Just as Fisher’s complex gaze finally shifted a little upward from the other’s brutal wounds, when he first looked at her face, he suddenly realized that this woman had already woken up at so point. Yet, she was extrely quiet, saying nothing, squinting with a familiar mischievous smile as she looked at him.
However, at this mont, with the injuries on her body, that smile seed sowhat lacking vigor.
"...When did you wake up?"
"Just now."
She said in a hoarse voice, her smile deepening as if she had seen sothing exceptionally bright.
"How long is ’just now’?"
"Hmm...probably when the wound was almost cleaned up? Because your actions were very gentle, completely the opposite of before, so gentle and gentle, it made feel very comfortable~"
Fisher squinted his eyes, as if realizing sothing, expressionless as he crossed his arms and spoke,
"Could it be...standing in front of earlier to stop Master Tao was entirely for the sake of seeing now, worried about you out of guilt?"
Perhaps Fisher wouldn’t have such suspicions about others, and perhaps that wasn’t his true inner thought. But nevertheless, at this mont, maybe it was to seek the truth, or maybe it was to give himself an excuse; in reality, he spoke out loud.
Fisher didn’t know what answer he wanted, just forcibly lifting his gaze from her mutilated wounds, focusing solely on her face.
Unexpectedly, Helair’s smile on her face seed to spill out like an opened wine jar with thick drunkenness. She slightly turned her head to et Fisher’s gaze, with her slightly disheveled golden hair forming bangs, like the morning dew on He Cao, partially covering one of her eyes.
At this mont, her state was fragile, like a broken-wing butterfly falling into Fisher’s palm, fluttering its wings sideways, letting you feel a tickle deep within your heart.
Faced with her blue-gold scattered pupils, Fisher could only get that maddening, smiling, vague answer.
"Hmm...So is it or is it not?"
The teasing evil evidently incited an unnaable rage, engendering a desire to bully and teach her a lesson; but her fragile wounds and the backlit silhouette like morning light occupied all vision, making him want to cherish.
"You rascal..."
Looking at Helair in front of him, Fisher couldn’t resist the urge to lower his head and seize her lips, a response similar to both adoration and reprimand, matching her ambiguous answer.
But seeing her flickering Light Halo, Fisher eventually refrained.
After hesitating for a mont, he awkwardly reached out to smooth out the disheveled golden bangs on her head, while she smiled and closed her eyes, silently and rightfully enjoying Fisher’s service, leaving Fisher grinding his teeth in annoyance.
This rascal is still that much in need of discipline.
"Boom!"
Just when Fisher was exasperated, wanting to teach her a lesson, the sky suddenly flashed with dense Thunder Light, and the thunderous roar drew everyone’s attention except Helair, who couldn’t move, resting well on the ground.
Necolia stood up and looked towards the direction of the distant sandstorm, only to find there was no lightning there.
But soon, her confusion disappeared.
Because in the next second, the clouds above them dispersed layer by layer, and then an Angel flew down holding a trident shaped like lightning.
The Angel’s black hair and brown skin were neutral, precisely the Angel Leader who had co to support them earlier, responsible for overseeing the mortal world’s first day, Remiel.
At this mont, his originally intact clothing was half-rotted, with plenty of peach blossom marks on his genderless upper body, yet neither his head’s Light Halo nor his wings showed any damage.
"Is it over there already?"
Hooked kiss also popped its head out of the sea, muttering a sentence, watching Remiel slowly descending towards them.
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