Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

It was only when she saw these corpses that she could not help herself.

In this foreign land, the only people she could rely on were Huo Yunque and Huo Si...

She knew that if it was not for protecting her, Huo Si would not have encountered trouble. With his skills, he would have definitely escaped the pursuit of those people and not jumped into the sea with her.

Seeing that Huo Si was not among the corpses, Song Yaoyao's heart seemed to relax.

"Alright, don't cry."

Nolan's raised hand paused for a moment, and he finally pulled Song Yaoyao gently into his arms.

"I will protect you, no one can hurt you. This is what I promised your brother, I will keep my promise."

Before he comes to pick you up.

Song Yaoyao's back stiffened. She raised her head and tried to observe Nolan's expression through her blurry vision.

Nolan patted her back with a smile. "What's with that expression? Oh, look at you. You're really not cute. I've told you many times that your brother and I are friends. It's just that you don't want to believe me."

His voice was very calm. "I'm very disappointed about this."

He had delivered Song Lanchuan's blessings many times and personally visited Song Yaoyao in China from a foreign country.

Song Yaoyao admitted that she really did not trust Nolan.

Before this, even though Nolan had saved her, she was still a little wary of him.

But now, listening to his words and thinking about Song Lanchuan. The tension in her mind suddenly broke, and she lay in Nolan's arms and cried loudly.

It had to be said that once she gave up her prejudice, Nolan was indeed a person who could easily make the people around her fall in love with him.

Interesting, elegant, gentle.

...

The relief she felt when she cried was equivalent to the frustration she felt when she woke up.

With just a light touch, her eyes hurt so much that she wanted to cry.

She had actually cried like a child in Nolan's arms.

"Achoo!"

Song Yaoyao sneezed and felt dizzy.

She looked around. She had returned to the room she stayed in before. Probably because she heard the movement in the room, a nun quickly walked in.

When she saw Song Yaoyao, a warm and friendly smile appeared on her face. She tried to greet Song Yaoyao in English.

"Hello?"

Song Yaoyao's voice was hoarse, and her voice was muffled. She nodded gently. "Hello."

"Oh! Thank god, it's so good that you understand." She had been worried about how to communicate with Song Yaoyao, but now that she knew Song Yaoyao could speak English, she was relieved. "You're sick. The priest carried you home last night."

She handed Song Yaoyao a glass of water. "Drink some water first. In two hours"—she looked at the clock—"you should take your medicine, but before that, maybe you want to eat something?"

Song Yaoyao didn't have much of an appetite and looked listless.

She held the glass of water and fell into silence.

The nun could see that there were still wet tears on her face. She could understand Song Yaoyao's absentmindedness.

"You're Chinese, right? I heard from the priest that he prepared some congee for you."

Song Yaoyao nodded.

The nun quickly went out, and Song Yaoyao sighed.

She had to do something. She couldn't stay like this forever.

Although she had lost her phone, it wasn't a big problem.

The entire address book was recorded in her brain.

Although her head was dizzy, as if there was a needle trying to pierce her, Song Yaoyao couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard she tried.

Taking advantage of the nun's departure, Song Yaoyao lifted the blanket and got out of bed. She planned to look for Nolan.

The church was very large, and every part of it was clean and tidy. Not a single speck of dust could be seen.

It was just empty and a little strange. On the day Song Yaoyao woke up, she heard hymns coming from the church, but she did not see any believers coming to pray.

Not only that, it seemed that there were very few nuns in the church.

The black-skinned nun just now was the only unfamiliar face she had seen.

It was really strange.

She felt that this place was more and more like a scene from a horror movie.

"Nolan? Nolan, are you there?"

It was really terrible.

Song Yaoyao knocked her head. The fever had turned her into an idiot. Before coming here, she should have asked the nun where Nolan was.

Now that they had come this far, there was no point in returning.

She held the doorknob. Outside the door was the church.

She heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, accompanied by the sound of a sharp weapon slicing through the air.

In a flash, the door had already opened.

Song Yaoyao saw the scene in the church.

Many unfamiliar faces appeared in the church. They wore black clothes, which were identical to the church's attire.

They were all followers and nun.

"Oh..." Nolan released his hand and furrowed his brows helplessly. He looked at the girl standing at the door, and frustration flashed in his eyes. "This is really bad."

Plop...

A man in a black suit collapsed from Nolan's hand.

Blood stained the carpet and turned dark red, but it was not too obvious.

The color of Nolan's priest suit became darker. When he was looking at Song Yaoyao, a man in black pounced on his back.

"Be careful!" Song Yaoyao stepped forward.

She saw Nolan calmly thrusting the dagger backwards and stabbing it into the man's abdomen without looking back.

The sharp blade entered the man's body, making a muffled sound.

"Tsk, so dirty."

He threw down the dagger and a few drops of blood splashed on the silver cross hanging on his chest.

Song Yaoyao could not help but take two steps back when she saw him walking over.

Nolan suddenly stopped in his tracks. "Close your eyes."

The girl's face was very pale. She tightly gripped her sides, obviously trying to suppress something.

"Now listen to me. Turn around and go back to your room."

Nolan stood where he was. His voice was unique, and his calm tone was very soothing.

"I'll find you."

Song Yaoyao did not know how she got back. She finally understood why Huo Jiu and the others were so afraid of Nolan.

He was in the holiest place in the world, holding a holy position, but he ended the lives of others in front of Jesus. The Holy Cross was stained with blood, but his eyes were indifferent, and there was a faint smile on his lips.

His handsome features made him look like he was grieving for the world.

It was as if a god had come to the human world.

However, all of this was just an illusion.

Nolan promised her that he would come to find her, and he came very quickly.

When the nun placed the congee on the dining table and invited Song Yaoyao to eat, she saw Nolan, bowed respectfully, and turned to leave.

The dining room became quiet.

"Not hungry? You haven't eaten since yesterday."

The chair beside her was pulled out, and Nolan sat down.

There was a strange and special fragrance in the air. Song Yaoyao had only smelled this kind of smell on Nolan's body.

He had changed his clothes and washed away the smell of blood. Even the swaying cross had returned to its holy state.

"Did you lose your appetite because you saw the scene just now? Oh... that's terrible. I didn't expect you to suddenly come looking for me. I'm sorry if I scared you," Nolan said helplessly as he spread his hands.