The Airspeed Star Scar
Chapter 27: Tian Hen's Second Ability (Part 3)
Initially, Tianhen thought of the girl's motives, but when he actually saw her, he dispelled this idea, the soft light in the girl's eyes that changed his gaze.
“Dad, is the one on the stage the saint you said?” Tianhen asked in a low voice.
Old Mali's eyes were fixed on the girl with respect, "Yes! There goes. Hows it? Isn't she pretty?"
Tianhen just wanted to say something, but the girl on the stage said: "OK, we will start the class. Please shut up, thank you." His voice was as gentle as his eyes, as warm as the warm spring breeze. Everyone's hearts were touched, and the surroundings suddenly became silent. The loudspeakers, which were not particularly effective at first, spread the soft business further in a quiet environment.
Tianhen just wanted to listen carefully to what the girl was going to say, but a danger signal came from his brain and dantian at the same time. The pain was several times more severe than in the morning and stimulated his nerves. Tianhen's face changed drastically, and he couldn't help but groan With a voice, in the quiet environment, his voice was so clear, that it attracted some angry gazes from the poor, and in the light of the gazes, the, there was also a gentle and somewhat worried look.
The severe pain stimulated every nerve in the body like a wave, and Tianhen groaned again, and the body fell onto the ground uncontrollably.
Mali loved her son excitedly, hurriedly grabbed his son's hand, and said anxiously: "Ahen, what's wrong with you?" But a strange power came from Tianhen's hands, which pushed him aside and fell down.
Where Tianhen was speaking at this moment, his face was pale, and his entire body was constantly convulsing. He desperately tries to concentrate and connect with his cosmic energies, but is horrified to discover that he cannot feel it except for severe pain. With violent fluctuations of various energies in the body, the biological computer also becomes irregular, and the power level keeps ticking, changing back and forth from one to five.
Consciousness began to blur a little, though Tianhen was afraid Mali was worried and tried not to let himself cry, but when the unbearable pain came, how could he endure it?
There was a trace of mercy in the eyes of the saint on the stage, and he jumped down from the tall platform, his body sliding down like a bird, if Tianhen saw his movements now, he said, he would definitely recognize it, this was the most standard flying.
“Uncle Mari, what's wrong with her? Does he suffer from sudden illness?” The arrival of the Holy Girl made the people around her automatically let out an open space.
Let's sweat hard now. When he saw the saint, he felt as if he had found a savior, "Amighty saint! Please save my son. He just got back yesterday, and he's fine in the morning. I don't know what happened to him."
“No wonder I've never seen him come to class before.” As the saint said, he took a few steps forward and walked over to Tianhen. Squat, grab and press Tianhen's forehead. At this moment, Tianhen's eyes opened, only coming into contact with Saintess' soft eyes. The bodies of the two were shaken at the same time, and what Tianhen saw was an endless depth, a soft and warm feeling, just like when he was fused with heaven and earth. What the saint saw was the black and white of Tianhen, two completely different eyes, black and white appearing at the same time, intertwined into a strange image, which was a very strange image, the impact of that feeling was unprecedented.
Tianhen's body convulsions suddenly weakened as a holy hand pressed against his forehead, because when he and the saint looked at each other, the cosmic aura within the body was completely aroused by the saint's gentle gaze, which was the most powerful, and finally meet the saint. Spirit is reconnected. Controlling the power of the universe with spirits to suppress darkness and space, the pain was naturally greatly weakened.
The saint's body trembled constantly, and through the feeling from his hands, he clearly realized that his judgment was correct. His always gentle eyes showed complex emotions, he looked at Tianhen deeply, as if hesitating about something.
“Santo, what happened to my son?” asked Old Mali anxiously.
The saint woke up from his confusion, sighed softly, and said, "Uncle Mali, your son does suffer from an acute illness. Please bring him to me, and I'll try to help him."
Mali was not only dumbfounded, but even the poor people around it were dumbfounded. In their hearts, the saint who gave them the hope of life was so pure and inviolable. The Holy Girl lived in the slums, and her dwelling place was worshipped by the poor like a holy temple. Absolutely no poor person dares to go there easily, for fear of disturbing and insulting the saint, he said, they never thought that a saint would let old Mali send Tianhen to his residence. Although most people were dissatisfied, their reverence for the Holy Girl became even more godly. Tianhen's judgment is correct, here the saint brings faith. For a person whose soul is empty, the role of faith is endless.
Mali hesitantly looked at the saint, "Holy, is this really okay?"
Tianhen's weight was not light, and the physical condition of old Mali was average. It was very difficult to bring his own son. Most of the poor people around him recognized him. After the influence of the saints, they all knew that helping was a virtue.
With the help of three poor youths, Tianhen was brought to the saint's residence. The Holy Maiden actually lived in the middle of a slum, where she lived no different from the others, except for a simple bed and even a table. At this moment, Tian Hen also occupied the only bed.
The saint said to Mari and the others, "Please wait outside, please, I must be quiet while saving her."
Mali and the others only had blind faith in the Holy Girl, agreed, and hurriedly retreated outside. The saint gently closed the door, turned his back to Tianhen on the bed, and said indifferently: "I know you can act now, can we talk now?"
Tianhen was indeed capable of action. On the way to the Saintess residence, the cosmic energies finally calmed the fluctuations of the two abilities of darkness and space. As he lay on Saintess' bed, he had recovered all consciousness. .
A faint and pure fragrance was introduced into Tianhen's nose. He had never smelled so pure. Although his body and mind were refreshing, he did not know why the dark aura of the Dantian sent out an extreme feeling of disdain.
Sitting from the bed, Tianhen looked at the saint's slender back and said, "Thank you."
The saint turned around slowly, the light in his eyes was still so soft, "Thank you for what? I didn't do anything for you."
Tianhen looked at his gentle eyes, his heart was calm, and smiled: "Your feelings are integrated into the universe that is infecting me, so that I can suppress the abnormalities in my body. So, of course I have to thank you. . My parents said a lot. Yes, you are the most beautiful, your beauty is unmatched by any ordinary person. From your eyes, I can even see your pure and flawless heart."
The saint did not change due to Tianhen's praise, sighed and said: "I only want to help those in need. But, you know what? Ever since you and I were born, it means that we're opposites."
Tianhen was stunned and frowned: "Why are you saying that? Why should I oppose you?"
The saint smiled lightly and said, “You should have been born on May 31, 315 of the cosmic calendar. And I was born because of you. I was born on May 31, 316 of the cosmic calendar.”
“No, I think you're wrong. I was born on March 15, but the date is June 3, not May.” Tianhen looked at the saint, and he suddenly felt that everything about him looked as if he had it.
Saintess took a few steps forward and walked over to Tianhen. His height was only as high as Tianhen's nose. Although he was already relatively tall among the girls, standing in front of Tianhen, he looked extremely thin and petite.
"I didn't think we could meet so soon. You really make it hard to choose."
Listening to the inexplicable words, Tianhen's doubts increased rapidly, "Why are you saying that? What should you choose?"
The saint drew Tianhen's right hand and showed his palm in front of him. Tianhen's heart trembled, as a weak and boneless holy hand carried a warm touch, which was as if a touch of the soul.
