Chapter 371 Minos's Past
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After the last bolt of lightning struck, Sang Luo was half dead. She endured the pain and quickly cast a healing spell, and her body recovered.

I survived this!
The golden sacred power of time appeared in the palm of his hand, turning into a sharp blade that broke through the void.

A black hole vortex time tunnel slowly emerges.

Sang Luo walked in.

Everything around her slowly faded away. She seemed to hear the voices of Fei Yuan and the others. She turned her head and saw darkness behind her.

"..."

She closed her eyes and a golden light appeared in front of her. The line was very long and guided her to walk slowly forward.

I don't know how long it took.

The light is getting weaker and weaker.

Until it disappears completely.

The sound of conversation and footsteps slowly came to my ears.

"Archangel, there's a female with a strange face over there, with black hair!"

"Could it be a fallen angel?"

"Catch her first!"

As soon as Sang Luo arrived, he ran into a few angels who were shouting for killing and was almost caught and put in jail.

She didn't dare to do anything, so she quickly turned invisible and fled, using her mental power to erase the memories of several people who had seen her.

Several guards stood there in a daze, touched their heads, and left again.

The Holy Palace has not changed much for hundreds or thousands of years. Sang Luo is very familiar with this place. She remembers Minos mentioned that when he was very young, his father and mother passed away, and the previous Holy King took that position. He has been a Holy Son since he was a child, and his bedroom is on the east side of the Holy Palace.

Sang Luo learned his lesson this time and transformed himself into an ordinary half-angel, making it impossible for outsiders to recognize him.

"Are you a waiter in the palace? Why do you look unfamiliar? I don't think I have seen you before?" asked the archangel.

Sang Luo, "I'm new here."

"Let me see your holy seal?"

Sang Luo spread out the palm of his right hand, and the holy seal for entering and leaving the temple was clearly visible.

There are many servants in the Holy Palace, and it is impossible for the Archangel to recognize all of them. As long as one has the Holy Seal in his hand, he is qualified to enter and exit the Holy Palace.

Sang Luo learned from the gossip of the palace servants that Minos is now the Holy Son of the Holy Palace, but she is not sure to which specific point in time she has traveled to. She wanted to see Minos again at this time, but has never found a suitable opportunity.

She heard that the Holy Son had not been in good health since he was born and had always been frail and sickly. A few days ago, the power of time overflowed and got out of control, and he almost died. After being rescued, he remained in a coma.

The Holy Son's bedroom was guarded from front to back, and she, a servant, didn't even have the qualifications to get close.

Half a month later, Sang Luo finally found the opportunity.

She had been trying to win the favor of the Archangel these days. Seeing how clever she was, the Archangel gave her the opportunity to take care of the Holy Son.

The archangel also specifically reminded Sang Luo that the little prince has a special physique and is weak, so he cannot be contaminated by any dirty air. He must change into special clothes when going to the bedroom, and he must undergo various disinfections when entering and leaving... It's too strict, Sang Luo complained in his heart, is this how Minos's obsession with cleanliness came from?
"Your Highness, it's time to take your medicine."

Sang Luo entered the hall carrying the medicine.

He walked to the bed in the inner hall, lifted the white veil, and saw the unconscious blond boy.

He looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old, his face was thin and pale, lifeless, like a blue rose that was about to wither. Sang Luo frowned. She had heard those rumors, but she didn't expect Minos' body to be so weak when he was a child. The power of time was too strong and terrifying, far from being something a child could withstand.

She might be able to help him channel it, but she couldn't do this.

Minos was destined to endure all this, and she could not change his growth trajectory.

Sang Luo placed the medicine on the table. A golden dagger appeared in his palm. He slowly walked to the bedside and pointed the dagger at the boy's chest... No response.

This dagger, which embodies the power of the saints of all generations, is the nemesis of fallen angels and has an extremely keen sense of the power of fallen angels.

Now, Minos's soul bone is in his body, and the Holy King has not had time to take action yet, that's good.

Sang Luo breathed a sigh of relief, the timeline was correct.

The young man on the hospital bed opened his eyes at some point, frowned and looked at her, with a childish voice as clear as the wind, "Who... are you? Are you going to assassinate me?"

"Ah, no, no! Your Highness must have seen it wrong!" Sang Luo quickly put away the dagger and smiled awkwardly.

The young man's handsome light golden eyebrows frowned even deeper. He clearly saw the sharp weapon in her hand, but the aura of the dagger made him feel familiar for some reason, and he didn't sense any murderous intent... It was really strange.

He looked carefully at the servant in front of him again, a very unfamiliar face.

"You are not an orc from the angelic tribe. You are from the outside world."

The boy spoke slowly.

"..." Unexpectedly, he recognized her at the first sight. Minos was indeed the future Holy King. Her disguise could deceive those people outside, but it could not deceive the young Minos.

Sang Luo had no intention of taking off her disguise. It would be a thousand years before she and Minos would meet for the first time. If they knew each other now, it might disrupt the future timeline, and they would most likely become strangers in the future.

"Get out." The boy's tone was not friendly.

"I was sent by the archangel to take care of Your Highness. Please drink the medicine first." Sang Luo picked up the bowl of medicine on the table and handed it to him.

The boy didn't answer and shouted to the outside of the door, "Someone come."

Sang Luo was overwhelmed by the sense of crisis that he was about to be dismissed. "What are you doing, young prince? Am I not serving you properly? If you need anything, please tell me!"

The young man was not in good health and his voice was very faint. "You are not of my race, and your origin is unknown. I, ahem, I am worried... I ask the Archangel to re-investigate your identity..."

He wanted to attack her the first time he saw her, but he had just woken up and was too weak to mobilize his energy, so he spared her life.

"Please rest assured, Your Highness. I will never harm you. I really just want to take care of Your Highness!" Sang Luo said loyally, "If I really wanted to murder you, I would have done it when Your Highness was unconscious!"

"You just had a dagger in your hand."

"...Well, Your Highness must have seen it wrong!" I can't explain my pain.

The young man studied her for a few seconds. Perhaps because he could not see any obvious malice in her, he relaxed a little. "If you want me to trust you, you should at least not show me a fake face."

"This……"

Sang Luo hesitated.

The young man said, "Someone come here."

"Okay! I'll take off my disguise! But I'll only show it to Your Highness. Please don't tell anyone else!"

The young man looked at Sang Luo in surprise, then nodded slightly.

There were no female slaves in the palace. All attendants and servants were male. For convenience, Sang Luo simply transformed himself into a tall and strong male servant.

A nearly two-meter-tall big man turned into a graceful and beautiful female in the blink of an eye. Her face was delicate and charming, and her voice was soft and clear. This undoubtedly brought a huge shock to the boy's heart. His deep blue pupils suddenly shrank and trembled.