My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 441 Indescribable...Unspeakable...

It's like hugging a very warm pillow, and even the dreams you have are sweet.

The slender eyelashes fluttered, and the saint woke up from her dream. The afternoon sun filled her amethyst eyes, so the lazy girl was as beautiful as a spring scroll.

The quilt retains the fluffy sunlight and the light fragrance of the girl. As Jeanne changed into a comfortable position, she planned to stay in bed, but the feeling of a foreign object in her hand made her half-squint her eyes and look at her hand.

The tightly held black shirt came into view.

"This is?!"

Jeanne was instantly frightened and woke up. She threw away her shirt as if she had been bitten by a snake. She jumped up from the bed and looked sideways.

There was nothing on her side, only the depressions that were pressed down, telling the traces of someone who had been there.

Thinking about who the tenant is, and the dark shirt embroidered with gold patterns in his hand, it goes without saying that the 'lucky guy' who once slept with this saint.

He...how could he do this? !

Recalling the handsome and cold face of the young man, Jeanne couldn't help but lick the dry corners of her mouth, and was surprised to find...the corners of her mouth were a little salty and smelled like rust.

Anyone who has experienced battles will naturally be familiar with the smell of blood.

But she wasn't injured, so where did the blood come from?

"Miss Jeanne..." In the mind, the original owner of the body, Leticia, spoke faintly, "Do you still remember what you did after falling asleep last night?"

"At night? After falling asleep?" Joan of Arc smiled softly and elegantly, "Miss Letitia really knows how to joke. How can I remember when I'm already asleep? It's just a dream, and then I dreamed I got a pillow or something, and I feel a little embarrassed to say it, but I seemed to have bitten it as if it was something delicious... It was really a strange dream, wasn't it?"

"..." Leticia fell silent.

"Right?" Joan of Arc refused to give up and repeated it with a smile. But as she smiled, the smile on her face disappeared. Then she lowered her head and looked at the shirt in her hand... A certain saint suddenly threw herself back on the quilt. On the ground, he skillfully tied himself into a maggot and began to roll around.

"Wow QAQ, what have I done!"

Obviously, Miss Saint also has some guesses about the true identity of 'Pillow', but it might be better not to know some things.

"Hug him up? Did I hug him up? Well, in this case, my reputation in front of him will be ruined!" The quilt was filled with Joan's cries, along with the messy black and gold shirt.

...In fact, in front of Mr. Shuo Yue, you already have no reputation to speak of, right?

Leticia, who woke up an hour earlier than Joan of Arc, sighed. Although she lent her body to the saint, she could still see the outside world.

In the morning, the young man who was obviously stiff but still didn't make any movement, even though Jeanne's hands and feet were entangled with each other, and he was touching him, his beautiful and deep golden eyes, Laetitia has always been fascinated by it. deep impression.

What kind of emotions are hidden in such complicated yet indulgent eyes?

For some reason, she was curious.

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At the same time, the restaurant

The android enjoys the feeling of getting up early, breathing the fresh air, and feeling the comfortable feeling of stretching all over the body - before Shuo Yue prepared lunch, she was so excited that she had already walked around the whole house, but she still obeyed and did not go out. .

While Shuo Yue was busy in the kitchen, the android girl held her chin and looked sideways at the young man's movements. Her ruby ​​eyes were pure, full of childlike curiosity and exploration.

"But, teacher, don't you look good today?"

After seeing Shuo Yue's handsome yet cloudy face several times, the android thought for a long time and then frankly expressed his thoughts.

"It seems that you can already feel other people's emotions, not bad." After Shuo Yue gave a habitual instruction, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the area below the collarbone. The sudden explosion of pain made his eyebrows jump and he took a breath of cold air. .

For some reason, the pain caused by this small injury was actually stronger than being pierced by Vlad III. Every time he touched it, it was like a bomb exploding in his heart, setting off a turbulent flow of emotions that made Shuo Yue himself. Hard to tell.

"...There are very complicated reasons here, and I won't explain them to you."

Speaking of this, Shuo Yue happened to catch a glimpse of the blond figure, sneaking out against the corner. When he saw the two of them in the kitchen, his movements froze.

"Ah, is it Miss Joan of Arc? The one who lives in the teacher's room."

Because of Shuo Yue's intrusion, although the android girl has never talked to Joan of Arc, she is not a stranger to her: "Well, I remember the greeting is... Good lunch, have you eaten?"

Out of politeness, Joan stopped sneaking around and was about to answer when Shuo Yue, who was wiping the dining table, spoke quietly.

"Miss Saint, who has slept like a lazy pig until now and even dreams about eating, has certainly never had lunch."

