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The saints from outside saw this scene, and their impression of An Su changed somewhat; although this youth's actions were more divine than anyone's, resorting to the use of poison gas in battle, he still had a clear grasp of the bigger picture when it came to important moral decisions.
Even many of the love-struck girls who only cared for looks were smitten, their gazes shimmering with interest. They loved this kind of cleansed, innocent-looking war criminal.
Even if it meant sacrificing himself, staining his hands with blood, and enduring infamy, he would still protect the Dawn and safeguard humanity.
Luo Xiaohei lay on An Su's shoulder, tilting her head to the left, then to the right, trying hard to figure out what mischief An Su was up to, but she could not understand, so she stood up and meowed inquisitively.
"Meow." (Why would you listen to that bitch Cersei's words?)
"Meow meow meow." (Why would you repair the wall?)