In This Life, I Only Push Joan of Arc

This guy seems to have the body of a bug. Luo Jing doesn't need to kill him, but to make him repent forever. Matou Kariya didn't even know what happened, but found the weak body of Matou Zouyan , slowly

Walked to the corner, then squatted down and leaned his head against the wall, and kept muttering, "I'm a scum, I'm devoid of conscience, I'm damned. The scene was completely unresponsive, but Loon was laughing happily , "Puff ha ha ha, this guy, is he just a partner of justice like a fool? How can a partner of justice degenerate.

200. Send you a little flower

After all, Matou Zouken made a wrong calculation.

He thought he was summoning the only god, Luo Ang, but he didn't expect that it was Luo Jing himself.

Therefore, as the main body, he still has a way to manage Matou's dirty inkstone.

And Luo Ang, who is in the state of the only god, may only fight as a heroic spirit.

What's more, Matou Zouken also thought that Luo Ang's concept was different from that of human beings, but he didn't know that Luo Ang's concept was not much different from that of human beings, but only Joan of Arc lived in his heart. The nagging Matou Zouyan, Luo Anfu is enough and almost enough. The facts caused cannot be changed. After all these years, Matou Zouyan has degenerated after all. Just now, he was able to realize that Most of the women in the Tong family, or those who are mothers, have been eaten by him with worms.

Luo Ang just gave back to him all the despair of those people on their last days, and let him experience it for himself.

"Of course, if you still need him, I don't mind letting him go back to normal.

Turning his head and explaining to Jiantong Yanye, Luo Ang walked out slowly.

Breathing the air outside, it's been a long time since I've been out, it's really fresh air.

And I don't know how Einzbern is doing now.

It just so happens that there is still a year before the war will start. Ask Kariya later, if you have time to visit? After all, he still owes Einzbe1, no, it is better to say that he owes Justesa too much The woman who pursued him for hundreds of years and stayed by his side for hundreds of years, finally sacrificed herself and was imprisoned in the Holy Grail forever, gaining nothing

Luo Ang looked up at the clear sky, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Wen Tiantian, just like her snow-white long hair.

I hope the development of Einzbe 1 will be good.

Rather, I hope they don't add too much human emotion to unnecessary artificial humans.

At night, Tong Yanye had already arranged a room for Luo Ang.

Today's Matou family is about to decline after all, otherwise Matou Zouken would not have made this choice to allow Tohsaka Sakura to inherit their family's magic.

In fact, the so-called Matou's house is not much different without a Zouyan.

After all, apart from Matou Kariya, there is only one generation left.

Matou Kariya's magic aptitude is not very good, but there are some.

But I'm afraid those bug magic made him unacceptable, so he left the family.

Luo Jing could also understand this, but in the final analysis Zou Yan had to do it on his own.

If that guy is still a partner of justice as before, it will be good.

Standing on the balcony, looking at the night scene outside, Luo Ang sighed silently, there is still a year.

All matters concerning the Matou family are left to Matou Kariya to decide.

Luo Ang felt that compared to Matou Zouyan, perhaps Matou Kariya's character could spread the family.

What's more, the blood of the magician at home is not pure enough, so it's enough to find a magician's woman.

By the way, Yanyou doesn't have a wife yet, right? He's thinking about something casually.

Knock, knock, knock at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Turning around to open the door, Luo Ang looked up subconsciously, and then there was nothing, then he looked down again, and found a little girl with long black hair standing at the door.

Exquisite and cute, like a doll, of course, not as cute as Lily.

I saw it during the daytime today, next to Matou Zouken, I remember...it was called...Sakura. The height and reminder of the other party were about the same size as Lily, which made Luo Ang subconsciously warm up. He squatted down and looked at it. She, "What's the matter?" He showed the smile of the big brother of the neighbors. In fact, even Luo Ang himself didn't realize that his tone had become gentle at some point. These words made him feel a little relieved.

Her eyes were a little shy, and she didn't dare to look at Luo Ang." Uncle Yan Ye said that it was Uncle Luo Ang's help, ...... thank you! As she said, she bowed greatly, and her hair was also smooth fall.

Looking at the appearance of little Lolita, Luo Ang was a little funny.

The child is really not ordinary cute, speaking of which, he hasn't been with Lily for long.

"Uncle is very happy, hahaha.

After rubbing Matou Ying's hair, Luo Ang couldn't hide his laughter, "Okay, it's nothing serious, in fact, it's Zou Yan's fault in the end.

It's just that Luo Pin showed a surprised expression the moment she touched the other party's hair.

Imaginary magic.

This is really amazing magic.

Matou Zouken's brain is broken? This kind of magic is much better than his water magic, right? Does it need a special transformation? It's better to just let Sakura into his house.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Matou Zouken simply had something wrong with his brain after living too long.

Feeling Luo Jing's big hand touching her head, Matou Ying resisted not daring to move.

She was very familiar with Kariya, and even acted like a baby occasionally, but the person in front of her was a complete stranger to her.

If Kariya hadn't asked her to come over to thank her, she wouldn't even have dared to come over.

After all, in her opinion, the uncle in front of her simply ate all those bugs.

Luo Ang didn't touch it for a long time, he simply touched it and then put down his hand. "The name one by one is Sakura, right?" Matou Sakura... "Sakura, it's okay to call you that? Nod. "My name is Leon.