At that moment, I particularly wanted to throw back my head and laugh wickedly at the sky, climb to the summit with a golden brush in hand, and write a proclamation on nine-foot brocade for all the world to see. Including punctuation, it would have exactly ten characters: Lilina, you have your day too!
Lilina, who usually caused everyone else to jump through hoops and never know peace, now wore a mournful face. Like an unlucky little wife who had gone home full of grievances only to find no one cared, she wandered around my sister and me. Behind her followed a green-haired girl who looked about eighteen, sticking close at every step with curiosity written all over her face. Every half minute or so, she blurted out, "Let me follow you. I really dreamed about you..."
Then Lilina shouted back in exasperation, "Go play somewhere else! This Pope doesn't swing that way!"
"Did this Lu E get knocked stupid when Lilina landed on her face?"
Though the sight was hilarious, I was still a little worried—worried that Lilina had gotten herself into trouble again. So I tilted my head slightly and asked Lin Xue. This prophet was far more effective than any medical treatment; even if your gums bled while brushing your teeth, she could diagnose it twenty or thirty years in advance.
"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? Lu E isn't sick or injured. This is psychology now." Miss rolled her eyes at me, then looked at Lilina with a smile in her eyes. "Still, this is pretty interesting. Lilina gets shut down too?"
"Hey, stop enjoying the show, okay?!" The black archbishop finally couldn't keep up appearances. She hopped over, grabbed my clothes, and refused to let go. "Boss, I don't care. I'm your