Naruto Ninja Master

Simply Joan of Arc's performance was much better than he expected.

"Master Wuchen."

Atalante came to the left with Fiore, and the two had different expressions when they saw Jeanne.

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

As for Atalanta, she looked at Wuchen. She was resurrected from the dead. Should it be Wuchen's masterpiece?She herself is a living example.

"Fiore... can you walk?"

Joan of Arc also looked at Fiore in amazement. Before this child was always in a wheelchair, but now...

"It was Lord Wuchen who repaired my legs/legs." Fiore looked at Wuchen with fiery eyes, and said in a high-spirited tone, admiration and respect were gathered in those bright pupils.

"It's true... even I can do it again. It's no big deal to fix a pair/leg."

Thinking of her own resurrection, Jeanne was just a little surprised and ignored.

"The child decided to rely on me. If she was still in a wheelchair, it would be too inconvenient to move, so I used some small methods to heal her leg." Wuchen explained.

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

Wuchen pointed at the ruler and said, "This is Jeanne. Like Atalanta, she is no longer a heroic spirit. She was resurrected by me using the reincarnation technique, and she will be her own in the future."

"Please take care of me in the future."

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

"Is there anything wrong, Atalanta?" Wuchen asked.

"not at all."

The melancholy in Atalanta's eyes disappeared in a flash, which was cleverly concealed.

"Since it's all right, everyone should go back to rest. I don't know when Zig will bring his army of resurrected heroes to fight."

Taking a deep look at Atalante, Wuchen is not talking nonsense.

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Time turned to late at night, Wuchen was lying on the quilt alone, the slightly cold night wind blew in through the window, the broken hair on his head swayed gently, and he slept extraordinarily quiet.

"Crench!"

I don't know how long it took, the door that was hidden was gently pushed open, and a figure walked in quietly.

Even with the darkness covering it, she can still vaguely see her graceful/miaoja/fire curves/lines, her long snow-white legs glowing with fluorescence, which is particularly eye-catching.

"Even Mr. Wuchen, if you don't cover the quilt like this, it's easy to catch a cold."

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

She stared at Wuchen for a moment, then turned around and left.

"In the middle of the night...you seem to have something on your mind, Atalanta, when are you so sentimental, you don't look like you at all."

Wuchen's voice resounded in his ears, and Atalanta, who was about to leave, was stunned for a moment, then bowed his head apologetically and said, "I'm so sorry for disturbing your rest, please punish Mr. Wuchen."

Atalanta lowered her head, looking very guilty.

"........"

Wuchen heard the words very strange, looking at Atalanta who lowered his head, his head was buried in the career line.

Like a big mistake.

"Is it my illusion? Atalanta, I always feel that you have become restrained." Wuchen couldn't help but ask: "What is the reason?"

"I can't complete the task given by Mr. Wuchen. I'm disappointed." Atalanta's beautiful eyes were red, and her voice was soft and weak, almost inaudible, as if she had made a mistake and waited for a lesson. children.

At this time, it still looks like that heroic spirit.

"You are excellent, Atalanta."

Wuchen got up and rubbed her head, then took her into his arms and hugged her gently, fiddling with Atalanta's hair in a boring way, and said softly, "Whether it's a human being or a heroic spirit, everyone has the ability. Limited, even if some things are really not completed, there is no need to worry, if you have completed everything, do you want me to use it?"

"But, but, but..."

Atalanta seemed very excited, her words were incoherent, and Wuchen could feel her heartbeat speeding up.

"Master Wuchen resurrected Joan of Arc, isn't it because he was too disappointed in me? If I can complete all your tasks, then Joan of Arc will be insignificant!"

Atalanta finally plucked up the courage to say this.

"Uh..."

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

Originally, one master and one servant depended on each other for life, which has always been like this, but now suddenly there is a Joan of Arc, which makes Atalanta feel a lot of discomfort, and even feels that her status has been affected.

This is not to blame for Atalanta, when someone is very possessive, the nerves will become extra fragile and sensitive when there is one person or one thing around.

"Ah Lie Lie... You must be jealous, Atalanta." Wuchen teased while pinching the bridge of her lovely white jade nose.

"Mmmmmmm!!!"

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!"