Because I'm too afraid of being unlucky, I'm all lucky.

He was no longer that young man who had to pray to the sky for everything, and now he was an immortal emperor.

The children not far away were curious and excited when they saw this scene. Even though they didn't understand anything, they could feel the air around them became fresher.

Every time I take a breath, I can feel that my internal organs are being nourished, and I feel refreshed, as if I have been under the sewage before, and now I finally break out of the water, breathe to my heart's content, and feel the beauty of the world.

Henry Zhang continued to maintain his movements, and the irrigation of aura and vitality was unhurried. He could have been faster, but he was just taking the opportunity to delay time.

After the initial excitement, the children stopped paying attention to this side. They ran to the back of the church to take out the ingredients that Henry Zhang had left before, and started cooking like little adults.

The division of labor is reasonable, there are general firewood, fire control, vegetable washing, vegetable cutting, cooking and cooking, and waiting with fingers.

After a while, the aroma of the food permeated the air. Among the children, some wanted to invite Zhang Xuansheng and Joan of Arc to have a meal together, but they were stopped by the "sensible" children, and they silently sat down to eat by themselves.

It was autumn, and the afternoon sun was not hot, but warm enough to make you want to take a nap.

The weather is so good today, so good that God needs to take a nap, so Zhang Xuansheng is not too much to take a nap as an immortal emperor, right?

But apart from the warm sunlight, there is also a more waking heat, like the sunlight through the window falling on a certain part of the body, between warm and hot, but he is standing outside right now. , the whole body is bathed in the sun, what could be hotter than this?

It was the sight, the sad sight of Joan of Arc.

Zhang Xuansheng had no choice but to muster up the courage to turn his head back, and looked at Joan of Arc who was still sitting on the steps, feeling a little dazed for a while.

The shift of daylight caused the shadow cast by the church behind to fall on top of Joan of Arc's head, which did not block her brilliance, but instead seemed to cover her with a magnificent veil, revealing a seductive beauty under the mystery.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of the sculptures he saw when he was traveling in the real spirit world. The sculptures under the hands of the master were not the beauty of form like Venus with a broken arm in the previous life, but the kind that could weave a thin veil with blunt fairy materials. And the ingenious beauty of craftsmanship with a round body like jade fat.

If the God Joan of Arc believes in really exists, then it must have been a fine day like today when she was created, so she took a nap in a reasonable way, and when she put down her brush, she inadvertently left such a streak on Joan's face, making her She is as beautiful as a hazy veil.

It was like a dream Zhang Xuansheng had, so beautiful that he didn't want to wake up.

Only now did he vaguely remember that in some aspects, Joan of Arc was his predecessor.

Chapter 650 Come back with me

"Come back with me, and that kind of thing will never happen again."

By coincidence, Henry Zhang spoke again, without any hesitation or embarrassment, all following his heart.

Joan of Arc looked at Zhang Xuansheng with a serious expression, and looked at each other for a long time, but after a while, she burst out laughing.

There are immature birds soaring into the sky between the heaven and the earth, and there is a dreamlike scene of revival of all things. The cherry blossom tree in front of the church also blooms again with the infusion of vitality, and the flowers fall empty and float all over the courtyard.

There are too many beautiful scenes in this world staged around, as if a beautiful recovery image was fast-forwarded, as it should be, but it was paused at this moment, at least in Zhang Xuansheng's eyes.

Because the best smile makes everything else dull, and time will stop for this beautiful scene.

"Okay."

A fairy-like voice sounded, and there was still a slight smile on the vermilion lips after they were lightly parted.

The next moment, the world started to run again, and Henry Zhang continued to inject vitality and aura after returning to his senses.

A stronger power poured into Asuka's body, fluttering its wings and flying high, the cherry blossoms bloomed and fell, and bloomed again until the garden was full of flowers.

Before Henry Zhang had time to show his joy, Joan of Arc spoke again.

"but"

Henry Zhang raised his mind again, but what?

"Wait until they grow up."

Joan pointed to the children who were chasing Luoying in the courtyard, her eyes doting on them.

"That's natural."

Henry Zhang nodded, heaving a sigh of relief in his heart, but he actually meant to bring these children back to Shenfengmen together.

But thinking about it now, Joan of Arc is indeed more thoughtful than he thought, the inheritance of the Western Continent will continue, and a new pope will be born among these children, and the glory of this continent will once again be opened up.

Henry Zhang sat back on the steps again, and there was another long silence, but the embarrassment was gone.

Neither of them spoke, enjoying the rare and quiet afternoon.

"Ask, I know you have something to say."

When the sun was setting, Joan spoke first.

Henry Zhang glanced at the other party, without due fear and anxiety, just calm.

"What did that guy mean before?"

Finally got to the point.

"It talks a lot. What do you want to know? About my mother, or about me?"

Joan of Arc quietly looked into the distance, lost in memory.

"Speak slowly."

Henry Zhang is not in a hurry, he has a lot of time to listen.

"Do you know why I was taken in?"

Joan raised her hand and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Because I'm too pretty? Like I'm too handsome?"

Zhang Xuansheng guessed.

"Only at this time, I think you are really thick-skinned, although what you said is true."

Joan rolled her eyes, and said to herself, how can she boast that she is handsome?But to say that I'm pretty sounds good to me.

Henry Zhang smiled foolishly.

"You know less about me than you think. You only know that I was used as a comparison experiment with you, and you know my number, but you don't know my other characteristics."

Joan of Arc said, paused, it seemed that some not-so-good memories made her sick, but she continued: "Although you were unlucky before, compared to me, your life is pretty good, at least there will be no Force you to do something you resist"

She seemed to realize that improper wording could easily lead to misunderstanding, and she explained: "Oh, don't get me wrong, because of my father, no one will force me, it is my characteristics that force me, so I won't tell you in detail said."

