Male God, a Little Su

Jialianna could only watch helplessly as the young man hugged his mother tightly, closing his eyes and waiting to die.

The inner dislike of Annie reached its peak.

At this moment, a dark red light suddenly appeared out of thin air. It was obviously only a point, but when it came into contact with the power of light. It was as if the fire touched gasoline, swallowing up the power of light forcefully, turning it completely dark red.

Like a huge black dragon, it suddenly flew towards Anne.

"ah!"

Annie screamed, and then her entire figure was engulfed.

Students who didn't do anything to the common people, even if they stood by Annie's side, would be fine. The black dragon that turned into flames seemed to have become conscious, effectively avoiding these people.

But they can still feel the temperature hot enough to dry themselves out.

"Gosh—"

Lilian covered her mouth, and looked at Anne who had disappeared in astonishment.

Harold quickly summoned the rain, trying to extinguish the black dragon that turned into a ball of flames, but he didn't know what happened. The black dragon seemed to be nourished, and the more it was attacked, the stronger it became.

They could no longer hear Annie's screams.

Jia Lianna's mood is complicated, she hates Annie, but she never thought of her death.

Although she is arrogant and annoying.

But there is also a saying that the more a person lacks, the more she will show off.

What Annie is showing off is exactly what she lacks in her heart. She is using her superiority to cover up her inner inferiority complex.

Even though so many years have passed, Cecilia, a genius, was a woman who once had a romantic relationship with the incarnation of God. Her story is still circulating in the city.

"What should I do? Save Annie! Teacher Lilian! Teacher Harold, think of a way!"

Everyone was stunned, only Abby burst into tears, anxious and at a loss.

If someone hadn't stopped her, she would have rushed in.

Annie felt as if she was being roasted on a fire. She couldn't faint if she wanted to. The flames were not only burning her body, but also seemed to be torturing her soul.

She opened her mouth wide, her hair had been burned off, and she couldn't even speak a word despite being in so much pain.

The fire lasted for ten minutes.

When the flames dissipated, only a burned and unrecognizable man remained on the ground.

"My God! Anne!"

Abby was the first to rush up, and Jialianna shrugged helplessly as she looked at the silly girl.

Abby didn't dare to touch her at all, she cried bitterly, "Annie, wake up..."

How could such a big fire still be alive?

Just when everyone was falling into grief, Annie suddenly coughed and woke up slowly.

She was in so much pain that she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand.

But this voice is surprising enough.

Harold and Lilian looked at each other with complicated emotions, but Annie didn't die, so the result was undoubtedly a good one.

Although she is miserable now, as long as she goes back and asks the bishop to cast a healing spell on her, she will recover as before.

Not affected at all.

Sure, they could heal her too, but definitely not as well.

I can't make her hair grow back, I can only make her look as good as possible, not so ugly...

But actually...

It's also ugly.

Different from the heavy atmosphere on their side, a black mist enveloped the woman, silently repairing the wounds on her body.

The young man and his companions in the village watched, when the woman woke up slowly and her life was no longer in danger.