In the palace of the Kingdom of God, the black threads that kept popping up from Isa's body were wrapped around Ronan's neck.

Like a hunting spider spinning silk, trying to wrap its prey in a spider's web. And when the black threads are intertwined and intertwined, they become entangled pythons, constantly twisting Ronan's body.

It's just that the attack of the black line can only stay on the surface and cannot penetrate deeply.

When its offensive slowed down, purple flames erupted from Ronan's palm, instantly igniting the part of the black dead that had left Isa.

The black line burned out and turned into a purple glow that melted into the palace.

This is only part of it, and more of the Black Dead is still lurking within Isha.

Ronan looked down and saw the girl lying in his arms with a blank face, unresponsive as before.

After breaking free of some restraints, you should be able to awaken a certain amount of consciousness that is sufficient to control your physical activity.

And at least one of the five senses has been restored.

For the sake of self-protection, do you pretend that you haven't woken up?

I don't know what kind of senses are restored.

Ronan thought to himself, gently placing the girl back on the throne.

"Isa, can you hear me? I'm your brother Ronan, nod when you hear it? ”

After a few moments, Isha didn't react.

Whether he couldn't hear it, or didn't trust it, Ronan continued to try.

"I'm here to help you, my own people."

"Alice is also there, you nod, I'll let her come to see you too?"

......

"Actually, I've liked you since I was very young?"

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"If you don't nod, I'm going to do something bad to you, right?"

......

There was no change at all, and after trying many shameful words, Ronan sat helplessly on the palace floor.

It seemed that hearing had not been restored, and Isha could not hear what he was saying.

Some of the words even he said blushed, and he didn't believe that Isha could be indifferent when she heard it.

Next, try visuals.

Ronan got back to his feet and walked up to Isha, gently lifting her eyelids with his fingers, revealing the beautiful amethyst eyes below.

Looking at her dull eyes, Ronan straightened her little face with his other hand and studied it carefully.

After a long time, he took his hand away from the girl's face.

No, still no response.

As an extension of reality, in addition to the transcendent existence of spiritual detachment, other spiritual beings here also rely on the five senses to perceive everything around them.

The same goes for the current Isa.

Hearing and sight are lost, and if even the sense of touch is not restored, the remaining two insignificant senses, even if they exist, are meaningless and unable to interact with Ronan.

Ronan looked at the girl in front of him who was motionless like a delicate doll.

He stretched out his finger and pressed it against her fair cheek, pressing down a shallow face.

Then the fingers slowly moved down, sliding down her neck and collarbone.

Finally came to her armpit, rubbing it gently.

Ronan's movements didn't make it to the end, and in the process, his fingers were quickly clenched tightly by a small hand, stopping the deep movements.

Faced with his temptation, Isha reacted with difficulty continuing to disguise the puppet.

It seemed that the sense of touch had been restored, and Ronan looked at the blush on Isa's face and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good to have your own consciousness.

He wanted to withdraw his fingers, but the other party held them tightly in the palm of his hand and refused to let go.

Isha held her fingers with a lot of force, and her palms were moist.

Sensing the uneasiness behind her blushing cheeks, Ronan didn't force his hand back.

Instead, he took her other hand and put it on his face.

In the process, Isha did not resist and let him control it.

Then she began to gently caress Ronan's face with her small hands, carefully gauging the shape of his face from top to bottom.

After confirming his human identity, Isha slowly let go of Ronan's finger, and the hidden uneasiness receded a little.

But after a while, Isha suddenly reached out her hands and pinched the sides of his cheeks.

Then he pulled away to the sides, pinching his face into a funny expression.

"Punishment for bad intentions."

A sound as crisp as a spring of water came from her mouth, with a little unhappiness and a little complaint.

For Ronan playing with her body with her fingers earlier, Isa puffed out her mouth to express her anger.

Knowing that she was still on her guard, Ronan had no choice but to let her get revenge and let her knead her cheeks.

It wasn't until Isha confirmed that the person in front of her was not threatening that her body slowly relaxed.

He withdrew his hand and turned back into the quiet and elegant princess that Ronan remembered.

"Can you hear me?" Ronan spoke tentatively, waving his palm in front of her eyes.

Still no response.

Ronan thought for a moment, took her palm, and slowly wrote words with his fingers in the palm of her hand.

'Hello'

Isha tilted her head to feel the itching sensation in her palm, and after thinking for a long time, her expression was apologetic.

"I'm sorry, I can't guess what you mean."

It seemed that this method of communication would not work, and Ronan frowned and thought of other ways.

After Isha next to her noticed that he was not moving, she suddenly stretched out her palm and pressed it to the side of his cheek.

Didn't you say that the revenge was over?

Ronan looked at her strangely, but he didn't resist.

After all, Isa's little hands are warm and soft, and they are quite comfortable to touch.

"I can't hear or see now, so let me ask you a question, okay, can you nod if you can?"

Isha came to ask a question, and she only answered yes or no, which is also a way to communicate.

Ronan nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, unknown Mr. Good." A gentle smile appeared on Isa's face.

"Do you know me?"

Ronan nodded in response.

"Well, I don't know why I'm here, but Mr. Kind must be a great person who can cross the outside world and come to me."

Ronan wasn't sure if that was a problem, and didn't react for a moment.

And Isha quickly asked the next question.

"Then you must know the name of my Daughter of Calamity." Isa's voice lowered, "I wonder if the Black Death is really my cause?" It was I who was cursed by God and brought disaster to the world, which is why I was banished here to be punished before I died. ”

As if in response to her words, the demon god outside the palace slammed on the light curtain again, and the ground shook.

Ronan shook his head, rejecting her words.

Isha didn't say anything in response to his reply, but the palm that pressed against his cheek became more gentle.

Isha then rose from her throne and stood in front of Ronan.

"Thank you, sir, I think that since you have come to me, there must be something I can do to help."

Ronan nodded, then reached out and picked her up again, preventing her feet from being hurt by the shards of glass falling from the dome.