Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

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Elise's heart suddenly shook.

An auditory hallucination echoed in my ears.

'——You are already an adult, so don't cry like a child, control your emotions... and then kill me! '

'Don't make me more miserable'

Those familiar words, familiar voices, familiar facial contours.

She vaguely saw the blond saint lying in her arms, smiling, pointing the dagger at her heart, and ordered her to stab the dagger down.

As the blood spurted out, severe heartache hit her, and she shed bright red tears.

The witch looked up to the sky and screamed, her voice seemed to reach heaven.

tick, tick...

Tears welled up in Elise's eyes, and she knelt down blankly, feeling infected by the emotions in the aftermath of her memory.

Jeanne was startled: "No, are you really crying?"

She was in a hurry.

Elysee grabbed the hand that was wiping randomly on her face, and looked at Jeanne with red eyes: "I remembered the dream."

Jeanne asked carefully: "Did you dream that you were being poked by someone? Or was your partner being poked by someone?"

Elise shook her head: "It's you."

"What? Did I get poked?" Jeanna opened her eyes wide.

Elise pouted and sobbed, "You were killed."

Jeanne: "..."

We are such good sisters, but I secretly ate a few limited edition puddings and cakes. Are you so vindictive?

There have been some minor conflicts recently, which directly caused this saint to be killed in her dream. It was really a duck opening her mouth - no need to do so.

But looking at Elisee's pitiful appearance, clutching the corner of her clothes, Jeanne couldn't get angry.

Angry and funny.

There is the misunderstanding of someone yelling "Have you not eaten yet" after a date and being handed a Snickers bar?

"I couldn't understand for a moment whether you were looking for trouble or if you really cared about me." Jeanne poked Elise's cheek: "What an unlucky child. I am a saint of the Holy Church. Who can kill me? Do you want me?" Go out and ask with your hands on your hips, and shout in the street, 'Who dares to kill me'."

Elyse just lowered her head and silently dropped the little pearl.

Of course she knew who did it, but she just couldn't tell her.

And that's not a dream, it's the future.

My future self will kill Jeanne with my own hands.

But why did it come to this?

What does Jeanne mean by 'more miserable'?

Elise thought of what her husband had said: Jeanne would betray the Church for her own sake, becoming a classic counterexample in the education of saints throughout the Holy Church. This was an extremely accurate fact.

So……

It must be me who has brought misfortune to Jeanne.

Elisee couldn't help but think that the closer she got, the closer she would be to misfortune.

Who can escape the bad luck she brings except Mr.

The evil star is a kind of destiny.

Now that she knew the future would be like this, Elise thought she couldn't go on like this. This was not the future she wanted.

Although the question from the Mouth of Truth broke her defense, it also successfully broke Elise's self-perception. Although she would do anything for revenge, it only included herself.

Elisee took a deep breath, turned to look at Jeanne, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and her expression gradually became serious and serious.

"I have something to say."

"Say." Jeanne is already ready to get up early tomorrow morning to find the priest and ask him to line up to buy a limited edition cake to make amends.

"We..." Elise hesitated for a moment, but quickly gritted her teeth and said decisively: "Let's break off our relationship."

"Okay." Jeanne replied instantly: "Let's break off the relationship now!"

Elysee: "?"

You didn't hesitate for a second?

Do you know how determined I am to say this?

But you didn't even ask for the reason?

The witch's heart was suddenly filled with doubts and confusion, and she even felt a sense of grievance that 'I just said it and you actually agreed' - although she was serious, her reaction at this time was really like that of a girlfriend who was having a conflict with her boyfriend.

Elise opened her mouth and wanted to explain, but she couldn't.

And it’s all been said.

If Jeanne really understood what she meant, she would also accept it seriously.

Although she was sad, she could accept the result.

Even if the friendship cannot continue, it is better than mourning at the grave.

As long as you can live, it will not be a pity even if I am missing from your life.

Elysee's heart was filled with the sadness before parting, and her emotional expression changed from wanting to speak to being taciturn.

As soon as the saint saw Elise's expression changing back and forth, she probably guessed that she might be full of sorrow and resentment, as if she had eaten a dozen Li Qingzhao alive, and she might spit out countless sorrows when she opened her mouth. Psalms come.

