Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 858
The cold air in the saintess' eyes flashed past, she turned around, and walked away first.

After the men behind looked at each other, they quickly followed.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

They also thought that Her Royal Highness, who was mad and irritable, would disagree with each other, so they killed them.

Unexpectedly, he was lucky enough to get his life back.

The saint strode to a closed house.

Seven or eight guards stood at the door of the house.

Seeing the saintess leader approaching from a distance, the guards all bowed and saluted.

"I have seen Her Majesty the Holy Maiden."

"Well, open the door."

The saint said lightly, and the guard immediately took out the key and opened the door.

The saint stepped into the room. The room was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.

In the room, there was not a single light on.

The saint raised her hand slightly, and a ball of light ignited in her palm.

She walked slowly towards the man sitting by the bed.

Yin Qingxuan sat in the dark.

He noticed the light, turned his head slightly, and his eyes were calm.

"Mr. Yin."

"It's been a long time since we saw each other."

Yin Qingxuan looked indifferent.

"At the age of Her Majesty, the period of parting between me and you must have been but a short time for Her Majesty."

No woman is willing to listen to others secretly mocking her for being old, and a faint gleam appeared on the face of the saint.

But soon, she restrained her again.

Holding the flame in her hand, she sat on the chair opposite Yin Qingxuan.

"... Mr. Yin has been doing well these few days."

"If my subordinates don't take good care of anything, it's okay to talk about it."

"I promise, I will teach them a lesson."

Yin Qingxuan glanced at the saint with an unclear expression, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, elegant and handsome.

"Saint, I advise you not to play this kind of psychological defense game with me. It is useless to me."

He had been the world's best killer, the best assassin, the best... spy.

I don't know how many times I have been interrogated, and I don't know how many times I have escaped from death.

"The little mind games you're playing are like child's play to me."

He thought he was locked in a dark room by himself.

No one answers the door, no one listens to the words.

When a person is locked in a cramped and dark room, usually within two or three days, he will develop mental illness and even be driven crazy.

But Yin Qingxuan is different.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his gentle and smiling eyes were still the same as usual, as if carrying the warmth and morning light of spring.

A gentle gentleman is as sharp as cutting, as sharp as grinding.

Seeing that the game she was playing had no effect on Yin Qingxuan, the saint sneered.

"It's hard to imagine!"

"...You will become like this, are you still you?"

"I am what I want to be."

Yin Qingxuan's eyes were pale and indifferent.

"Your spell didn't work, so, have you come here yourself?"

The girl squinted her eyes.

"Don't look at me with this kind of eyes, what you do to me. I don't know myself?"

"Don't waste your time."

"It's not certain who is wasting their efforts in vain."

The holy maiden's hands suddenly formed seals, and layers of black air gushed out from her palms, instantly covering the blaze.

The flame dimmed, and the whole room became dark again, without light.

The girl pointed out.

"Control the soul."

"Lock the soul."

(End of this chapter)