Is it really a straight girl?

"You clearly said..." Mi Ji was unable to make up words in his dream.

"Yes, I lied to Miji just now, because I hope you can take medicine, I'm sorry." Lianhua admitted easily.

"..."

"Resurrection is impossible." Lianhua said it again to the person in front of her seriously: "A body with a similar appearance can be easily refined, but the only soul of the deceased can never be found—even if Just a few seconds passed, and it is impossible to find that soul again."

"The real resurrection technique is considered to be the end of magic, but it is like absolute zero. Human beings will never have the ability to resurrect from the dead in a true sense." The stylishly dressed girl said slowly, when she spoke these indifferent words, Complicated emotions were also revealed in her pupils.

No one sees this fleeting emotion.

"Dead is dead." Lianhua also sighed: "Even if you use beautiful words to cover it up, this is an unchangeable and irreversible fact."

"Because this is the law of the world."

This sentence fell behind, and Mi Ji never heard back.

She changed back to the way she ignored people before, curling up her body in the cold air.

After Lianhua finished speaking, she sat quietly on the spot for a few minutes, silently looking at Miss Miji in front of her.

Watching her disordered breathing become even, watching the other person's trembling body relax from time to time.

The man fell asleep again.

The girl with short bob hair stood up, slowed down, found a quilt from the daily necessities box at the side, slowly unwrapped it, and put it on Mi Ji silently.

After doing this, he turned and left the room.

……

It was raining lightly outside the house today, and the previous sunlight had been covered, and there was a dull rumble of thunder rolling in the dark clouds.

Miji's peaceful sleep was disturbed by this sound, but his consciousness was dragged back to reality.

It's so good in the dream... I don't remember anything in the dream, I don't think of anything, it's like a different person.

But reality is cold.

After opening his eyes in a daze, he did not know how many times he saw the familiar pure white ceiling.

The body has become warm, no longer as hot and cold as before.

The cool air in the morning also added some food aroma, and the empty stomach made Mi Ji unconsciously turn his attention to the breakfast placed on the desk.

It's just that the slightly rising sense of hunger is not enough for Mi Ji to get out of bed and walk out of the current absent-mindedness and powerlessness.

Memories slowly surged up, and the girl with purple pupils gradually recalled what happened before.

"Lianhua...?" She said to herself.

She recalled that this breakfast was delivered by Miss Lianhua, and she also remembered that she had been given medicine.

Miss Lianhua seemed to have been sitting in her room and beside her bed for a long time.

After opening his eyes, Mi Ji looked around in confusion, and saw the small plastic round stool beside his bed, and the opened cardboard box in the distance.

In that big cardboard box, there should be replacement bed quilts...

I am covering myself now.

Just now, Miki seemed to be naked all the time.

Probably... Ms. Lianhua has seen all the places. .

But for some reason, Miji doesn't particularly care about this now.

If it was normal, he would have blushed shyly, hugged his body tightly and shivered.

Now, being seen is also being seen. After all, nothing special has happened... My current state is like a patient in the hospital. It doesn't matter if I am seen by a friend or a doctor.

important.The topic I talked with Miss Lianhua before.

"Resurrection..." Miji was confused thinking about the previous conversation, while thinking hard, he unconsciously talked to himself.

Lianhua said that this is impossible.

She said that there is no such magic as resurrection from death. Death is the rule of the world, and human beings will never be able to master the ability to resurrect from death.

She was so determined that there was no hesitation in her words.

Miki believed it too.

But the figure of Miss Chitose lying in front of him could not be erased from my mind for a long time.

As long as you close your eyes, you can see this figure with its contours and colors.

"Humans, can't do it?" Mi Ji whispered in confusion.

Miss Lianhua's earnest and confident voice also lingered in Miji's ears.

But Miji still remembers Miss Chitose's body fragrance, she still remembers her appearance when she first saw each other, she still remembers the feeling when she wrapped her arms around her neck before, and she still remembers that pair of pale gold eyes that are naturally peaceful and gentle. The smile healed the way they looked at each other.

Contradictions and entanglements overflowed in the chest, becoming two spiritual forces, fighting and pulling each other.

