Chapter 438 I Can Play with This Leg for a Year

Chapter 439 I can play with this leg for a year

The night lingers, the morning light disappears. His palms wandered over the lines on the girl's back, and he heard a plea with a crying tone in his ears, but the young man just pressed forward further, concentrating on finding the rules of the Command Spell system.

Then he came to the conclusion - it was impossible.

He couldn't snatch the Command Spell on Jeanne's back.

If it was an ordinary Holy Grail system, Shuoyue, who had the third law, would naturally have the highest authority and could take whatever he wanted. But this time the Holy Grail War was offset. Jeanne, who was summoned on behalf of the Holy Grail itself, was like an administrator with a special ID card, and even Shuoyue could hardly interfere.

Deliberately ignoring the softness coming from the root of the thigh, Shuoyue looked down at the captured saint, his eyes gradually becoming dangerous.

Since he couldn't get the Command Spell, otherwise... kill him?

No, if he killed the Judge, his hatred value for the Holy Grail would be immediately full. Whether the Blue side would be exposed was another matter, and the Red and Black camps would never let him go.

Then, seal?

But he didn't come in person. He wanted to seal a saint who was sensitive to magic EX, and the magic consumption was definitely not something he could afford. Even if he connected to the red side's artificial human system, Assassin's performance was not enough to lock Jeanne into the imaginary space.

"Tsk... this troublesome assassin."

He complained like this, but to be honest, the current situation made Shuoyue a little worried.

He couldn't kill her, and he couldn't play the imprisonment play, so what should he do.

It was not a solution to continue in this stalemate. He couldn't keep Jeanne from leaving, but once her magic power recovered, it would be her turn to swing the holy flag and chase Shuoyue to beat him.

What's more... there was an orderly and kind aloof foodie at home, staring at him dimly.

Thinking of this, Shuoyue made a complete decision, and his palm left Jeanne's back and wanted to get up.

"Wait a minute!" Jeanne exclaimed, her voice soon became quieter, her body curled up into a small ball, her voice could not hide her crying, "Don't look..."

This body is not just hers, but also belongs to Leticia. Even if Shuoyue misunderstood and led to her current situation, the girl's innocence should not be tarnished.

Although the assassin version of Shuoyue has no emotions, it is not that the lower body is gone. After finishing the work, he looked at the saint lady who was curled up, her hands were trapped behind her back, and he was stripped into a little sheep. His Adam's apple couldn't help rolling.

Fuck, who can bear this!

Fortunately, Shuoyue also knew the specialness of Jeanne. He shook his head and threw the beauty in his heart out of the sky, then bent his fingers and gently tapped her shoulders to release the confinement of the third law.

After the forced spirit-like outfit returned, Joan of Arc, who had been trying to cover up, felt relieved. She relaxed and collapsed on the chair, her eyes were tearful, she was panting, her face was red and hot, and her brain was congested due to the wrong posture. She felt dizzy and didn't even notice that her hands were freed.

But a bad man didn't want her to rest. Shuoyue thought about it, and suddenly half-knelt down and grabbed her slender white legs.

It must be said that Joan of Arc's dress is still very understanding. As long as the hem of her skirt is lifted, there is only a thin layer of black silk, and the delicate skin above the knee is exposed, which looks sexy and seductive.

"I can play with these legs for a year." Shuoyue couldn't help but murmured the famous words of Erye.

Everyone laughs at Erye, everyone is Erye.

"Ah! You, what are you doing?!" Jeanne subconsciously tensed her body and covered her chest with both hands. Unfortunately, the struggle just now had exhausted her energy. Even if she was not tied up, she had no strength to stop Shuoyue's actions. She could only emphasize again and again with shame and anger, "Everyone said that you must have misunderstood! I have no ill intentions."

Even though she was flirted with to such an extent, she still thought it was her own problem. How stupid was this saint?

"I already know." Shuoyue answered without raising her head. The third method in her hand quickly analyzed her body and spiritual clothes data. "If you don't want to be stripped naked by me again, shut up."

"?!!" The village girl Jeanne quickly covered her mouth, fearing that the young man would turn into a beast and execute her and Leticia on the spot.

Fortunately, the young man did not do anything too outrageous this time. In Jeanne's view, he just stared at her legs for a while... and then stood up and walked back to the kitchen again.

"Have you eaten? I'll give you my bottom."

"Ah? Oh, thank you." Joan of Arc responded subconsciously, and then reacted and looked at Shuoyue in disbelief.

It's over now? Not even an apology? !

She was, was... treated like this!

But recalling the dead fish face of the young man from beginning to end, and the expression that perfectly interpreted "no woman in mind, draw the sword naturally god", Joan of Arc puffed up her cheeks, angrily punched him twice, and could only lie on the table, powerlessly comforting herself.

"At least... I wasn't seen, uh, naked... right?"

When she was captured, she was tried to be raped by an English nobleman in prison, and had to put on men's clothes again - and the obscene eyes of the nobleman, Joan of Arc still shudders when she thinks of it.

In front of the chastity of a girl, the so-called reasons and the misunderstandings in it must be put aside first.

And if at this time, there was a kind person who offered food to her who was starving...

Nothing else would matter!

Looking at the noodles served by Shuoyue, Jeanne, who had been hungry for a long time, starved.

This was not the macaroni she was familiar with, but perhaps because her stomach was empty, the aroma of this bowl of noodles was much stronger than any dish Jeanne had ever seen.

"Hand-rolled noodles with soybean paste. Considering that you don't like spicy food, I put sweet bean paste and minced garlic."

Out of instinct as a chef, Shuoyue wanted to explain a few more words, but after the noodles were placed on the table, the originally dying Miss Arbiter suddenly sat up in shock, picked up the noodles with a spoon and fork and put them into her mouth. In an instant, she was resurrected and ate the whole bowl of noodles in a blink of an eye, and even asked for another bowl with tears in her eyes.

"Don't worry, take it easy."

Handing a bowl of boiled soup and motioning Jeanne to drink it, for some reason, Shuoyue looked at the pitiful girl in front of her and felt a sense of déjà vu.

After the steaming soup went down her stomach, her tightened stomach suddenly relaxed. Jeanne squinted her eyes in satisfaction and burped with satisfaction. When he realized what was going on, he covered his mouth with a red face.

"Sorry! I, I didn't mean it..."

"It's okay, the satisfaction of the diners is the best encouragement for me." Shuoyue smiled and handed over another bowl of noodles enthusiastically, "Come on, please enjoy."

Can't kill, can't bury, plus there is another judge supervising at home, Shuoyue has only one attitude left towards Jeanne.

Try your best to make friends.

At present, Shuoyue doesn't know what Jeanne's "revelation" is, but in any case, feeding food to brush up his favor is a piece of cake for him.

Back then, King Arthur, Yuzu, Illya, Miyu, Gudako, and Nero... even Gilgamesh and the emperor, didn't they all bow down to his superb cooking skills (fog)?

"Eat, eat..." Looking at Joan of Arc, who had thrown the questioning of him out of the window and was fully enjoying the food, Shuoyue's smile became more and more proud.

As expected by Shuoyue, after eating and drinking, Joan of Arc did not say anything, but just sulked for a long time, then felt sleepy, warned him "not to leave before noon", snatched the room arranged by the old man for Shuoyue, lay on the bed, and began to sleep for a long time.

"Eat and sleep, sleep and eat, you are worthy of it, a French village girl, easier to coax than a girlfriend..."

Shuoyue was not angry after being retaliated by the saint, but just complained, then decisively ignored her request and left the house.

The data has been obtained, and it must be sent to Lingxia and others.

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