Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 737 742 The Holy Maiden
Halfway through Meng Su's words, the cheongsam woman in front of him suddenly raised her hand, and the pale golden bell jingled.

A sound wave turned into substance and hit the street behind the woman.

"Ding!"

The crisp sound of sword clashing sounded.

Meng Su's face was slightly stunned, and he immediately raised his head, pressing his fingers on the hilt of the sword beside him.

"Who is there?"

"come out!"

"Yo!"

"Old friend who hasn't seen you for a long time, do you just greet him in this simple and rude way?"

"It really makes me sad!"

Like a coquettish, soft and charming voice that has been mellowed a thousand times, accompanied by an enchanting figure slowly approaching.

The sound of high heels stepping on the bluestone street is crisp and clean.

Three figures.

Slowly walked in front of the six people.

Turning around, the cheongsam woman staring at Earl Xiyuan frowned slightly.

"Rochester, Hemia."

"...Who gave you the courage to appear in front of me so openly?"

"Do you not want your life?"

When the Earl of Xiyuan heard this, the smile on his face became even brighter. She deliberately took two steps forward, clutching her chest softly.

Make a frightened look.

His eyes widened slightly.

"Your Excellency, your threat is really useful."

"Then you kill me now."

The cheongsam woman known as the saint narrowed her eyes slightly.

An invisible aura spread out from around him.

The faint gentle aura on the saintess still exists, but it seems to hide the blade, which makes people dare not look directly at it.

Sakura and Swell silently pressed their hands on their weapons, waiting to start the battle at any time.

The skin on their bodies was tense, and Swail's whole body was even more agitated.

As if, at any time, he was going to risk his life to fight with the opponent.

Simia stood there calmly, smiling.

The muscles all over her body were very relaxed, not at all like two subordinates who were facing a big enemy, as if they were not worried that the other side would start a war with him at all.

"grown ups."

Meng Su stood in front of the saint and called her softly.

The girl raised her hand slightly.

Meng Su immediately took two steps back.

The saint laughed softly.

"I heard that you are doing very well in the imperial capital of country C."

"Also mixed with the name of an earl."

"Compared with you, your blood compatriots are much more miserable."

The saint's words were not rushed.

"Most of their strongholds in Europe have been smashed by us."

"The only remaining big prince, leading the remaining blood clans, huddled in the only castle in Northern Europe."

"It's really unexpected. The ancient blood clan who has always prided itself on being noble and elegant doesn't even have the courage to fight."

"This has caused us a lot of trouble."

The smile on Earl Xiyuan's face did not restrain himself because of the other party's words. On the contrary, the smile on her lips deepened.

"Thank you so much."

"That group of stupid guys deserves to learn some lessons."

"However, I also heard," Simia said calmly, "You are in the hands of the paladins of St. Ann's Church, but you have suffered a lot and lost a lot of people."

"What a pity!"

The saint's bright eyes finally showed a little bit of emotional fluctuation, bringing out a touch of depth.

She was on tiptoe.

Standing a little taller, the woman in the cheongsam stood in the void, looking down at the Earl of Xiyuan on the opposite side.

"Hemia."

"It's not decades ago."

(End of this chapter)