

Her body was limp and weak, and she immediately fell down on Lois.

Countless panting sounds sounded from below——

Their holy goddess even reached out to catch the witch.

"May God bless you." Lois looked at Rong Ling without any fluctuations in her eyes, as if she was looking at a small ant or a bird, "Poor little girl."

As she spoke, she pressed her warm lips to Rong Ling's forehead.

Not only Rong Ling, but even the rest of the villagers were stunned.

This vulgar and filthy witch, she actually... was kissed by the gods.

The kiss of the gods means salvation.

All the filth of the past will be wiped out, and those who are kissed by the gods will usher in their own new life.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Rong Ling couldn't hold back and sneezed.

Seeing her being so rude to the saint, those people trembled all over, but Lois seemed to have nothing happened. After Rong Ling stood up, she said to the people kneeling on the ground: "Your missing children, It was the work of the demon bird, I have sent my men to search for traces, and we will know their news in a few days."

"Thank you saint, thank you saint!" Everyone knelt on the ground and refused to get up for a long time.

Lois glanced over the crowd, finally looked at Fang at the same level, and took her own steps.

She had done what she had to do, and it was time to leave.

No one dared to speak to persuade the saint to stay.

After all, how could the supreme god stay by the side of vulgar people like them.

There is only one exception——

Rong Ling grabbed her sleeve.

Lois turned around, still with a holy smile on her face, her long flaxen hair rustled against the fabric: "Poor child, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

"Take me away..." Rong Ling said in a hoarse voice.

Without Bai Yelian's reminder, Rong Ling could recognize it just by intuition, and the person in front of him was Feng Xihui.

"I'm sorry..." Lois didn't change her face. "Everyone has her ultimate affiliation. Everything is determined by God. I can't change the trajectory."

"If you don't take me away, they will continue to kill me." Rong Ling lied without blushing or heartbeat.

"No, no...it's impossible." The man who was about to burn Rong Ling to death hurriedly said, "Saint, please rest assured, even if we sacrifice our lives, we won't hurt the people you redeemed."

"Then I'll kill them." Rong Ling gritted his teeth.

All in all, Feng Xihui's status in this world is too high. If I miss this opportunity, I'm afraid it will be difficult to meet her again in the future.

"I really can't do anything about you." Looking at the skinny little girl who was only five or six years old in front of her, Lois said, "It must be God's will that you are so stubborn, so please come back to Dehe with me."

Rong Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did she realize that when she fell just now, Lois's white holy robe was stained with a lot of dust.Right now, there are five dark fingerprints on her cuffs.

Rong Ling let go of his hand in embarrassment.

Lois didn't seem to notice, and said in a calm tone, "Then, let's go now."

From a small backward village to the big city of Dehe, it only took two days.

It was sunset when Rong Ling arrived in Dehe City.

The brilliance of the setting sun sprinkled over the castle, and there were busy businessmen coming in and out, as well as cheerful children and beautifully dressed women.

The whole city is quiet and peaceful, just like Lois.

She was as calm as a pool of water, even if a stone was dropped, it wouldn't cause any ripples.

Rong Ling couldn't help covering his lips, and coughed twice.

She seemed to be a little sick because of the rain that night.