"Female donor? I haven't heard you say this for a long time. Do you know that when I was in the ice coffin, I was always having a dream, a dream where I lived as Alina. I met my nephew, fell in love with him in a daze, and then watched the whole family in the dream be slaughtered."

The monk vaguely understood the key to the matter and said in a deep voice:

"Is the divine power of the Ice and Snow Goddess playing a role? When the divine power is asleep, there will always be a dream of its own. The Holy Blood Sword may have the ability to attract divinity."

Bastiya's eyes stared at the monk with a calm face, trying to find something from his face, but Huigang did not show any signs. She was just looking at him quietly. The look of disappointment flashed across the Marquis's face, but she continued to talk. As she told her, her body lay flat and looked at the sky with her eyes:

"After the fight against the Dragon Scorpion, you healed me. The first time I felt warmth in my life was that time. Now I still feel my face blushing."

The things that happened when he had just arrived in this world were at this moment by the female sword saint who was actually very strange in front of him. There was no turmoil in Huigang's heart, just some sour memories, but this feeling just flashed by.

At this time, the Marquis had no longer paid attention to the monk's feelings, but was just talking slowly there:

"I was very jealous of Fei'er at that time. She was so lucky. Why can I get so close to you? I can't do it, and I still have this and that kind of things."

It seemed as if he was tired of speaking, the Marquis stopped her words. Huigang murmured and chanted the Qingxin Mantra. After a while, the Marquis who was already silent suddenly broke out and stared at the monk and cursed:

"Are you still a man? I suspect you are the believer of the Snow Goddess. Do you still have any feelings? You bastard!!"

As he was talking, he saw the rapid expression on the Marquis's face change. The tears flowing out of his eyes quickly turned into a small cube of ice, falling to the ground, melting into water droplets, and then disappearing into dust. Suddenly, Bastiya laughed out loud, and the laughter became smaller and smaller.

"You are also a god, you are also a god. When you come to this swamp this time, you must be thinking about seizing the divinity of Fei'er and me, right? But you didn't expect that this is the dream of the goddess of nature, hahaha~~"

After a few sharp smiles, Bastiya's strength seemed to be completely used up. Huigang looked at her quietly, and he never stopped reciting. Bastiya finally returned to her calmness. After a while, she spoke there:

"Folite, you don't understand the girl's mind. Do you know that I have divine nature, and my divine body still has water droplets on my face, and the water droplets are constantly dripping on the ground.

Huigang did not wipe it, allowing these water droplets to flow freely on her face, but, just, it was particularly like tears.

All the monks have just come to this world, spending the years in the gravel town, and those that make people blush. Now they think about it may make people cry

"Do you know how to fight?"

"Where are you touching? This is not healing."

"I miss you so much"

"I can't give up on my companions, don't worry about me."

"After getting the Sword of Holy Blood, I'll come back to find you."

....

"If I didn't see you, that would be great..."

Henry had already finished his preparations and walked back. When he saw the monk sitting there chanting words that he could not understand, Bastiya, who was lying there, muttered unconsciously, and knew what was going on. Although he had no good feelings for the Marquis of Leggins, who had always been an enemy, he had fought side by side for such a long time.

He still felt a little sad in his heart. Huigang closed his eyes there, and had already felt something in the marquis in front of him constantly dissipating. In his sea of ​​consciousness, there was endless empty space around him, but in front of him there was a crystal white light, the white light and crystal clear slowly drifting, as if frozen ice was constantly melting and floating in the wind.

"Are we doing nothing?"

Swordsman Henry asked carefully behind him, and looked at the monk's expression. Huigang's expression seemed to be frozen, without any change. He did not answer the words of Swordsman Henry. Henry also understood in his heart that the female swordsman's situation would probably not be cured.

Moreover, the difference between Dou Qi and energy attributes, rashly exerting them may cause disaster consequences.

The ice crystal clearness in the monk's sea of ​​consciousness was completely dissipated. In Huigang's keen hearing, the marquis lying there had stopped breathing and completely disappeared signs of life.

The monk slowly opened his eyes. Bastiya in front of him had calmly stopped all signs of life. The temperature around him began to slowly become cold. Huigang knew that this was the last remaining energy and divinity in the Marquis's body began to overflow uncontrollably.

Sure enough, Binghan did not last long. Binghan then took it back without any effort. Bastiya's body began to be wrapped in cold air. She slowly couldn't see clearly her body and face. It was covered with a thick white breath as thick as milk, which was the concentration of Binghan.

The white air became heavier and heavier. Henry stood there and just watched quietly. The white air slowly dissipated. In front of the two people was an extremely crystal ice cube, with Bastiya hanging in the middle. The weakness on the Marquis's face disappeared completely, as if an extremely exquisite sculpture condensed there.

The sun had already come out, hanging high in the air, but the soft sunlight was covered on the ice without any obstacles, but the ice showed no sign of melting.

Henry was staring at the ice cubes there. As a warrior, he could feel that the huge ice cube was completely condensed by the cold fighting spirit, extremely pure, and could not be destroyed without the opposite energy and magic at the level of this power level.

Swordsman Henry sighed in his heart, saying that in this place where no one was, such an ice sculpture-like tomb may not be a good destination, but the monk in front of him was still doing it motionlessly, and began to close his eyes and recite the scriptures softly.

The scriptures are full of compassion and tolerance. Although Henry couldn't understand it, he naturally wouldn't know that the emotions contained in it were the "Great Compassion Mantra" recited by Buddhists in his previous life.

From the beginning of reciting, a golden light shone straight down in the void above the monk's head, covering Huigang who was chanting the scriptures. Just like those before, the golden light spreads out like waves like waves.

The golden light seemed to be waves, instantly wrapped around the ice cubes there. The ice cubes that had not changed at all just now continued to shrink and melt under the wrapper of this golden light. Henry was surprised in his heart and immediately shouted:

"Teacher, can the Marquis de Lekins be resurrected? You are so amazing!"

Huigang, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke up at this time. His voice was indifferent and there was no emotional fluctuation in it. The monk said:

"Just just let her rest in peace."

The ice did not melt, but dissipated and slowly turned into nothingness. Not only the crystal outside, but also the Bastiya inside. A slight hissing sound came from the air, and the ice cubes still broke into extremely small debris, slowly floating in the air.

Then a cloud of mist was shrouded, the breeze blew, and even the traces of the existence of this world disappeared, as if there had never been a stunning woman in the world. Henry opened his eyes wide and watched the ice cubes in front of him disappear.

There was a bitterness in my heart. It was not a pleasant thing to suddenly disappear into nothingness. Suddenly, I looked at the fog in front of me and some troops. When the swordsman Henry stared at him, a bright spot reflected the light around him.

After looking closely, I realized that it was a crystal-clear butterfly, which was flying with its wings and slowly floated towards the monk. Huigang stood up, and the golden light also stopped quickly. The butterfly seemed to have completely lost its direction.

It slowly landed on the monk's head. Huigang is naturally not the bald head of the previous life, but the blonde hair, which represents the blood of the nobles, is not long. The butterfly landed quietly on Huigang's forehead, flashed a few wings, and then stopped and the sun rose higher.

The temperature also became hot, and the butterfly's transparent wings slowly melted. The butterfly was completely condensed from ice crystals, melted into clear water, flowing down its forehead, sliding across its eyes, and its face fell to the ground along its chin. Huigang turned around, and there were still water droplets on its face, and the water droplets kept dripping on the ground.
Chapter completed!