Chapter 627 It Hurts All the Time
It was not until the Saint pointed out the meaning behind this small title that Ranran realized how different she and others were in their attitude towards the Saint.
She did not feel humble about the status and power of the saint.
But this is right and in line with the code of conduct in her world - everyone is equal.
The weak can respect the strong, but they must never be humble.
When Ranran was lost in thought, the saint suddenly reached out and touched her head.
Because she occupied Shen Yanwen's body, she was a head taller than the saint at the moment, and therefore the saint was looking up when she did this action.
Ranran looked at the saint in surprise, while the saint squinted her eyes in satisfaction, like the owner of a pet cat.
"Don't worry about me. I've emphasized to you many times that you should have faith in me."
Although the saint's face was pale, her eyes were full of confidence and she didn't seem to be faking it.
Ran Ran watched, and her heart gradually calmed down. "I asked this question not just out of concern for my own situation, but because I am really concerned about your health, Your Highness."
The saint smiled when she heard this, "That's really comforting to hear." As she spoke, she reached out and pinched Ranran's face, sighing.
"I really want to see what you really look like."
"Although I like your current appearance, I am still curious about what you really look like."
Ranran's eyelashes trembled. In fact, she also hoped to face the saint with her true face, but unfortunately... it was impossible.
"My real appearance is not as good as Shen Yanwen's. There's nothing good to see." Ran Ran said as she broke away from the saint's joking hand.
The Saint curled her lips, "Sure enough, you are still worried about me, saying such discouraging words."
Ran Ran lowered her eyes, "Your Highness, your complexion... really makes me worried."
The Saint touched her face after hearing this and said, "What's wrong with my face? I think it's not injured..."
Ran Ran frowned slightly, "Your Highness, can't you even tell if you are injured? Why?"
The Saint shrugged nonchalantly, "Because it hurts all the time."
Ran Ran's pupils shrank. So that's what was happening... The Saint's body had been abnormally cold, and her face had been abnormally pale... It turned out that it was all because of the illness that was tormenting her all the time.
"Your Highness, aren't you adding insult to injury? You were already ill, and you were injured when you fought with Master Xuan Yuan just now... Your Highness, you shouldn't be so stubborn!"
The Saint had almost never been scolded before, so she touched her nose uncomfortably and said, "I'm not showing off. It's not as serious as you say."
"Master Xuanyuan was seriously injured by the Jade Jue and his breath is weak. Your Highness, you not only have to resist the impact of the Jade Jue, but also have to protect me..." Ran Ran's eyes were full of worry, "Maybe your injury is more serious than Master Xuanyuan's! It's just that you have become accustomed to the pain and can't feel it!"
The Saint opened her eyes wide, "No way, I'm much better than that old man with white beard."
"Little Yujue, it won't kill me. If I hadn't taken action against the old man with white beard, he would have died just now."
After receiving the saint's comforting clapping, Ranran finally breathed a sigh of relief. But after thinking about it, she discovered another problem.
"It was Master Xuan Yuan who took the initiative to combine the two jade beads. If this move would cost him his life, why would he do it? Could it be that he didn't know the pros and cons?"
The Saint had obviously thought about the reason before Ran Ran, "According to the old man with white beard's behavior, he shouldn't do anything he is not sure of."
"He must have known how powerful Yu Jue was, but he miscalculated."
"Mistake?" Ran Ran frowned, "Miscalculated Yu Jue?"
The Saint grinned, "You miscalculated me."
As the Saint said this, she narrowed her eyes and looked at Xuan Yuan Zhenren outside the formation, "The old man with white beard may have activated the Jade Jue with the intention of dying with me, but he didn't expect that..." "The Jade Jue can only injure me, but it can't kill me or even seriously injure me."
Ranran finally felt relieved. No matter how insensitive the saint was to pain, she believed that she was not seriously injured, so the problem was not too serious.
The two of them were chatting and reminiscing in the formation as if nothing had happened, even though what they had experienced could not be considered a farewell at all.
Master Xuanyuan had the patience to wait for the Saint Girl and Ranran to "reminisce the past", but others did not have this patience.
Especially Taoist Ru Lei.
In his opinion, what the saint did was to provoke him verbally and then ignore him, which was really hateful!
"Saintess Wushan! Stop flirting with your little lover. I want you to make your words clear today!"
The saint suddenly heard a thunderous sound, and the gentle expression on her face disappeared completely in an instant.
She just sneered, “It seems that your tongue is not wanted anymore.”
Before she finished her words, the murderous aura of ice and snow had already condensed on her fingertips. No one reacted in time, they only vaguely heard the sound of a strong spiritual force breaking through the air and cutting through the air.
When everyone turned their attention to Taoist Ru Lei following the Saint's words, they discovered that a thin layer of frost had already condensed on his entire face.
In his pupils that had lost their luster, the bright red bloodshot and the thin layer of frost complemented each other, making Taoist Ru Lei look... like a corpse.
"Master Ru Lei is dead?!" A cry of disbelief broke out.
The several senior practitioners of Qingxiao Sword Sect who were surrounding Gu Qingjue were the most recent witnesses, but they also saw nothing. They just stared at Taoist Ru Lei in horror, unable to even utter a sound of fear.
The violent heaving of their chests revealed their shocked hearts.
"Brother!" Taoist Ruwei cried, and the deathly silence was broken.
Ran Ran stood next to the saint and unconsciously got goose bumps all over his body.
"What? Are you afraid too?" The coldness on the saint's face had not yet dissipated, and she turned around and looked at Ranran.
"…Why must it be so?" Ran Ran hesitated, but still spoke out his true thoughts.
The Saint tilted her head in confusion, "Of course not. This group of people came up the mountain to deal with me. If my cultivation was not high enough, I would be the one being slaughtered right now."
"I don't think it's excessive at all." The Saint looked at her slender jade-like fingers slowly, "Since he can't speak properly, there is really no need to keep that tongue."
For a moment, Ranran was only shocked as to which word in Taoist Ru Lei's words had touched the saint and made her act so cruelly.
The next second, the saint took the initiative to give an answer.
"He said you were my gigolo, aren't you angry?"
Driven by the desire to survive, Ranran nodded inexplicably.
The Saint then revealed a satisfied smile, "That's right, you are not a gigolo, you are my kind."
"It's hard to forgive him for thinking so little of you."
Ranran couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Fortunately... she answered according to the Saint's wishes, otherwise the Saint would probably have put her, a "kind of person", into the camp that did not recognize her.
A person as powerful and willful as the Saint would not tolerate disobedience, not to mention that she recognized her very much and classified her as one of her own.
Disobedience of one's own kind will only make the crime more serious and be tantamount to betrayal.
If Ranran remembered correctly, the Saint hated betrayal very much.