"In our common characteristics, there is actually a slight difference. Women will be infatuated with you, but it is normal, and they will not completely lose their minds; but for men, I am a more deadly poison, which they cannot resist My own instincts are the same even for the best members of the foundation, so the ones who take care of me are all female members."

"The above bright features have all been improved after traveling to this world. The former is suppressed after I practiced. The latter is that people who have practiced in this world are far stronger than normal people. You should also understand this."

Henry Zhang nodded, that was indeed the case. He ran to the Moon God Palace, and a smile could make the younger sisters with lower cultivation base feel better, but the younger apprentices with higher cultivation base would be more reserved, and they could be regarded as self-control.

Further up, the immortals admire him more in a subtle way, and whether they express it directly or not depends on their personality.

Theoretically speaking, when one reaches the realm of an immortal emperor like Lan Yu, one should be very resistant to him, but there are some things that cannot be judged purely on the basis of appearance, and there are times when they are right.

"A large part of my beauty is inherited from my mother, but you should understand better than anyone that we are attracted to the opposite sex not just because of good looks, but something more special, many Immortals have mastered the technique of transforming body shape, but even if he completely reproduces your appearance, it will not have the same effect as you. This is one of the reasons why we are contained, an unexplainable characteristic."

"In terms of this characteristic, judging from your experience and actual situation, what interferes with you is some kind of positive and benevolent force, while I am obscene and malicious."

Having said that, Zhang Xuansheng still couldn't help interrupting, because Joan of Arc's characteristics have not affected him much, and it is impossible for the researchers of the Foundation to disclose the detailed information of another experimental subject to him, so he is not sure about the specific situation. learn.

"Why did you come to this conclusion?"

Henry Zhang was puzzled.

Joan of Arc gave Zhang Xuansheng a somewhat ashamed and angry look, making him wonder where he was wrong.

After hesitating for a while, Joan decided to make it clear, because she had to let Zhang Xuansheng realize that her mother was an extremely evil existence.

"To put it simply, when a woman sees you, she admires you, while when a man sees me, he wants to invade or offend you."

Henry Zhang was stunned after hearing this, and then he knew where he was wrong. This really shouldn't be asked. It is really a shame for a woman to say such things in person.

Seeing that Zhang Xuansheng was at a loss, Joan rolled her beautiful eyes and said, "So don't interrupt me next time."

Henry Zhang nodded like a good baby.

"The source of your traits is unknown, but mine can be traced back to my mother, The Goddess."

Jeanne slowly confided a name, "They also call her a goddess."

"goddess?"

This title is almost becoming a derogatory term on the original world website. Zhang Xuansheng wanted to complain, but he knew it was out of date, so he held back.

"Yes, she is a demigod-level fourth-stage reality bender. As a daughter, I should not say certain things to outsiders, nor should I slander my mother, but she is indeed an abnormally evil woman."

Joan shuddered as she recalled something she had accidentally learned about her mother from her father.

Chapter 650 Seven Joan of Arc's Mother Goddess

Henry Zhang just listened quietly, without interrupting.

"I haven't met my mother, but I can infer from the fear that some researchers occasionally look at me when chatting in the distance, what kind of shadow she has left on people, so that they will be afraid of me. "

"The only thing I'm thankful for is that my father is not a strange container, otherwise I should be a little lunatic."

Jeanne felt a little emotional.

"Then your father is a human? Humans can have sex with goddesses?"

Henry Zhang felt that the atmosphere was a bit heavy, so he used "bubble" this time to make the atmosphere more relaxed.

But Joan did sneer and said, "My father probably hates that woman the most."

"why?"

Henry Zhang wondered, there are children here, and still hate?

"Because my mother raped my father."

Joan of Arc's words almost made Henry Zhang choke on his own saliva.

"And more than once, that's why I'm here."

Jeanne continued.

Ah this.

Zhang Xuansheng felt a little confused, but if he wanted to see Joan of Arc, her father didn't seem to be at a disadvantage.

"Then your father treats you?"

Henry Zhang asked worriedly.

"My father was very kind to me and often visited me when I was young."

Joan recalled.

"What then?"

"Later he disappeared, and his life and death are unknown, but I heard that it was related to your wife. I will ask her."

The atmosphere became so serious that Zhang Xuansheng couldn't speak. He didn't expect that Joan of Arc would still have such a relationship with Linlin.

Reminiscent of Linlin's ability, it seems to be the ability to distort reality.

"The little witch girl is also your mother's masterpiece, right?"

Henry Zhang asked with some doubts, without any gossip.

Joan of Arc looked at Zhang Xuansheng speechlessly and said: "Put away your dirty thoughts, although my mother is evil, and the way of expressing love is not normal, but it is said that she only did that to my father."

Henry Zhang was at a loss for words for a while, why am I so dirty, obviously you thought of some dirty things, and you will understand it as colored when you listen to certain words with colored ears!

"Then where is your mother now?"

Henry Zhang changed the subject.

"She's dead, and that's how it should be, at least in the Foundation's records."

When Joan of Arc said this, her shoulders couldn't stop shaking. She could feel that an invisible hand was playing with her fate. She was not free and unattended. There was a pair of scarlet evil eyes looking at her all the time. The owner of those eyes was her mother.

"But listen to what that guy said, your mother is not dead yet."

Henry Zhang recalled the human-shaped black mist, which was in awe of the "Goddess".

"That's why I didn't die. I recalled some things. I don't know if the epidemic doctor you know has told you."

Some terrifying preconceptions appeared in Joan's mind.

"what?"

Henry Zhang was puzzled, Mr. Epidemiologist had taught him too many things.

"Have you heard of it?"