"Banquet? Confession... Confession?" Zhao Qiankun's words brought Joan of Arc's thoughts back to the New Year's Eve banquet.

At that time, two people confessed to her, but I don’t know if it was one of them right in front of her. The first thing Joan of Arc thought was the boy who challenged the powerful brave with his weak body in his magic system.

In her vision, there were no longer simple camps around her, but a magnificent banquet hall. The boy who said to her at that time, "You are not a prize, you should pursue love according to your own wishes" perfectly coincided with the image of the young man in front of her...

Thinking of Zhao Qiankun's love words back then, Joan of Arc couldn't help but be stunned, his cheeks were hot, while Zhao Qiankun tilted his head and suddenly reached out to pat Joan of Arc's red cheeks. His rough palms and delicate face collided, which also brought Joan of Arc's thoughts back to reality.

"Wow!" Joan of Arc hurriedly took two steps back, covered his big blushing face and glared at Zhao Qiankun: "You...what are you doing?!"

Lao Zhao curled his lips: "I see your look of Sichun, I wake you up! That Haierluo is indeed quite handsome, just a little worse than me. You won't be crazy about just thinking about it, right?"

"Who... who is crazy about flowers! I am a proud Paladin!" Joan of Arc recalled his identity this time: "Besides, I'm not talking about him..." Speaking of this, the female Paladin's face suddenly turned redder, she covered her mouth and could no longer speak.

Zhao Qiankun frowned: "Forget it, anyway, I suspect that the Haierluo who is with you has a problem, let me meet him!"

"You mean Heerro?!" Joan of Arc seemed to react: "No...what can he have?"

"Anyway, just let me see him!" Zhao Qiankun raised his hand and grew a few tree roots and inserted them into the rotten corpse. As the root system continued to wriggle, he instantly absorbed the corpse as nutrients, leaving only the odor in the air, which proved the corpse's former existence.

"What's that trick?" Joan of Arc widened his eyes again. After not seeing each other for several months, Zhao Qiankun gave her too many surprises. She felt that she was afraid to recognize this junior.

"It's considered a wood-type spell..." Zhao Qiankun smiled and said, "This smelly thing is not suitable for being placed in the beautiful girl's boudoir..."

"But isn't this important evidence?" Joan of Arc said in confusion: "It should be shown to everyone, so that this ridiculous war can be terminated!"

"Do you think the war can end so easily?" Zhao Qiankun laughed and said, "If I want, I can bring a few more people and demonstrate it to every noble general. But I know that's useless. This is not a holy war. Even if it is a holy war, it may not be for the purpose of holiness!"

As he said that, Zhao Qiankun patted Joan of Arc on the shoulder and looked at her eyes and said, "I brought this corpse, just for you to see. I only believe in you and only need to explain it to you. At the same time, I also hope that you can see the reality clearly and don't worry about the war that you started and fall into self-blame!"

"Then... what are you going to do?" Joan of Arc was infected by Zhao Qiankun's sincere eyes and asked subconsciously: "Even if I took you to see Haierluo, what are you going to do?"

"Nothing..." Zhao Qiankun smiled and said, "I just want him to feel it, what is fear!"

Zhao Qiankun's unintentional words happened to confirm Joan of Arc's memories: "Fear...what do you want to do?"

Zhao Qiankun smiled but said nothing.

………

"What did you say? Joan of Arc brought someone he didn't know into the military camp?"

Just as Zhao Qiankun showed Joan of Arc's transformation into corruption, Haierluo, who was in the camp not far away, also received a report from the soldiers.

From the perspective of the class in the army, Joan of Arc belongs to Heilro's adjutant. For the teams under the two, although Joan of Arc is the princess, the brave is the highest commander. In addition, Shanghai Erro is better at winning people's hearts. Compared to Joan of Arc, the silly white sweet, the soldiers are more sincere to him, and they will report to him any movements. Poor Joan of Arc, the silly girl, was under surveillance but was completely unaware of it.

Heerro, who had received the information, narrowed his eyes. He didn't know who the person Joan of Arc was, but his instinct told him that this might be a trouble...

While thinking, a strange wave floated over and was captured by Heerro. The brave man frowned and turned his head to look in the direction where the wave came, which was exactly where Joan of Arc was.

"As expected... I didn't expect that there would be such a powerful plague mage in this world..." Haierluo muttered, walked out of the tent quickly, pressed the hilt of the broken steel sword around his waist, and came to Joan of Arc's tent all the way, lifted the curtain and ran into it, and happened to run into Joan of Arc and Zhao Qiankun, as well as broken leaves on the ground.

Haier Luoti's pen smelled, smelled the slight breath, then frowned and looked at Zhao Qiankun, holding the hilt of the holy sword with one hand: "Joan of Arc, is this your friend?"

As soon as he said this, Joan of Arc looked shocked: "Herro, don't you know him anymore?"

Zhao Qiankun, opposite, laughed: "I'm still trying to pull you out, but I didn't expect that I would reveal the fox's tail!"

When Haierluo heard this, he thought something was wrong. He immediately drew out the holy sword and slashed at Zhao Qiankun. As the holy sword left his body, the entire tent was divided into two by the surging sword energy.

However, Haierluo's attack did not hurt Zhao Qiankun. Duangang's sword blade was blocked by a thin sword. It was Joan of Arc's agave sword!

"Herro...what do you want to do!" Joan of Arc asked sternly: "Just because Zhao Qiankun once beats you, are you going to kill him? He even pretends to be unaware of it and suddenly attacks. It's so despicable!" As he said that, Joan of Arc shook his arms, opened Haierro's broken steel sword, and swung the dragon tongue sword in his hand.

It can be clearly seen that the thin sword edge of the Age Tongue Sword was knocked out by the broken steel. But it didn't matter. Under the self-repair function of the Age Tongue Sword, the gap was restored at a speed visible to the naked eye and soon became as intact!

Haierro did not answer Joan of Arc's words, but frowned and looked at Zhao Qiankun. Old Zhao smiled: "Silly girl, have you not figured it out yet? This guy is not pretending at all. He doesn't know me at all!"

As he said that, Zhao Qiankun pointed to the Duangang in Haierluo's hand: "If you don't believe me, please take a closer look!"

As the camp tent was split open, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the three of them. Under the sunlight, the broken steel holy sword flashed with dazzling reflections. It could be seen that there seemed to be a small scratch on the edge of the sword...
Chapter completed!