Countless thoughts turn my mind into endless chaos again, and these thoughts are about to become entangled threads that are constantly tightening and cannot be untied.

In the next moment, a short piece of thought that was trying to stretch out in the thread ball unconsciously touched the heart.

"and many more."

If humans can't do it.

Can my lord do it?

320 Two, Miki has crossed over again!

Among the various scriptures that don't know whether they are myths and legends or official history, among the words related to the gods, there is the word "resurrection".

If human beings don't have the ability to bring the dead back to life, then just ask God, isn't it?

There are magic, witches, and ghosts in this world... so many real gods, it should be possible, right?

The Creator who created the world, the true god in the religious sense, has so many people who believe in his existence... Then, in this different world, he should really exist, right?

You can't live up to everyone's beliefs, so it must exist, eh!

The creator of all things, the gentleman who created light, must have the ability to resurrect the dead, right?According to various legends, His Son, who descended for mankind, was resurrected once.

So, as long as Mi Ji asks for His help, his wish can be fulfilled, right?

At least, it is possible.

The girl made up her mind and nodded slightly.

And Ms. Yachiyo also said before that Yaki is a person who is favored by the gods, and she even made her mistakenly think that Yaki is the so-called savior.

Although he is not a savior, Mi Ji is probably indeed favored by the gods... Maybe this is the source of his special good luck physique.

Then, if you want to revive Miss Chitose, you just need to pray.

Pray, ask that god to help me.

Well, it must be so, that's right, my good luck is the favor and blessing from the gods, that's why Ms. Yachiyo said those strange words, and that's why Yaki has such inexplicable good luck.

Maybe it is because of this god-sama that Miki can travel through time!

So, my lord, I don't care about the matter of you letting Miji cross, please make one of my wishes come true!

Thinking of this, Mi Ji seemed to have some vitality in her heart. She immediately lifted the quilt, quickly turned over on the bed, and stepped on the ground with both feet, completely ignoring the small stains on her body and the incoming air-conditioning.

Footsteps clattered on the wooden planks, and Yaji started to run quickly.

She remembered the cross that Ms. Yachiyo gave her, and she threw it on top of the washing machine together with the maid outfit when she took a shower yesterday.

The girl forcefully opened the frosted glass door of her bathroom to the right. Before the sound of the door pulleys stopped, Miji had already run to the side of the square drum washing machine, fiddled with the clothes on it one by one.

It's like treating a treasure with care.

Little by little, little by little, the fabric was peeled off.

From it, I found the accessory I was looking for.

This is a very textured silver-white cross about the size of half a palm. The silvery surface is dotted with innumerable dots that flicker like stars. The edge has a very special aesthetic feeling.

After finding the cross, she stopped her hasty movements, and her eager heart was relieved a little.

There is only one thing to do now, and she can only do one thing.

Just pray.

Miss Mi Ji exhaled, held the cross in her left hand, held it up to her chest, and then wrapped another layer with her bony right hand.

Close your eyes.

The scene that made her sad appeared in the darkness behind the blue eyes.

That is the reality she wants to change.

"Master God." The girl closed her eyes and said.

In the night, the long hair like purple awns in the starry sky is mixed with the long hair behind the shoulders that are not half covered, and it is blown by the breeze from the window.

She made her wish.

"If I am the one who is favored by you."

"Please grant my wish."

"Please bring Miss Chitose back to life." Regardless of the pain in her hand, the girl clutched the cold cross tightly.

After that, like before, I recited it silently three times in my heart.

But a few seconds later, Miss Miji nervously opened her purple eyes, but the surroundings were still as calm as before.

The tiled floor under his feet was full of water stains, and the damp and cold made his feet feel tingling.

The breeze coming in from the window has the smell of wet earth, the sound of raindrops is endless, and there are occasional muffled thunder in the distance.

In the messy room, the girl only felt normal.

This world is not like a fantasy world with magic at all, because the gods did not answer her prayers.

"That's right... Lord Shenming must be very busy. There are so many people praying every day, how could he listen to me alone..." The girl persuaded herself in this way.

He let out a bitter sigh.