"Ah haha..." Jeanne laughed dryly after being poked in the painful spot. She rubbed oil on her soles and wanted to leave the place of trouble. "Thank you for your hospitality. I have something to do and I'll go first. Goodbye!"

"Stop." The young man's slow voice was like an order, imprisoning the magic EX saint in place, and showed a little expression as if he was mourning for his concubine.

Ding.

The white porcelain plate was placed on the dining table and made a crisp sound. Shuo Yue looked at the cowering saint and smiled:

"Did you forget something?"

Hearing this, Joan of Arc said "uh", and her pretty face turned rosy to the naked eye. After hesitating for a long time, she still handed out the shirt hidden behind her back. She turned her head with erratic eyes, not daring to look at the young man in front of her.

"Is this dress yours?"

Obviously, this is the teacher's shirt.

The android girl recognized it at a glance. She glanced at Jeanne with a strange expression, then moved her gaze to look at Shuo Yue, who had been wearing a black robe since the morning...

In other words, the teacher is actually wearing nothing underneath?

"Of course, otherwise who do you want it to be?" Shuo Yue was wiping her hands, so she raised her chin and motioned for Joan to put down her shirt.

The blond girl hesitated for a long time, and finally took small steps, approaching the dining table little by little. As if she was throwing a bomb, she threw her clothes on the table, and then withdrew her hand as fast as lightning. She wanted to escape but met the young man's gaze again. , not daring to move, could only stutter:

"Well, why are you, your clothes, here with me..."

Hearing this, Shuo Yue raised her eyebrows.

"You don't even remember? Can't you? I still want you to give me an explanation?"

Explanation?

An ominous premonition arose, and Jeanne's breath was suffocated. She heard Shuo Yue continue: "After you fell asleep, you either wanted to hug me or strangle me, and then... oops."

Seeing Jeanne's expression change drastically, Shuo Yue tsked in a playful tone: "I really didn't expect that Miss Judge looks like this after she falls asleep."

"I...what happened to me?!"

Jeanne's legs were obviously weak, but in order to maintain the dignity of the judge, she still stubbornly tried to quibble.

It looks quite cute.

The smile on the corner of the young man's mouth became deeper, but he still tried to look embarrassed: "He just did something indescribable to me..."      Indescribable? ! Joan looked at the shirt on the table in disbelief.

"Unspeakable..."

Hard to say? ! The girl's face was flushed, her eyes were so moist that they could drip with water. She staggered and sat on the chair, gasping for air, her plump chest rising and falling.

What on earth did I do to him last night?

"Miss Jeanne, please drink some water."

The android girl handed her a glass of water, and Joan took it away. After drinking it, she drank a glass of boiled water with the momentum of Erguotou. With a 'bang' sound, Joan slapped the water glass on the table. , took the initiative to launch an attack:

"Mr. Shuo Yue, please answer my question directly. What on earth did I...do last night?!"

"You want to know?" How can the young man still have the indifference of yesterday? He smiled, with a fox-like cunning light in his eyes.

Joan of Arc rubbed her thigh uneasily, but still gritted her teeth and said, "Yes!"

"Sure?"

"Sure!"

Feeling that the saint's hair would explode if she continued to be aroused, Shuo Yue pretended to sigh: "Okay, then please watch carefully."

Watching? What to see?

Joan of Arc looked at Shuo Yue in surprise, only to find that the white-haired young man was smiling, suddenly reached out and took off Pluto's cloak.

Her eyes widened in an instant, Saint Maiden opened her mouth slightly, and her brain, which had just cooled down, began to work at full capacity again, almost turning her into a Steam Queen.

What caught Joan's eyes was the young man's naked upper body, his slender arms and graceful muscles. Just standing there, he was as sharp as a steel spear, exuding indescribable charm.

In front of the two girls, Shuo Yue showed off her figure generously, and her masculine aura made it difficult for Jeanne to breathe.

Her eyes fell involuntarily, and following the lines of the muscles, Joan saw a neat row of tooth marks, which landed on the lower part of Shuo Yue's collarbone. The red color was obvious, and it was obviously an 'injury' that had just been caused.

As for who is the initiator, it must have been revealed.

What happened last night also became clear. Apparently, a certain sleeping saint was not only satisfied with hugging Shuo Yue and touching him, she even treated him as something delicious and bit into him...

Joan of Arc made a sound, her brain was completely overloaded, and she lay on the table with smoke rising from her head.

No shame, no shame!

The majestic French saint dragged a man to bed in the middle of the night and did that to him.

What's more important is that it's someone else's body...

Lord, please forgive my blasphemy, my violation, my unchastity...

“It’s not the One in Heaven you should be asking for forgiveness, it’s me.”

