Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 842 On the Other Side of the Light 03
The light suddenly brightened, and Man Luo's eyes were filled with whiteness, and the accompanying figure gradually disappeared in the white light, and the surroundings were deathly silent.

There is only my own breathing and heartbeat next to my ears.

Man Luo stretched out his hand forward, and with just this one movement, the surrounding lights seemed to be inspired, rushing towards her.

What had been missing seemed to return to this body.

Man Luo's eyes became darker and darker. She fell on her back, but the white light caught her in good time. As more and more white light poured in, she slowly fell into a deep sleep.

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The chains collided, and the dull sound rang in my ears.

The pain in the wrist gradually became clearer.

Then came the sound of ticking water.

"Saint, shall we continue? If this continues, she will die." The old man reminded slightly nervously.

"Are you worried about her?" A gentle voice sounded, asking gently and peacefully.

"How is it possible, this kind of monster." The old man's tone was tinged with disgust.

"Since it's a monster, how could it be so easy to die, don't worry." The gentle female voice was unhurried.

Familiar voices, familiar conversations, dusty memories rippled, Man Luo smiled, and opened his closed eyes little by little.

In front of her, stood a young girl dressed in holy white clothes. The young girl's expression was gentle, and her eyes fell on her.

And that face was exactly the same as Man Luo's.

But the treatment of the two is very different, one is neat and tidy, surrounded by people, respected, and enjoys the fanatical pursuit of the people.

And the other, ragged and chained, was hidden in the darkest cell, living a life of nothing.

Manro moved her body, turned her head and looked to the side, a bloody dagger was thrown on the ground, and the old man held a container like a cup in her hand, dripping blood under her fresh wound.

It was there that the dripping sound she heard just now came from.

Faced with such a situation, Manro didn't feel panicked and afraid, but got used to it.

For so many years, she has been locked up like a monster.

She has long been used to the pain of the wound, the dizziness from blood loss, and the disgust and fear in everyone's eyes.

When the girl saw that she was awake, a little surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she smiled gently: "Man Luo, you are awake."

Man Luo raised his eyes to look at her, blinked his eyes slightly, his tone was calm, and his smile was even gentler than that of a girl: "Yes, I'm awake."

Such a calm reaction made Manyu frowned, and the displeasure was fleeting in her eyes.

She hated this face that was like hers, hated that it showed a look like hers.

However, as the saint of the Holy See, she had to maintain her noble image.

"The demons are rampant outside, the people are persecuted, we need more blood to make holy water, but don't worry, I will definitely be careful, and I will never let your life be in danger..."

Man Luo listened to her words, smiled lowly, she raised her eyes to look directly at Man You's eyes, the chain trembled slightly with her movements, and made a small sound: "Man You, you've been pretending for so many years, aren't you tired?"

The expression on Manyou's face was slightly stiff, and after a while, she returned to a gentle smile: "I can protect everyone from the persecution of demons, I am not tired."

Listening to this disgusting answer, a slight irony appeared in Man Luo's eyes. She lowered her eyes and said nothing more to the other party.

It wasn't until the container was full that the old man casually bandaged Manro's wound.

"Manro, it should be a very honorable thing to contribute to the Holy See. I will pray like God to let you return to God's embrace."

(End of this chapter)