Chapter 618 Similar
The Saint's awe-inspiring power is stronger than anyone Ranran has ever met. Compared with the Saint, the Flower Eater is like a turbulent river meeting the boundless ocean.
Ran Ran could only feel that the Saint was unfathomable.
She swallowed hard, trying to choose the right words so as not to anger this moody and unpredictable saint.
"I'm just curious as to why you think so, Your Highness."
The saint tilted her head, a gentle smile on her fair face. She stretched out her slender fingers and slowly stroked Ranran's cheek. The breeze ruffled her clothes, and she looked like a pure white flower blooming high in the sky.
"Can't you relate to that? This feeling of being out of place?"
However, behind this pure white beauty is a murderous intent that is pure and innocent.
In the vast martial arts arena and the reflection of the pale sky, several people swayed like balloons, following the fingers of the saint's left hand.
The difference was that the saint's fingers moved gently and gracefully like plucking the strings of a guitar, while those men were waving their tentacles wildly like mad giant octopuses.
Soon, bright red blood spurted out in the air, fluttering like a red rain, adding a new color to the empty background.
No one can withstand that level of impact, not even cultivators.
It looks like a naughty kid just pulling a balloon at random, but when you are actually in it and become the balloon being manipulated, you can only feel the impact of your internal organs being squeezed by the huge force at every moment.
And this sense of impact does not come from one direction, but from all directions as it swings!
Maybe the internal organs were squeezed into a thin layer in the last second, and the next second the impact force in the opposite direction followed, forcing the internal organs to fall suddenly in another direction.
In this way, under the extreme pulling and falling, the whole person can only feel the pain as if being torn into pieces.
Squeeze and tear! Squeeze again and tear again!
During this period, the mouth cannot speak and the ears cannot hear.
The dizziness caused by the violent impact makes it difficult for people to react!
Ranran suppressed the fear in her heart. This was not just her conjecture. The first person who was treated like this by the saint, except for shouting twice when he floated into the air, never made any sound again.
This is a kind of extreme punishment that does not seem to cause any pain.
The saint girl gently moved her jade-like fingertips as if she was performing a magic trick for Ranran. Several tiny points of light moved with her and fell behind her fingertips, about to fall.
She approached Ranran, and her beautiful face enlarged in front of Ranran, along with her hand that looked like a white jade sculpture.
It was clearly a very beautiful scene, but Ranran broke out in a cold sweat.
She knew clearly that the few faint lights falling on the saint's fingertips were the people hanging in the air.
"I and these people appear in your eyes at the same time. What can you feel?"
"Is it your understanding of me, or..."
"Sympathy for these people?"
Ranran would not deceive her own heart. She would not hypocritically express that she only had sympathy for those few people, nor could she swear that she only had understanding for the saint.
She's not that heartless.
She has changed, traveling from one world to another.
The seal and power took away her emotions, but by interacting with people from different worlds, she could feel her emotions returning little by little.
Ranran didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
"Is it difficult to answer?" The saint's voice brought Ranran back to reality.
"I could tell the first time I saw you that you and I are of the same kind. Even if we are not exactly alike, we are definitely of the same kind."
"If our roles were completely reversed today, I can totally understand why you did this."
Ranran opened her mouth and wanted to say something in rebuttal, but the trembling feeling she felt when facing the saint made her unable to speak.
That's not the case. The only person the Saint could understand was herself, because if their identities were really swapped, she would never do such a thing like the Saint did.
She has the most basic respect for human life and she knows how precious life is.
In her world, there are thousands of people who need her to save.
The saint lifted Ranran's chin with her fingertips, forcing Ranran to look up.
"These people, no matter if they were the ones I threw into the sky, Xuanyuan Zhenren, Gu Qingjue, or even the Demon Lord... I can't get this kind of feeling from any of them."
"Only you." Ranran was in a trance. It turned out that this was the reason why the saint treated her specially.
Because they are of the same kind.
She realized belatedly that she seemed to have always ignored the importance of these two words.
[Same kind], perhaps closer than friends, lovers, or even blood-related relatives. This is a kind of relationship that does not even need time to strengthen. The intimacy brought by this relationship will be faintly apparent when two people first meet.
All feelings of familiarity at first sight and love at first sight are because two people are of the same kind to some extent.
The similarities between the two make them understand each other in some or even multiple aspects, and they will have similar views on many things.
The few similarities will urge both parties to seek more common points in each other.
The more solitary and reclusive one is, the more urgent this behavior will be.
Just as the saint did to Ranran at this moment.
Unfortunately, Ranran is destined not to be exactly the same as the saint.
If they were all non-human species, then in comparison, Ranran would never want to become a lunatic like the saint.
But right now, what she needed to do was not to say such words to provoke the saint, which would not benefit anyone.
"But has anyone ever said something like this to you, Your Highness?"
The saint's expectant expression suddenly turned cold.
"It does not matter."
Ranran was expecting the saint's reaction, because the saint asked her these questions in the hope of gaining a sense of recognition from her.
But her answer was completely off the mark, so of course the Saint would be unhappy.
But there was no other way. She had to bear the consequences of the Saint's emotional fluctuations temporarily. This was her reason to bear it, and it was also a stopgap measure to prevent the situation from getting worse.
Ran Ran really didn't know how to comfort the Saint in this state. In terms of the time he had known the Saint, Ran Ran was probably less than many people present.
Such a difficult task as comforting the saint should not fall on her.
In fact, in Ranran's opinion, a war is inevitable.
Because the person who intended to start this war was the Saint, and no one in this world could restrain the Saint.
No one could make the saint give up this idea, not even her own kind.
Ran Ran thought that he didn't have such great ability yet.
"Has the Saint finished her nonsense?"
The voice of Xuanyuan Zhenren suddenly sounded with a sense of vicissitudes.
Ranran was stunned, and the saint was also stunned, but soon, a smile gradually appeared on the saint's face.
It was a smile that gradually widened, and as the smile grew larger, a feeling of madness gradually gathered within it.
The Saint finally burst out laughing, "Shen Yanwen, did you hear that?"
"Master Xuanyuan still thinks I'm joking. What does this mean?"
The Saint didn't even give Ran Ran a chance to answer, "This means that what I'm doing now is not even a small fight for them."
"It's still not excessive enough."
Ranran heard the saint sighing like this.
The next second, the saint turned around and looked down at Master Xuanyuan in the martial arts field from above. Their cold gazes met and they ignored the pleas of the people around them.
"Bang bang bang!"
Sounds like fireworks exploding rang out one after another.
The people floating in the air exploded into blood flowers that were more gorgeous than the other.