The young man's voice came from far away, and Joan felt someone rubbing her head, and then picked up the shirt next to her. Amidst the rustling voice, Shuo Yue's voice contained a smile.

"Get up, Miss Adjudicator, I believe you won't dare to do anything inappropriate."

After hearing Shuo Yue's words, Joan of Arc could no longer pretend to be dead. She raised her head and looked at Shuo Yue with moist eyes.

"Well, how should I compensate you?"

"Oh, you still use the honorific title." Shuo Yue couldn't help laughing. He didn't take advantage of the situation, but knocked on the table, "It's lunch time, let's eat first."

"...Oh." Under Shuo Yue's smiling eyes, Jeanne pursed her lips, and finally sat down obediently, picking up the knife and fork.

Then...she had the most grueling meal ever.

The dessert before the meal is delicious, the main course is delicious, and the snacks after the meal are the same... But Shuoyue, can you stop looking at me! Don't you want to eat? !

The saint wailed in her heart, but it didn't stop her from turning her grief and anger into appetite, and swept away the food on the table. Even the android girl was shocked by her momentum, put down the tableware, and carefully handed the meal to the boss.

As for Shuo Yue, who was dressed neatly again, she stared at Joan of Arc intently, admiring her beautiful and holy profile. The depths of her golden eyes were filled with a smile that she didn't even know she had.

Indescribable? Hard to say?

This is a lie!

Shuo Yue is a servant and can turn into a spirit child and leave at any time, so how can she be taken advantage of by Joan of Arc?

He just couldn't help it, the beauty of last night flooded into his mind like a tide.

He thought of the sleeping saint girl, who was as obedient as a baby, hugging him like an octopus, burying her face in his chest, and murmuring softly and cutely.

He remembered that the girl sniffed, suddenly opened her small mouth, and bit him on the chest. Her hair fell down, and a mixture of pain and itching hit him. The young man frowned lightly, but suppressed his voice, unable to Look away from the girl.

He remembered that after the nonsense, the girl let go of her arms, but he couldn't help but hold her back, refusing to let go. He looked at her pouty red lips, reached out and brushed her cheeks, lifting up the strands of her blond hair.

Just recalling it, Shuo Yue could no longer suppress the smile on her face, until Joan of Arc was shocked when he saw her, holding the bowls and chopsticks in her hands, pushing away the dining table, silently retreating, retreating, retreating...

"Well, are you done eating?" Shuo Yue came back to his senses. He looked at Joan of Arc who had already retreated a few meters away, and stood up as if nothing had happened. "Are you full? Do you need me to make something more?"

"Well, no need." Joan of Arc was extremely uncomfortable with Shuo Yue's current appearance and whispered, "Excuse me, how can I compensate you?"

Looking at the respectful Saint Lady, Shuo Yue secretly smiled inwardly and reached out to flick her smooth forehead, causing the girl to scream in surprise and cover her forehead in grievance before she stood up with satisfaction.

"Let's talk about the compensation later. I have some things to go out first. Miss Judge also asked me to communicate with the android I rescued. She escaped from the Black Fortress and was qualified to participate in the war. She signed a contract with the Black Rider. My new Master must have a lot of knowledge that you need to popularize for her."

"Master? Is this the android lady?" When it came to business, Jeanne instantly sorted out her inner emotions and looked at the silver-haired girl who rarely spoke. Shuo Yue also took this opportunity to get out of their sight and return to herself. s room.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed that retained body heat, the smile on Shuo Yue's face gradually dissipated. He snapped his fingers expressionlessly, the imaginary space expanded, and the image display exuding metallic luster fell out.

This image display looked ordinary. It didn't contain any great mystery, and it didn't have any powerful magic attached to it. Shuo Yue turned it on, and the illuminated screen reflected a corner of the courtyard.

A priest wearing a cassock and a gentle face walked through it, walking towards somewhere in the courtyard.

"I've been hiding it for so long, and now I'm finally planning to put an end to it while I'm not around."

Looking at the man in the picture, the corners of Shuo Yue's mouth were slightly raised, and his golden eyes were full of indifference and ridicule.

"It's a pity that even if you take every precaution, you still can't escape from my grasp, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada..."

Accompanied by the whispers of the assassin, the priest on the red side was completely unaware. He just straightened his posture and opened an inconspicuous door somewhere with respect.

The misty smoke drifted away, and the priest disappeared into it with a smile on his face.

——Together with someone’s familiar lurking in the imaginary number.

　I am so excited about the exams that I still have to make some dog food to make up for my hurt heart (laughing and crying)

　　The scene between Shuo Yue and Joan of Arc is almost over here, and next is the scene between Mo Zai and Da Mao... Well, plus the appearance of Joan of Arc's Takeuchi face.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)