Jeanne directly took Elyse's wrist and pulled her out of the confession room, then pushed her back all the way to the door of the Holy Church.

If you want to separate, separate.

If you say break up, break up.

The saint's attitude was straightforward: "Don't send me any more messages today. I'm afraid that others will misunderstand."

Elysee was sent to the gate and held back many words.

She smiled and said one word: "Okay..."

She sniffed and said softly: "But I still have something to say."

"In the days to come, you have to take good care of yourself."

"Don't kick the quilt off when you go to bed at night."

"Remember to comb your hair in the morning."

"Don't bother brushing your teeth with Holy Light."

"Practice your handwriting carefully, don't just practice your signature."

"Remember to ventilate the room frequently."

"Change your underwear once a day."

"..."

The more Jeanna listened, the more speechless she became.

Damn it, why does it look like it’s serious?

Isn’t it the same thing to break up a relationship today and get back together tomorrow?

All little girls are like this.

"Anyway... you have to be happy." Elise smiled through her tears and smiled at Jeanne: "You must be happy."

Jeanne opened her mouth, now regretting that she had agreed too decisively just now.

But now it was too late to regret and explain. After saying the last words, Elise seemed to have put down a heavy burden, waved her hand and left the direction of the church.

Jeanne looked at the back, and the more she looked, the more she felt something was wrong.

The clingy little girl who used to be reluctant to leave her seemed to have suddenly grown up.

There was a strange feeling in her heart that only an old mother could have.

"in argument?"

The priest stood behind and asked, "Are you outspoken again?"

"It's not my fault this time."

Jeanne crossed her arms: "She was emotionally unstable and suddenly broke off the relationship."

"Friendships are lost unexpectedly."

The priest reminded: "If you want to regret it, do it early."

"That's so long-winded, of course I know."

Jeanne said harshly: "I'm just waiting for her to calm down first, so girls of this age are in trouble."

The priest smiled and said, "Aren't you the same age group yourself?"

"I am an innate heroic spirit, can it be the same?" Jeanne said, "I will go see her tomorrow."

The priest said: "Your Highness, you should return to the church headquarters tomorrow and you need to report to the tribunal."

"Can't it be postponed?"

"I'm afraid not. This is related to the church's contribution and evaluation of you."

"..."

"So it's still too late to catch up now."

"...No need!" Jeanne turned around and said: "You get up at five o'clock tomorrow morning, go to the Cantarita Bakery and buy the latest limited edition red velvet chocolate cake, and then I will write a letter and send them Give it to Elysee together."

The priest smiled and said, "I'm afraid this will cause misunderstanding."

The saint said calmly: "Who would misunderstand? Oh, you don't know yet."

"Elyse has a boyfriend."

Chapter 646 Three hundred and sixty-five miles away

The boat bumped and bumped.

Bai Yu opened his eyes.

He had just had a dream.

I dreamed of someone sleeping next to me...

Snapped!

"Ouch!" Cordelia cried out in pain.

Three seconds later, he stood up holding his waist: "Why did you kick me suddenly?"

"That's my problem, why are you sleeping on my bed?"

"I can't sleep alone." Cordelia hugged the pillow: "And there are ghosts everywhere here. I'm scared."

"I believe you are a ghost. How can you, a holy lady of the Holy Church, be afraid of ghosts?"

"Just because you've been beaten doesn't mean you're not afraid." Cordelia put down the pillow: "Besides, I'm fully dressed, so I don't mind. What do you mind?"

"You should be glad that I mind." Bai Yu put his hand on his forehead: "Can you please give me some private space?"

The saint sat on the bed holding a pillow and moved to the corner: "Is this enough?"

Bai Yu stood up decisively: "...I'm going to sleep on the deck right now."

Cordelia wanted to say something else, but the quilt rushed towards her and quickly wrapped her into an egg roll shape.

Bai Yu pulled out the Lion Heart Spear, transformed it into a chain, and locked the quilt.

The saint lay on the bed like a caterpillar: "I can't move with you like this! How can I go to the toilet!"