"I'm not saying anything idiotic. I've liked you from the first moment I saw you, so I can't bear to hurt you, otherwise I would have killed you all just now."

Lucifer said.

Black Joan thought of Lucifer's devastating attack just now and believed it to be true.

But she has no real sense of being liked. After all, she doesn't know that she is not the real Joan of Arc. Now she is only full of anger and hatred, and she can't tolerate any love at all.

"Huh, since you said you like me, how about you help me get revenge?"

Black Joan said.

"No, I'm better than you now, so you have to listen to me instead of me listening to you."

Lucifer knows that the current Black Joan is hard to talk to and not suitable for licking, but she is still the authentic Black Joan!

"So you want to do whatever you want to me just because you are stronger than me?"

"Uh-huh!"

Black Joan desperately tried to push Lucifer away, but Lucifer obeyed and was pushed away by her.

"I'll do this if you don't obey me. How about it, Dragon Witch."

Lucifer said with a smile.

"Then I choose to die together!"

Black Joan gritted her teeth and was about to start the traditional art of spearman, when she was caught by Lucifer again.

"I can make you unable to move or even think. Are you sure you want to do this?"

Lucifer's expression is dangerous.

Black Joan looked unbelieving, so Lucifer gave her a body-holding spell.

Then he carried her on his shoulders and strode out of the palace.

After an hour, Black Joan suddenly softened.

She was gasping for air, her expression already a little frightened, what was that just now?

"Well, I didn't lie."

Lucifer put down Black Joan. It was already dark now. The blackened Jill had probably discovered that Black Joan was missing and the six summoned knights had been solved. The most important thing was that he had solved several of them.

As a servant, if Gudav or Gudazi can't deal with the blackened Gil, then he should just go to sleep.

"There's no way I can accept that from you!"

Black Joan said angrily.

"Whatever, I have a self-satisfied view on love. What's more, I'm better than you and can do whatever I want to you."

Lucifer said.

"Then you will never win my heart!"

"Why do I want your heart? I just want your body!"

Black Joan was so angry that she was speechless.

"Heizhen, take me back to your hometown to see you."

Lucifer came closer to Black Joan, and Black Joan didn't care. After all, Lucifer was stronger now, and she couldn't resist at all. What if Lucifer was excited by resisting?

"I have no hometown."

Black Jeanne said it categorically.

After a while, the two were walking on a country road. Black Jeanne could not resist Lucifer and could only return to her hometown obediently.

The two walked all night, and Black Jeanne expressed that she was very tired and wanted to rest.

Lucifer is not in a hurry. Jeanne d'Arc says she wants to rest, so just rest.

"Come and eat."

"What's this?"

Black Joan was a little curious.

"Glutinous rice, a specialty of my hometown, I will make clay pot rice for you next time."

Lucifer looked at Dark Joan.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Black Joan asked in confusion.

"I don't need to eat anymore."

Lucifer shook his head. Although the esophagus and stomach would not degenerate, it was not delicious and Lucifer was too lazy to eat it now.

Black Joan did not continue to ask, but started eating.

The first bite was not used to the texture of glutinous rice, but after chewing it carefully, the aroma came out.

Then Black Joan unexpectedly discovered that this stuff was even more delicious than what she had eaten before.

"Great, you are the type to adapt to Chinese food."

Lucifer was also worried that Joan of Arc, like some foreigners, would not be used to the taste of Chinese food, and would have to make taste adjustments. If the food was not authentic, it would lack the taste.

“Chinese food?”

Black Joan asked questions while eating.

"That is a country very far away from France."

Lucifer said.

Black Jeanne was impressed when she heard this.

“So you’re from the country where Chinese food comes from?”

"I'm not from this era, but I do come from this country where Chinese food comes from."

"I knew it."

Black Joan said immediately.

Lucifer knew that she meant that Lucifer was not of this era.

But looking at Black Jeanne eating glutinous rice with a happy face, Lucifer's heart almost melted, ahhhhh, long live Black Jeanne!

Black Joan noticed Lucifer's strange look in his eyes. He had been with him for a day and had basically figured out what kind of person Lucifer was, so he must be thinking about something bad.

However, it was useless even if she knew, after all, she couldn't defeat Lucifer.

…

After resting for a night, they arrived at their destination the next day.

"This is my hometown."

Black Joan said to Lucifer expressionlessly.

In front of us is a rural area, which seems to have not been invaded by flying dragons and is quite peaceful.

"I remember, didn't history say that you were not actually a village girl, but the daughter of a big landowner?"

Lucifer asked with interest.

"How can it be."

Black Jeanne rolled her eyes.

"When you see your familiar hometown, isn't there any emotion at all?"

Lucifer asked next.

"No, I can't wait to burn it."

Black Joan said contemptuously.

Lucifer shook his head.

"Actually, you don't feel anything is wrong?"

he said.

"What's wrong?"

Black Joan didn't react for a moment.

"Do you have those beautiful memories? A person's life is so long, there can't be only painful memories, especially when you haven't left the village yet, living in this simple countryside, there is nothing worth remembering?"

Lucifer gave the hint.

Black Joan frowned. She always felt that there was something in Lucifer's words, but she was too stupid to realize what Lucifer meant.

"Do you only have those painful memories of being burned, tortured, and tortured..."

Lucifer approaches Black Joan.

Black Joan took two steps back and was pinned to a tree by the wall.

"Because these memories are unforgettable!"

Black Joan said with a sneer.

"No, that's because you don't have all the memories at all. You are not the real Joan of Arc. You are just created by Gill using the Holy Grail to satisfy his fantasy of Joan of Arc, his unwillingness to accept Joan's death, and his dissatisfaction with God.

If you think about it carefully, besides remembering this countryside, what else do you remember?"

Moro said calmly.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I..."
Chapter completed!