Fashen GL

When Angel woke up again, it was already snowing heavily outside, and the fire in the tree hole was still crackling, and the saint was no longer in the tree hole.

Angel turned his head and looked around, and once again confirmed that the saint was not in the tree hole, he shouted: "Sheng Guangya!"

"Here." The saint's voice came from outside the cave, and then added: "Wait a moment!"

"What are you doing?" Angel felt refreshed after a nap, so he put on fur and moved out of the tree hole.It was said to be removed because she walked out slowly by relying on the bark of the tree.

When she walked out of the tree hole, she saw the saintess bent down and reached out to caress a little Frost Wolf. The healing technique was released on her fingertips, and the wound on the little Frost Wolf's hind legs healed immediately.

Adult frost wolves showed expressions of relief, and then a giant wolf that looked like a female wolf took an animal's corpse and placed it in front of the saint, then turned around and took its child away.

Seeing such a scene of harmonious coexistence between humans and animals in the white snow made Angel feel warm in his heart.

The wolves retreated and disappeared into the dense forest, and the saint immediately relaxed her nerves, and happily picked up the corpse on the ground. She didn't know how to hunt at first, but now she just solved the food problem between herself and Angel!

She picked up the food and looked back, only to find that Angel was standing quietly at the tree hole, looking at herself.She was dumb, and for some reason, she seemed a little shy, and asked, "When were you here?"

Angel did not answer, but said: "Until that moment just now, I didn't think you were a real saint, a real goddess!"

The saint just smiled silently, and then stepped forward to help her back to the tree hole.

Angel did not refuse, and sat on the fur again with the support of the saint. The saint bent down and picked up some branches and threw them into the bonfire, and then said: "I'm going to clean this thing. Call me if you have anything to do!" He picked up the food sent by the wolves and wanted to go out.

Angel said: "Will you clean up?"

The saint said: "I saw you move your hand at least once, it shouldn't be difficult." At this time, the saint returned to her calm and noble appearance.

Angel took out a dagger from the space bracelet and said, "Use this to clean out the internal organs as well."

The saint took the dagger and nodded and left.

After nearly half an hour, the saint came back with the plucked food. It looked like a small animal like a wild boar. It was fat enough for two people to eat two or three times.

The saint clumsily tried to thread the animal with the iron tongs, while Angel guided from the side: "It's easier to cut it into slices, and it will cook faster!"

Upon hearing this, the saint immediately picked up the dagger and began to cut the flesh.

"Be careful not to cut yourself!" Angel saw her clumsy movements and immediately reminded her.

Who would have thought it would be fine if she didn't speak, but as soon as she spoke, the saint's hand trembled, and the dagger scratched the back of the other hand.

Blood quickly spread from the wound and seeped out of the body.

"Oh, stupid woman!" Angel sighed and wanted to help her.

Unexpectedly, the saint once again used the healing technique to heal her hand, and she seemed to be familiar with it.It was only then that Angel realized that her delicate and white hands were red from the cold and were still trembling uncontrollably.

Presumably, the saint had spent too long cleaning her prey by the river, her hands were already numb from the cold.

"Come here!" Angel ordered with some distress.

The saint turned to look at her without saying a word.

Angel grabbed one of her hands in his arms, then pressed it against his cheek and said, "I happen to have a fever, and my body is hot, so I'll keep you warm!"

Hearing this, the saint quietly watched her hand rubbing against Angel's cheek, and her fingertips clearly felt the heat on Angel's body.After staying for a while, Angel let go of her hand and said, "Be careful in the future, don't think that healing is omnipotent!"

Hearing this, the saint suddenly said, "Actually... Angel, healing is not a good spell."

Angel looked at her suspiciously, and the saint said, "Everything has a price, even the most effective healing technique."

"What is the price of the healing technique?"

The saint said with a sense of freedom in her eyes: "The healing technique actually overdraws the person's life ahead of time, and it does no harm to the performer, but the cured person is just overdrawing his own life force in advance."

"That is to say, the more times a person has been cast with the healing technique, the more serious the injury, and the shorter the life, so Angel, there is no need to overdraw your own vitality in the future to recover so quickly." The saint said.

Angel looked at her fingers and said, "You mean me? But you are the one who has been using healing techniques on yourself!"

A smile appeared on the corner of the saint's mouth: "That's because I don't live long!"

"Ah?" Angel opened her mouth wide, and she suddenly realized that it is said that the saintess is sad to be 50 years old, and the saintess who can live to 43 years old is considered a long life, so it is indeed short-lived!

Sure enough, the saint also spoke: "You don't know that all the saints in the past have short lives, right?"

