Master of Ninja World

"In short, I will assist you with all my heart in the future!" Jeanne's expression suddenly stared at Wuchen solemnly, as sonorously as if he swears, and his face was also particularly sacred.

"It's so good."

Wuchen smiled happily. To tell the truth, he was a little hesitant and hesitant when she resurrected Joan before. It would be bad if the woman was resurrected and he was against him.

Joan of Arc simply performed much better than she expected.

"Master Wuchen."

Atalante brought Fiore to the left. After seeing Joan, the two looked different.

"Ruler? Aren't you dead?" Fiore exclaimed.

As for Atalante, she looked towards Wuchen. She came back from the dead, should she be a masterpiece of Wuchen?She herself is a living example.

"Fiore...you can walk?"

Joan also looked at Fiore in amazement. Before, the child had always been in a wheelchair, but now how...

"Master Wuchen repaired my legs/legs." Fiore looked at Wuchen with fiery eyes, and said in a cheerful tone, worship and respect converged in those bright pupils.

"It's true... even I can be resurrected. Repairing a pair/legs is no big deal."

Thinking of her coming back to life, Jeanne was only slightly surprised and ignored.

"This child has decided to take refuge in me. If he is still in a wheelchair, it would be too inconvenient to move, so I used some small means to heal her legs." Wuchen explained.

"Although you all know each other, let me introduce it."

Wuchen pointed at the ruler and said, "This is Joan. Like Atalante, she is no longer a hero. She was resurrected by me using the reincarnation technique, and she will be her own person in the future."

"Please take care of it in the future."

Joan smiled politely, Fiore's mouth also raised an elegant arc, but Atalante frowned slightly, and she shook her little hand lightly, as if there was something unspeakable.

"Is there something wrong, Atalante," Wuchen asked.

"not at all."

The melancholy in Atalan's eyes flashed away, and it was very clever to cover up.

"Since it's okay, everyone should go back and rest. I don't know when Zige will bring his resurrected heroic army to fight."

He took a deep look at Atalante, clean and nonsense.

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As time turned into the middle of the night, Wuchen was lying alone on the bedding. The slightly cold night breeze blew in along the window, his head full of broken hair swayed gently, and he slept extremely quietly.

"Crunch!"

I don't know how long it took, the concealed door was gently pushed open, and a shadow came in quietly.

Even if the night is concealing it, one can still vaguely see her graceful/wonderful/hot music/line, and her long snow-white legs glowing with fluorescence, which is especially eye-catching.

"Even if you are an adult, you can easily catch a cold without a quilt like this."

The girl gently put the quilt on Wuchen's body, and then carefully closed the window. The room suddenly became a lot warmer.

She looked at Wuchen blankly for a moment, then turned her head and left.

"In the middle of the night...you seem to have something on your mind, Atalante, when did you feel so sentimental? It's not like you at all."

Wuchen's voice rang in his ears, and Atalanta, who was about to leave, was startled suddenly, and then bowed his head apologetically and said: "I'm sorry to disturb you and rest. I'm sorry, Master Wuchen, please punish me.

Atalante lowered his head, looking very guilty.

"..."

Wuchen heard the words and was extremely weird, looking at Atalante, who was looking down, his head was about to be buried in the career line.

It seems to have made a big mistake.

"Is it my illusion, Atalanta, I always feel that you have become more cautious." Wuchen couldn't help asking: "What is it?"

"I can't complete the task assigned by Master Wuchen. I disappoint you." Atalanta's eyes were red, and his voice was soft and faint, almost inaudible, as if he had made a mistake waiting for a lesson. Child.

At this time, there is still like that heroic spirit.

"You are excellent, Atalante."

Wuchen got up and rubbed her head, then took it into her arms and hugged it lightly, fiddled with Atalante's hair with bored fingers, and said softly: "Whether it is a human or a heroic spirit, it has the power. However, even if something is really not done, you don’t need to worry about it. If you have done everything, do I have to use it?

"But, but, but..."

Atalanta looked very excited, speaking incoherently, Wuchen could feel her heartbeat speeding up.

"Master Wuchen resurrected Joan, isn't it because she was too disappointed with me? If I can complete all your tasks, then Joan will seem insignificant!"

Atalanta finally plucked up the courage to say this.

"Uh..."

Wuchen couldn't help staying for a while after hearing the words. No wonder he felt that Atalante was a little cautious. It turned out that the appearance of Joan made the child feel the crisis.

Originally, one master and one servant depended on each other, which has always been like this. Now suddenly there is a Joan of Arc, which makes Atalante feel a lot of uncomfortableness and even feel that his status is affected.

This is not to blame Atalante. When someone is extremely possessive, the nerves will become extremely fragile and sensitive.

"Ahhhhhhhh...you are not jealous, Atalante." She pinched her lovely white jade nose, Wuchen teased.

"Uhhhhh!!!"

Atalanta nodded vigorously at this time, and said in a very serious tone: "Master Wuchen, I'm really jealous, it's the more serious one!"

"I hope you understand and help me solve it!" Atalante demanded solemnly.

"I rely on... how can you solve this?"

Wuchen is also drunk. The woman is indeed a strange creature. She is jealous, and Wuchen can help solve it?

Isn't this difficult for strong people?