He always felt like he had forgotten something very important.

As Qian Chen was preoccupied, the weather began to gradually deteriorate, and it was cloudy all day.

Qian Chen and Joan of Arc no longer climbed on the roofs to look at the stars.

Until that night, Qian Chen looked at the sumptuous dinner on the table and was silent.

Outside the window, lightning and thunder, wind and rain, but the air inside the room seemed to be frozen.

Qian Chen looked at the face in front of him, which was still smiling gently, and spoke.

"I'm leaving."

Clang!

The spoon in Joan of Arc's hand slipped out of her hand and fell directly to the ground.

The smile on Joan of Arc's face began to harden.

"Can I know why?"

Qian Chen sighed.

"I want to go to the city and learn how to cook, and cooking is my life's pursuit."

With these words, Qian Chen's memories poured out like a flood that opened the floodgates, and he began to quickly recall everything that had happened before.

Joan of Arc was silent.

She bowed her head slightly, and the shadow formed by the bangs on her forehead obscured her eyes, making it difficult to see her expression.

After a long time, she slowly raised her head and said without sadness or joy on her face.

"yes, I see."

And then there was no follow-up.

Dinner continued, but Qian Chen felt that the original sumptuous and delicious dinner had become difficult to swallow.

Crash!

At this moment, a strong gust of wind blew and blew directly open the windows, and at the same time the lights in the house went out.

It was pitch black in sight.

"You wait a minute, I'll go find the candle."

Qian Chen instructed Joan of Arc on the other side.

Then he got up, went to the cabinet, and rummaged through it.

Just when Qian Chen found the candle and match and was about to light it, a figure suddenly appeared behind him.

Boom!

Qian Chen was pushed to the ground fiercely, and then a body sat directly on top of him.

Bang!

A bolt of lightning fell, and in an instant a white light reflected Joan of Arc's figure.

I don't know if it's because of the light or something else, in Qian Chen's sight, Joan of Arc's blonde hair suddenly turned as silver-white as snow.

A pair of reptile-like golden vertical pupils glittered in the dark night.

What made Qian Chen feel even more frightened was that Joan of Arc was holding a kitchen knife with a flickering cold light in his hand.

"Joan of Arc?"

Qian Chen called her cautiously.

Bang!

The lightning outside the window became more and more intense, and the wind blew the window against the wall, and the glass shattered to the ground.

Then, in the afterglow of lightning, Qian Chen saw a collapsed, crazy face.

"You're lying."

Joan of Arc said coldly.

"No, listen to me!"

Qian Chen was anxious.

Joan of Arc has fallen into complete madness.

"You liar! What is it to learn to cook!? Zhenna lives in the city, you must be here to find that Bichi! I thought she didn't look at you right before, but now I've seen through it! ”

Without waiting for Qian Chen to explain, Joan of Arc raised the kitchen knife in his hand.

"Die! Swindler! ”

In the next second, the cold was biting, and the blood was splashing...

Qian Chen sat up with a frightened face, he didn't care about the strange eyes of the two at all, and directly opened his shirt.

There is a red mark on the chest, which is not obvious, but it is right in the heart area.

Fortunately, Joan of Arc had no murderous intentions towards him, and this may be the last warning?

Qian Chen let out a long breath and subconsciously raised his head.

To his surprise, Joan of Arc actually looked at him in shock.

I saw Joan of Arc covering her forehead and muttering quietly with an expression of disbelief on her face.

"It's impossible, I've obviously replaced his favorite person with myself, why can he still break free!?"

Joan of Arc couldn't figure out how Qian Chen broke free from her control.

"Humph! Just now you bragged about having complete control over other people's minds, what do you say now? Isn't it because your cooking skills have also deteriorated? ”

Juna laughed sarcastically.

Seeing Joan of Arc deflated, Zhenna suddenly felt extremely happy, it was like pouring ice into her stomach on dog days, cold from head to toe.

As for why Zhenna doesn't seem to be affected, it's naturally because Joan's cooking is mainly used to deal with Qian Chen, plus Zhenna herself is the king of heaven, so the effect of the cooking doesn't have much effect on her. Jeona quickly recovered.

Joan of Arc gritted her teeth.

"Don't be complacent, if you lose this time, he will also become my person!"

"Then you can try it, I worked with him to make a dish that contains the two of us in common heart."

In order to stimulate Joan of Arc, Zhenna deliberately said with such an ambiguous statement.

Joan of Arc was angry.

The black flames around the three of them writhed wildly as if they had been stimulated by something, as if they would pounce on Joan of Arc in the next second.

Zhenna's face changed drastically, and she pretended to be very strong.

"What do you want to do? I warn you not to mess around! ”

Joan of Arc snorted coldly, her face full of disdain.

Qian Chen hurriedly diverted the topic.

"Alright, Joan of Arc. It's your turn to try our cooking. ”

Hearing Qian Chen's persuasion, Joan of Arc's face softened slightly.

In order to avoid any conflict between the two, Qian Chen personally brought the food he and Zhenna jointly made to Joan of Arc.

At this time, Joan of Arc suddenly leaned into Qian Chen's ear and exhaled like an orchid.

"Qian Chen, now I am a witch, I will never give up, sooner or later I will make you my person."

Qian Chen couldn't help but show a wry smile on his face.

Without waiting for Qian Chen to answer, Joan of Arc had already begun to look at the roast lamb chops on the plate in front of him.

On the green lettuce leaves, there are three stacks of roasted lamb chops of the same shape and size. Garnishes such as carrots, potatoes, onions, cauliflower, chickpeas, etc. are used as garnishes on the side.

The lamb chops have a golden brown appearance and are stained with some unground black pepper and cumin powder.

Words can't describe the wonderful fragrance that kept burrowing into Joan of Arc's nostrils.

'It smells so good! ’

This is a top-notch dish that will whet your appetite both in appearance and smell!

Joan of Arc suddenly remembered something, glanced up at Zhenna, and let out a cold snort.

"Humph!"

There was a hint of disdain in his tone.

Zhenna suddenly exploded.

"What do you mean, you guy!?"

Qian Chen hurriedly stopped her.

Joan of Arc didn't even bother to pay attention to her, just picked up the knife and fork and began to taste it.

Gently slice the skin of the lamb chops.

Poof!

A stream of hot gravy immediately gushed out, followed by a very mysterious and magical fragrance, and Joan of Arc's ears actually echoed the sound of Turkish-style folk music.

Joan of Arc takes the chops into her mouth.

Rumble!

The spice bomb exploded the moment it touched the tip of her tongue.

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