When it was dark the next day, Lu Mingse in the tent shrank a little, feeling a little cold, and in the haze, he subconsciously hugged a soft and warm thing in his arms. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a long while, Lu Mingcai seemed to feel that it was not enough to hold it like this, this soft ball that was more comfortable than a pillow made him can't help but press his whole body over, and he also clamped it with his legs.

Well, that's a lot more comfortable.

So, while thinking like this, Lu Ming was about to fall asleep sweetly again, but he didn't expect a sweet girl's voice to come from his ears.

"Dad, it's so uncomfortable."

Illya, who was tightly pressed in Lu Ming's arms, woke up and gently pushed Lu Ming's hand, and after finding that it was useless, she opened her eyes a little confused and said in a daze.

"Huh?"

Hearing the familiar voice in his ears and the feeling of hot little hands coming from his arm, Lu Ming came to his senses a little, he thought that it was Illya who was in his arms, and that they had set up a tent yesterday and lived in his enchantment.

Then, Lu Ming quickly let go of Illya's body, rubbed his head with his raised arm, and thought, it is a crime to hold a young girl like this, Lu Ming prayed for forgiveness from the strict gods, and then sat up directly from the bunk.

He glanced at Illya, who had escaped his clutches, and had fallen asleep again, but after Illya felt that Lu Ming was not there, she closed her eyes and reached out to scratch it with some anxiety, and after grabbing Lu Ming's quilt, she hugged it, smiled with satisfaction on her lips, and seemed to take it as Lu Ming's appearance and fell asleep peacefully.

Lu Ming exhaled at this time, walked out of their tent with a low waist, and came outside.

In the Enchantment Forest, Lu Ming stood on the edge of the tent, feeling that the morning here seemed to be very cold, and it was precisely for this reason that his brain quickly woke up from the drowsy state just now.

Of course, the one who came to his senses, as well as his Black Flame Dragon, after all, he had just gotten up in the morning, he was not sensible, and he had been on Illya's little stomach just now, and now as soon as the wind blew, after he woke up, his Black Flame Dragon lay down weakly.

At this time, the sky of the distant enchantment suddenly emitted a golden holy light, rising to the sky, dyeing the entire sky with brilliance, but this scene only lasted for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, the holy light had disappeared, and the sky of the underground world returned to its dim appearance again.

And at this time, Lu Ming patted his head and said to himself: Oh no, I said that I seemed to have forgotten something yesterday!

As soon as Lu Ming saw the appearance of the Holy Light, he thought of the Holy Joan of Arc that he met yesterday, and thought to himself, it seemed that she was still tormented by the group of undead and demons, and immediately, he hurried in the direction of the Holy Light.

As she walked, she felt that Joan of Arc should have been unable to hold on to using the treasure just now, so she shouldn't have much to do, so there should be no problem for her to rush over now.

It's just that when Lu Ming arrived at the place, he found that he was wrong, on the battlefield at this moment, the undead and demons were wandering on the side, and Joan of Arc was already lying on the ground in the corner, ragged and dying.

The cloak on her body had long since disappeared, shattered into pieces of cloth and scattered on the ground around her, and the armor had been destroyed, revealing pieces of Joan of Arc's skin, but the girl's skin was covered with dust, and it seemed that she had fallen here no longer knowing how many times.

Joan of Arc is covered in blood, none of this blood is the undead and demons, they are all projected bodies, they can't shed blood, and even if they do, they don't know if they are still the same red as humans, in short, the current situation is that Joan of Arc has lost a lot of blood, and it looks like it's hopeless.

Of course, there is more to it than that, the wound is only one aspect, and now Joan of Arc has sweated a lot because of the night of fighting, but it has not been replenished, so now it looks like her lips are dry and a little dehydrated.

Joan of Arc is summoned in the form of possession, so she is not like other Heroic Spirits, and her movements are restricted by many humans.

Seeing such a miserable look in front of him, Lu Ming couldn't help but gently walked to the side of this girl who no longer knew whether she was alive or dead, and glanced at Joan of Arc with an embarrassed face, feeling a little ashamed.

Speaking of which, yesterday he did think about making Joan of Arc a girl, but it was just a thought, to be honest, he was still not so frustrated, at that time he just wanted the demons to teach the girl a good lesson, and wait for the girl to calm down and talk to her, but he didn't expect him to be busy with travel, and forgot about it, and now Joan of Arc has been tortured like this.

Although the body has not been toyed with, it is estimated that the mental trauma to Joan of Arc this time is no different from the reincarnation.

Joan of Arc, who was lying motionless on the ground, didn't seem to have completely fainted, and when Lu Ming squatted down to look at her, Joan of Arc had slowly opened his eyes and looked at Lu Ming, his eyes were full of grievances, and he looked very wet.

So when Lu Ming took her into his arms, she couldn't help crying, and with the last bit of strength in her body, she grabbed the clothes on Lu Ming's chest, and cried close to him.

Lu Ming hugged Joan of Arc's body, which was a little damp mixed with sweat and blood, and could feel that she was trembling violently, as if she was still afraid, it seemed that she was tortured by a group of demons and undead for a night, and it did leave a big shadow in her heart, I really don't know what those demons did.

Lu Ming couldn't help but touch Joan of Arc's soft fluffy flaxen hair, comforted her and said:

"Okay, I was wrong yesterday, I forgot about you by leaving you here......"

Lu Ming explained, Joan of Arc, who had been crying with his face buried in Lu Ming's arms, shook his head vigorously at this time, and Lu Ming could see that his clothes were immediately glued with blood and tears, as well as some dust and dirt.

Joan of Arc didn't look up, but just put his head against Lu Ming's chest in a sullen voice, and shouted indignantly:

"You devil !!"

Then he lay on top of him and continued to sob.

"Hey, did you find me first inexplicably and put a gun at my neck, reasonable?"

Lu Ming couldn't help but push Joan of Arc away, looking at Joan of Arc's dirty and beautiful face with everything on it, he couldn't help but say:

"Believe it or not, I'm going to tell you with practical actions now, what a real demon will do at this time?"

In the face of Lu Ming's evil words, Joan of Arc directly pushed away Lu Ming's hand that was pressing her shoulder, and fell into his arms again, refusing to say anything, just crying.

"Tsk, forget it, what you do will be reviewed."

Lu Ming looked at Joan of Arc and looked pitiful, and didn't want to expose her wounds anymore, so he held her behind his back and carried her back, ready to take her back to the tent so that she could have a good rest, and no matter what she did, she estimated that she was really going to die.

On the way, Joan of Arc was quite quiet, lying her face on Lu Ming's shoulder, silent, without any movement, as if she had fallen asleep.

And Lu Ming's hands, holding Joan of Arc's bare buttocks, to be honest, feel very irritable, his hands have always felt cool, slippery, and soft, plus he will always walk all the way down to some uneven roads, so he will always accidentally pinch it in his hands, and Joan of Arc behind him has no reaction, which makes him very complicated in his heart.

The girl fell asleep and didn't know, but she didn't care.

Lu Ming thought so in his heart. Thinking about it, he looked down at Joan of Arc's slender legs stretched out from behind him, although there was some dirt stuck to the legs, but it didn't affect the beauty at all, but it was the silver boots that Joan of Arc had lost on her feet, and the dark blue stockings that were only a part of her legs, which made him feel more and more excited.

Lu Ming hurriedly shook his head, eliminated his evil thoughts, and thought, let's send Joan of Arc back first, and talk about it later.

(Thank you for the reward of the quiet emperor, the emperor, you must not be with the mating maniac on one side)

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