My Heroic Life

Roland was relieved to hear this answer. Although his personality has changed a bit, the saint’s kindness is still there. This relieved the man a lot. He set his sights on the last sinner, Frank, but found that he had already Draws out the sword.

"Oh? You want to..."

"Puff."

Before Roland finished speaking, Frank had already pierced his heart with a sword. He looked at the youth and said with blood in his mouth: "If you come back sooner, I might be able to overcome despair, but unfortunately..."

Frank said so, with a sorrowful smile on his face and his eyes closed, leaving the young man staring at his corpse in a daze. He looked at the remorseful younger generation in this last last word, and his heart was silent for a while.

Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen

At this time, Roland couldn't help thinking about what kind of person was killed in front of him. Frank had undoubtedly struggled before, but failed. This man had a reputation as a wise general, so he understood the trial better. The court and certain parts of this country have been long-standing and incurable.

There are always people who say that everything that people do to live is shameless, so Frank, everything he does is certainly not honorable, but it cannot be said to be wrong. He just wants to live, but he has no ability to live honorably. .

In this world, being weak can really become the original sin sometimes.

Roland looked at the dead and began to think about it. At this moment, only the straight projections of the Templars stood on the high platform. No one of them made a sound in the mess, like soldiers waiting for the king's order.

They didn't disturb Roland's thoughts, but Joan saw keenly that his emotions were wrong, the girl frowned and thought about it, and immediately understood that he was about to start horny again.

"You should almost look at me."

The girl stepped forward and stretched out her hand to hold the young man's hand. She seemed to be intolerable, and said angrily: "You are here to save me, but you have been talking to others."

"Ah, indeed, I'm sorry."

"Forget it, I won't..."

The girl who intended to interrupt Roland’s thoughts didn’t care. She said words of forgiveness and was about to hold the young man’s hand. Unexpectedly, Roland took a step back. The two hands crossed by a few minutes, Zhen De's words were interrupted, her body stiffened, her eyes widened in disbelief.

"you......"

"That's not good."

Roland avoided Joan of Arc's hand and glanced at the more than one hundred Templar knights on the high platform. There were more than one hundred bright light bulbs lit there. They were all well-known old acquaintances, Roland. She didn't lose face for a while, but Joan, who didn't know what he thought, turned a little bit gray.

She looked at her hair that had turned pale blonde, and then at the metal fragments splashed out of the magic furnace. The woman reflected on it had golden pupils and pale skin, and she felt an ominous breath all over her body.

The girl glared at herself on the fragment, and her body gradually trembled. She began to step back. Roland, who noticed her abnormal behavior, took a moment to take her attention from the Templars, staring at the girl with a frown and asked. :

"Jan of Arc? What's the matter?"

"So that's it." The saint who knew she had fallen has a hoarse voice, she smiled sadly and said: "You think I am dirty."

"what did you say?"

"Yes, anyone will dislike me when I see this look, this filthy and unknown look."

Joan's voice choked, and she stepped back, and Roland flashed a flash of light in his mind, and immediately understood that he had misunderstood Joan.

"Jan of Arc, this is not the case, you have not changed at all in my eyes!"

"Don't lie to me anymore! I don't need such cheap mercy!"

Joan hugged herself with her hands, her eyes were hollow, and she had obviously lost all sense of security. She thought that her relatives and friends would feel cold behind her when she saw her now.

"The current me will only make people feel disgusted and disgusted. Such a depraved appearance will only cause discomfort to others."

"Calm down, I will despise you? What about..."

"Up to now, I don't need your pity! Obviously..."

Obviously, I don't even want to touch my hands.

The girl thought so in her heart, raised her hands to cover her ears, a little flame overflowed from her body and dissipated in the air, leaving only a drop of tears falling weakly from her eyes. Roland looked at such a Joan and understood that the problem might be serious. Up.

The changes in her own body, especially those involving the soul, not only make other people, but even Joan himself is also full of fear and confusion. The shock caused when she was rescued did not make her react. Now it is because of the negligence of the youth. , This hidden bomb was detonated.

The man looked at Joan, who was covering his ears and didn’t want to listen to anything. He was anxious. Once the change in thought took shape, it would be difficult to change. Especially for someone like Joan who was a little obstinate, he thought so, and the golden pupils started again. It lights up, and the irritability brought by the crystal of power makes him even more impatient.

"Ah, I see, it seems I want to prove myself."

He pressed his hand on his temple and was breathing to himself. Now Roland had no time to control the crowd on one side. He strode forward in front of Joan, grabbed her arm with both hands, and kissed directly.

"!"

Joan was suddenly attacked with tears in her eyes, her eyes widened dullly, and then she struggled fiercely.

"You, is your brain sick? I said to stay away from me, you...um!"

Before she finished speaking, Joan, who had just broken free and panting, was gagged by Roland, who frowned when she heard her self-deprecating words. The red glow on the girl's face spread to her ears, and she began to struggle again.

"That's why I said, I'm so filthy... Um!"

"If you have anything to do with me, others will... Um!"

"Huh, huh, you, you wait, those guys above are watching, I...um!"

"Enough! Ah! I see! Don't kiss any more idiots!"

Jeanne, who was already steaming on her head, yelled out of herself after another break free. She regained control of her hands and immediately hugged her knees and squatted on the ground with the sound of crying, leaving only her hair and a pair of pink ears.

"Idiot! Is there a problem with your brain? Actually...it's incredible!"

Roland looked at the shyness to the extreme, and she hugged Joan into a ball with a smile, and said without question:

"In the future, let me hear your self-deprecating lines, any filth, depravity, etc., regardless of time or occasion, I will gag your mouth in this way."

"You! Don't you have any shame? So many people above!"

"Ah, William and the others, it's okay."

Roland, who has already grown his memory once, will naturally not make the same mistake again. He clenched his fist and tapped his palm as if he thought of a good idea:

"Oh, by the way, just take advantage of this opportunity and just pick it up."

"You, what are you going to do?"

Joan raised her head in surprise and saw Roland facing the Templars, pointing at the squatting Joan:

"Everyone is here, so I just want to introduce it. This is Joan of Arc, Holy See, my love...puff!"

Roland's voice is still reverberating, but the person has already been bent over by a punch. The murderer Miss Joan maintains the posture of beating, tears of shame will come out.

"Enough! You idiot!"

Chapter 117 The Tyrant and the Witch