Angel put away his chin and said, "I know."

The saintess skewered pieces of meat and started grilling, but the words in her mouth continued: "You also know that saintesses are born from the souls of angels descending into the human body, but do you know who descends and how they choose?"

Angel wrapped the fur coat around his body and said, "How do I know, it's a matter of your heavenly realm!"

"Yes!" The saint looked at the bonfire and said, "In fact, every angel who descends to earth is an angel who made mistakes in heaven, and being sent off is actually a punishment, but... if the saint does well, Returning to heaven after death will also receive the reward of the God of Light and the improvement of mana!"

Angel poked his head out towards the saint, with a curious baby's expression: "Then what did you do wrong?"

The saint grinned at her: "Why should I tell you?"

Angel: "..." She retracted her little head and ignored her, seeming a little arrogant.

The saint stretched her head towards her and said, "Can I say that I made mistakes because I was too bored, so I came down to see the world!"

Angel immediately said venomously: "You really look like a dick, even though you are no dick!"

The saint didn't quite understand what Angel meant, but she still slapped her on the head: "It's not a good word!"

Emma, ​​she's getting smarter and smarter, even if she doesn't understand, she knows it's not a good word (⊙o⊙)! ?

The topic of the two of them was closed like this.However, the curiosity in Angel's heart has increased a lot, numb, it seems that the profession of saintess is not easy to talk about, and this saintess is still a trained angel, and there is an urge to gossip instantly!

Of course, although Angel thinks so, she won't do it. Now that her throat is smoky and her stomach is hungry, she feels that it is the most practical solution to the current food and clothing.

After eating the meat, Angel immediately felt that the body's resistance seemed to be strengthened, and his whole body began to heat up rapidly, sweating profusely, and soon fell into a deep sleep again.

When she woke up again, it was already dark outside and she didn't know what time it was.

As for the saint, she was sleeping soundly in her arms, and seemed to be very tired, but the fur coat on her body seemed to be covered with Angel.

Angel felt that the high fever had subsided, and he didn't know whether it was the result of the fever or the meat.But this is no longer a problem for her. In short, it feels great not to be a sick and weak person. At this moment, she even wants to sing a song to express her good mood.

It's a pity that she just wanted to quietly remove the saint's wrist from her waist, but found that the saint's wrist was cold, and her eyelids were shaking rapidly, as if she had entered some nightmare.

At this time, the saint did have a dream, and it was a bad dream. She dreamed that her white wings turned black, and what greeted her was not the brightness of heaven, but the burning fire of hell.

It seemed that the Archangel pointed at himself and gave an order, and then a group of angels rushed forward to kill him. The saint could only helplessly incite the black wings and shouted: "Don't, don't kill me!" She didn't want to kill these old people. partner, but she didn't want to die either.

So she turned around and was about to run away, aimlessly wanting to run away, but when she turned her head suddenly, she bumped into a person.

"Angel!" The saint shouted in surprise.

Angel laughed, coldly and evilly, and then she waved her hand suddenly, as if her eyes were instantly red with blood, and then there were countless screams behind her, and the blood seemed to fill the sky.

"No!" The saint shouted, she don't want to be like this, don't want to kill the world like this!

"Sister Ya, Sister Ya!" Angel's call finally woke up the saint. She opened her eyes and stared blankly at Angel without saying a word.

Angel smiled: "I didn't expect angels to have nightmares! What did you dream about? Looking at me like this, did you dream that I became a big devil?"

The saint ignored Angel's joke, she wanted to sit up, but found her head dizzy.Angel hugged her from behind: "You stupid woman, why did you cover me with all your clothes? Now, I'm fine, you're sick again!"

The saint turned her head to look at her. Angel in front of her seemed very innocent and innocent, but she knew that the girl in front of her had an angelic face, but she was definitely not as innocent as herself.She said suddenly, "I'm sick?"

"Well, low fever, touch your forehead."

The saint touched her head, it was a little hot, and said casually: "It turns out that this is a disease, I feel really uncomfortable, and my nose seems to be unable to breathe!"

Angel laughed and said, "You don't always think that you have an angel physique, and you are free from illness and pain?"

The saint didn't answer and seemed to acquiesce.

Angel was a little embarrassed, so he could only put on his clothes and said to the saint: "You rest, now I will take care of you!"

The saint still didn't answer, she was just in a daze. In fact, she always had the picture of her becoming a fallen angel in her mind. She never seemed to think that she might become a fallen angel, but she felt that her temperament , it is possible.

Fallen angel... Will he really fall?She turned to look at someone who had walked out of the tree hole, what about you?What will become of you again?