It is impossible to learn elf magic.

According to the Magic Book, the Elemental Elf was born from the "Elf Corridor" of the planet.

If there is really an elf corridor on the earth, then the atmosphere will be filled with quite strong elements, and with Joan of Arc's mental power as high as 395 (nearly 40 times higher than that of ordinary people) it is impossible to sense it.

"Then "Introduction to the Basics of Magic"?" Ye You asked again.

Joan of Arc stared for a long time, but he wanted to speak but stopped. He sorted out his words, but he stopped and wanted to speak, but in the end he still didn't know what to say.

"Sorry, master. I feel I can understand it, but I don't know how to express it."

Joan of Arc frowned, "Introduction to the Basics of Magic...is not like a book...what did you say?"

"Is it a technique?" Ye You wrote a novel, and read a lot of mixed documents, adding.

There is a saying that magic books are usually not recorded in words, but knowledge recorded in the art itself, and require strong mental power to "read".

This assumption is just in line with the current situation.

"The technique...right." Joan of Arc had a clear feeling of clearness to clear away the clouds, "It's this feeling."

"Since you can understand it, let it go."

Ye You pushed two magic books into Joan of De's arms.

Joan of Arc subconsciously wanted to refuse, but finally held the book in both hands and whispered: "Thank you master."

"It's getting late, prepare to go to bed. That... forget it, nothing, go to bed."

Ye You sighed in her heart.

Joan of Arc tilted his head, puzzled.

She hugged the book, squeezed out two beautiful curves to both sides, and then said seriously: "I will study the magic book well and will not disappoint the master!"

“…Well, come on.”

the next day.

The light is very soft, the early summer breeze blows into the room from the blue sky, and the air is clear.

Ye You, who was sleeping on the sofa, woke up slowly, feeling a little heavy, and there was an extra blanket, which I didn’t have last night.

There was a slight noise coming from the kitchen. Ye You rubbed his sleepy eyes, sat up, and stared blankly at the direction of the kitchen.

What, come?

Ye You got up and walked to the kitchen door. Joan of Arc changed into a sky blue home clothes, and his brilliant blonde hair was tied into a braid.

She was holding a spoon in her hand and put it on her lips. The crystal soup was stained with her pink lips, reflecting an attractive luster under the dawn.

"Yeah." Joan of Arc nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing the movement behind him, Joan of Arc turned his head, and his generous home clothes could not cover up her graceful curves.

“Master, I tried to cook the porridge.”

Ye You got up and had low blood sugar, her head was a little confused. He said oh, and went to the washbasin to rub his face.

After washing up, a faint fragrance wafted in the kitchen.

Joan of Arc quickly brought two bowls of porridge to the dining table, staring at Ye You expectantly and nervously.

Looking at Joan of Arc who was nervous, Ye You scooped up a small spoonful, blew it, and swallowed it in one bite, "It's delicious."

"Ah, is that so good!" Joan of Arc showed a happy smile.

The two sat opposite each other and had breakfast, and the quiet and warm time flowed.

Halfway through the meal, Ye You suddenly said, "Joan of Arc."

"Master?" Joan of Arc raised his head in confusion, and looked at Ye You with blue and clear eyes.

"I should have noticed it these days. I'm just an ordinary person."

“…”

Joan of Arc silently lowered his head, put down the spoon, and placed his hands on his thighs with his crossed hands.

"Yes." The girl nodded.

"But that doesn't matter." Joan of Arc said: "At the last moment, it was the master who reached out to me, not the others, not God, but the master."

Joan of Arc slowly raised his head, "So, master is master."

“…”

The sun shone into the restaurant, spreading a layer of light on Joan of Arc, and Ye You stared at her in a daze.

“Master?”

"Ah. Oh, is that? So that's it."

"Does the master think I'm in trouble..."

"Hey? Why do you say that?"

"Suddenly I came here uninvited, I didn't know anything, I had to teach the master, and I also occupied the master's bed..."

"No, I don't think so at all. It's better to say that Joan of Arc is very happy to come to my house, really happy."

Ye You hurriedly explained.

But you know there is only one bed.

Joan of Arc seemed to have read Ye You's thoughts, and it might have been a coincidence that he blushed and said, "When I got up today, I saw the master sleeping outside... I am very sorry."

Ye You raised his head and saw Joan of Arc's light cherry-colored thin lips, fair neck, delicate collarbone, and the raised round curve hidden in the loose home clothes.

"Ah? It doesn't matter. I slept the same everywhere. OK, let's have a meal."

After breakfast, Ye You taught Joan of Arc to surf the Internet.

The main thing is to teach her to play games. No matter what kind of game, it is the most fun to play together.

It just so happens that there are two computers at home, a laptop and a desktop. Two people can drive black and fight dota.

But I don’t know if Joan of Arc’s “illiteracy” is an inherent attribute. Although Joan of Arc is already able to speak Chinese under the same status as a co-confidence, he cannot recognize words.

In this way, she couldn't see the strategy, so Ye You could only teach her step by step.

But it doesn't matter, Joan of Arc is very smart and teaches quickly.

In less than a day, Joan of Arc had a preliminary understanding of the rules of the dota game and could simply control characters with a mouse, so as to avoid being killed by towers and soldiers.

"Yeah, now you can open the blacklist."

After teaching for a long time, Ye You, it’s time for a good harvest and finally, you can enjoy the darkness.

"Joan of Arc, choose Zeus. It's the dwarf holding the hammer. Yes, that's it. I'll tell you to enlarge it and you'll enlarge it."

After reading the post, Ye You chose a white bull and typed it: "Zeus novice player, please give me some advice."

[Sword Saint: It's easy to say, I'm here to fish in the fish pond, see my Sword Saint 1v5]

The Sword Saint is very confident.

[Axe King: I understand that they all come from newcomers.]

[Medusa: Why do I feel like I have to kneel down in this lineup?]

Medusa calmly analyzed the situation and expressed her concerns.

[Sword Saint: Just lie down.]

Then, the Sword Saint was killed by Xiaoyu on the opposite side and took one blood.

This is so embarrassing.

With 9 minutes of time, Xiaoyu has already killed a lot.

【Medusa: I feel like I have to kneel...】

[Sword Saint: Stay stable, we can win.]

The Sword Saint is not as confident as before.

Games are real-time strategy games, in other words, war.

The Holy Maiden Red Lotus will never underestimate any war.

Joan of Arc gradually entered the state.

"Master, I'm dead again..."

"Master...Why did the little fish suddenly appear beside me?"

"Master, this man is so sinister. He actually hid here and attacked me."

"Master, there are soldiers, why did the tower hit me?"

"Master...How did Long Xin come out?"

"Why do you want to be the dragon's heart when you play Zeus?"

"Because, there is a lot of blood?"

"Joan of Arc, zoom in quickly, W!"

"Ah! master! I killed the little fish!"

Joan of Arc, who had been abused for the afternoon, raised his hands and cheered.

The happiness of competitive games is so simple and boring. Often, in just one moment, it can ignite passion.

They ordered dinner outside and continued to play after dinner.

Until late at night, Ye You vaguely remembered that there seemed to be something else that had not been done.

By the way, the novel seems to have not been updated yet.

Today is the pigeon, and I will make up for it tomorrow, but it seems that I will be all night tonight, so I am afraid I won’t get up tomorrow.
Chapter completed!