Chapter 627 It always hurts
It wasn't until the saint pointed out the meaning contained in the small title that Ran Ran realized how different she was from others in how they treated the saint.
She did not have a humble heart towards the status and power of the saint.
But this is right and in line with the rules of her world - everyone is equal.
The weak can respect the strong, but they must not be humble.
When Ranran was thinking a lot, the saint suddenly reached out and touched her head.
Because she occupies Shen Yanwen's body, she is now a head taller than the saint, so the saint's face is raised when she performs this action.
Ran Ran looked at the saint in surprise, and the saint narrowed her eyes with satisfaction like the owner who had touched a spiritual pet cat.
"Don't worry about me. I have emphasized to you many times that you have to have confidence in me."
Although the saint's face is pale, her eyebrows and eyes are full of confidence and she doesn't seem to be faking it.
Ran Ran looked at it, her anxious heart gradually letting go, "I ask this, not just because I am worried about my own situation. I am indeed concerned about your physical condition, Your Highness."
The saint girl smiled when she heard this, "This is really comforting to hear." As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to pinch Ran Ran's face and sighed.
"I really want to see what you really look like."
"Although your current appearance is pleasing to my eyes,... I'm still curious about your true appearance."
Ran Ran's eyelashes trembled. In fact, she also hoped to face the saint with her true face, but unfortunately... it was impossible to achieve.
"My real appearance is no better than Shen Yanwen's appearance. It's nothing good to see." Ran Ran said while breaking away the hand of the saint that was joking with her.
The saint curled her lips, "Sure enough, you are still worried about me, saying such depressing words."
Ran Ran lowered his eyes, "Your Highness, your expression... really makes me worry."
The saint touched her face after hearing this, "What happened to my face? It should not be injured..."
Ran Ran frowned slightly, "Your Highness, can't you even tell whether you are injured? Why?"
The saint shrugged indifferently, "Because it hurts all the time."
Ran Ran's eyes narrowed, and it turned out to be like this... The saint's body had been abnormally cold, and her face had been abnormally pale... It turned out that it was all because of the pain that tortured her all the time.
"Your Highness, aren't you adding injuries to your injuries? You are already suffering from illness, and you were injured just now when you fought against Master Xuanyuan... Your Highness, you shouldn't be so brave!"
The saint had almost never been reprimanded by anyone. She touched her nose unaccustomedly and said, "How can I be brave? It's not as serious as you said."
"Master Xuanyuan was seriously injured because of that Yujue, and his breath is weak. Your Highness, you not only have to resist the impact of that Yujue, but you also have to protect me..." Ran Ran's eyes were full of worry, "Maybe Your Highness, your injury is more serious than Master Xuanyuan! It's just that you have to protect me..." You are so used to the pain that you can’t even notice it!”
The saint opened her eyes wide, "No way, I'm much better than that old man with a white beard."
"Little Yujue, it won't kill me. The old man with the white beard would have died just now if I hadn't taken action."
After being comforted by the saint and clapping her hands, Ran Ran breathed a sigh of relief. After thinking about it, she discovered the problem again.
"It was Master Xuanyuan who initiated the fusion of two pieces of jade into one. If this would kill him, then why would he do it? Doesn't he know the pros and cons?"
The saint had obviously considered the reason before Ran Ran, "According to the behavior of the old man with the white beard, he should not do anything he is not sure about."
"He must know the power of Yujue, but he miscalculated."
"Mistake?" Ran Ran frowned, "Mistake in estimating Yu Jue?"
The saint grinned, "I miscalculated."
As the saint spoke, she narrowed her eyes and looked at Xuanyuan Zhenren outside the formation, "The old man with the white beard may have activated Yu Jue with the idea of dying with me, but he didn't expect..." "Yu Jue can only let me Injury, death or even serious injury are not possible.”
Ran Ran finally felt at ease. No matter how insensitive the saint was to pain, she believed that it was not a serious injury, so the problem was not too serious.
The two of them talked about old times in the formation as if nothing had happened, even though what they experienced could not be considered a separation at all.
Master Xuanyuan has the patience to wait for the saint and Ran Ran to "reminisce about the past", but others do not have this patience.
Especially Taoist Ru Lei.
In his opinion, what the saint did was to treat him as if she was nothing after verbal provocation. It was really hateful!
"Saint Maiden Wushan! Stop flirting with your little lover, I will make sure you speak clearly today!"
The saint suddenly heard a thunderous voice, and the gentle expression on her face disappeared completely in an instant.
She just sneered, "It seems your tongue doesn't want it anymore."
Before she finished speaking, the chilling ice and snow had condensed on her fingertips. No one could react, they could only vaguely hear the sound of a strong spiritual power breaking through the air and cutting through the airflow.
When everyone followed the saint's words and turned their attention to Taoist Ru Lei, they discovered that a thin layer of frost had already condensed on his entire face.
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In the lost pupil, the bright red blood streaks and the thin layer of frost contrasted with each other, making Taoist Ru Lei look... like a corpse.
"Taoist Master Rulei is dead?!" Unbelievable shouts broke out.
Several high-level cultivators from the Qingxiao Sword Sect surrounding Gu Qingjue were the nearest witnesses, but they also saw nothing. They just looked at Taoist Rulei in horror, unable to even make a sound of horror.
The violent heaving of their chests revealed their shocked hearts.
"Brother!" Taoist Ruwei cried, and the deathly silence was broken.
Standing next to the saint, Ran Ran had goosebumps all over her body unconsciously.
"What? Are you scared too?" The coldness on the saint's face remained, and she turned back to look at Ran Ran.
"...Why is this so?" Ran Ran hesitated, but still expressed her true thoughts.
The saintly girl tilted her head in confusion, "Why not, these people came up the mountain to deal with me. If my cultivation level is not high enough, I will be the one who becomes a slave at this moment."
"I don't think it's excessive at all." The saint looked at her slender fingers slowly, "Since he can't speak well, there is really no need to keep that tongue."
Ran Ran was only shocked for a moment at which word in Taoist Ru Lei's words touched the saint and made her act so cruelly.
The next second the saint took the initiative to give the answer.
"He said you are my pretty boy, aren't you angry?"
Ran Ran was forced to survive and nodded by mistake.
The Saint then showed a satisfied smile, "Yes, you are not a pretty boy, you are my kind."
"It's hard to forgive him for looking down on you so much."
Ran Ran couldn't help but break out in cold sweat. Fortunately...she followed the Saint's wishes and answered, otherwise the Saint would probably have thrown her "similar" into a camp that didn't recognize her.
A person as powerful and willful as the Saint could not tolerate disobedience, not to mention that she recognized her very much and classified her as a similar person.
Disobedience of the same kind only adds to the sin and is equivalent to betrayal.
If Ran Ran remembered correctly, the saint hated betrayal.