"You are a saint, how can you beat someone?" Mu Feng covered his red left cheek, not to mention how aggrieved he was.

"Get out!"

"You are a saint, how can you be so rude?"

"I believe in God, believe it or not, I will slap you on the right cheek?" Joan of Arc raised her left hand and threatened.

"Woo!" Mu Feng hurriedly covered his face and shook his head for a while.

Joan of Arc shook her hand angrily, not to mention how aggrieved she was, but she didn't expect the divine envoy to be so shameless, she was actually teased. Do I still need to change my clothes? With his ability, even if he is not replaced, it can be invisible. Moreover, even if you want to change your clothes, there are N ways to do it, and she doesn't need to be like this at all. Or, just change their clothes; Or, in short, there must be many ways to do it.

And, even if you want to change your clothes, you won't give her the clothes first? If you forget what you say, the ghost will believe it.

When I think of her shy appearance, this little flame in my heart is shy.

She was a little skeptical, was this person an oracle, how could he be so shameless?

"Eh, you......"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was really wrong!" Mu Feng hurriedly jumped away, and after jumping far away, he bowed his head and apologized very seriously.

"Hmph, forget it!" Anyway, she wasn't seen, Joan of Arc took a few deep breaths, and finally felt a little better, "What's next?" ”

After confirming that Joan of Arc was not angry, Mu Feng walked over with a hippie smile: "Next?" Naturally, I just sat back and waited for 'her' to be burned to death! Would you like to see it for yourself? ”

"See?" Joan of Arc was stunned, then shook her head, "Forget it!" ”

Burned?

Watching 'yourself' get burned to death?

It's not the real her, but that's what she looks like! It was terrifying to see his face, under the flames, gradually being blackened and burned. I can't say it in the future, and I'll have nightmares.

It's better not to do it!

"Ah, all I need to do is make a little spell. All you can see is the hated soldier. ”

"Really?" Joan of Arc's eyes lit up, if it was to see the resentful person being burned to death, it would be a different situation, "Good! ”

“Go！”

"Wait, now? Not tomorrow? ”

"It's already tomorrow."

"Huh?"

"Ahhhhh Mu Feng dragged Joan of Arc over, picked up the horse directly, and galloped towards the square, "Do you think it's just a day in the past?" We're walking, another channel, and it's been a day. ”

"Ah, so?" Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment, and then moved gently, "That, can you let go of me, I ......"

"Do you want to say that you are a saint and want to be pure?"

"Huh?"

"Don't be stupid, you're no longer a saint now. Plus, you're my man! ”

"Huh? I'm your man, what do you mean......! ”

Drive!

"Hey, slow down...... What do you mean? ”

"You won't understand what you said, but you'll slowly become clear later."

“……！”

On the square, there was a sea of people.

"Let go of me, let go of me, what are you doing with me? I...... I'm Blake! ”

"Let's go! Don't struggle, today is your end, saint, accept it all. You have confessed your confession, and the Lord is ready to burn you! ”

"What a saint, I'm Black, Bula. Nobu, are you all dumbfounded? ”

"Let go of me, you ...... Are you here really? This...... What the hell is going on for a while! ”

Two soldiers pushed the 'Holy Maiden' and slowly walked towards the pyre, pushing and shouting.

The real saint who was watching all this from a distance was a little confused: "They? ”

"That's what you hear, what you see, and what actually that Blake said. However, after my little surgery, what they heard was a different story. Mu Feng said with a smile, "Do you want to know, what did they hear?" ”

"Yes!"

“OK！” Mu Feng snapped his fingers lightly.

'You will not die well, Lord...... The Lord will punish you! ’

'Let's go! Don't struggle, today is your end, saint, accept it all. You have confessed your confession, and the Lord is ready to burn you! ’

'Today I die, tomorrow I will be resurrected, like the Lord, I will ......'

If you have turned your back on the Lord's creed and disobeyed His will, you will surely go to hell when you die! ’

"Poof, that's funny!" Joan of Arc couldn't help but laugh, "This, what is this, how can this be?" ”

"Spells are not uniform, what they are most afraid of, they will hear. I think, that's what the two escorting soldiers are most afraid of, right? Mu Feng said.

"But? Didn't it just pass, why did you go to the side again? Joan of Arc asked curiously.

"It's just one ability!"

Mu Feng was slightly puzzled in his heart, 'Time', just now he manipulated a little time, making them go back a few seconds. This ability has just appeared, and time is exactly what the white dragon has. Therefore, Mu Feng is even more convinced that Joan of Arc is the 'White Dragon'. But at the same time, he sensed something else. What the white dragon has is the three abilities of time, space, and eternity.

What is God?

Strictly in the literal sense, in today's Buddhist and Taoist systems, none of them can be called 'gods', they are all immortals. can be called a 'god', maybe only Hongjun, Sanqing can barely be counted.

God, what is God?

Immortal, immortal, immortal, is God.

Some people say that they control time and space, even if they are gods. But alas, he is still missing an 'eternity'! Gather all three, and you are a god.

Joan of Arc, on the other hand, only has the ability for time, which makes him curious.

Where did those two abilities go?

Is it because there is no push-down, so it is incomplete? Or rather, it's because ......

"Burned, burned!" While Mu Feng was pondering, Joan of Arc shouted excitedly.

"yes, burn to death, it's all over!" Mu Feng sighed with emotion, his three-year journey was about to come to an end.

"Damn, unexpectedly...... Scattering 'my' ashes in the Seine? It's so damning! ”

Mu Feng was a little embarrassed, but fortunately it was far away and no one could hear it, otherwise they would have to be treated as freaks.

"Let's go!"

"Where are you going?"

"Go see your mother one last time, and after we leave, you will never see her again."

“……！”

At the mention of her mother, Joan of Arc couldn't help but burst into tears.

Yes, after she leaves, how will her mother live alone?

…… Geremi!

"Woo whoa, my daughter!"

"Woo woo woo ......"

Looking at her mother's grief-stricken appearance, Joan of Arc knelt weakly on the ground, wanting to step forward, but she didn't dare.

"Let's go!" Mu Feng sighed helplessly, this ending, hey!

"Wait, wait, let me take one last look!"