In This Life, I Only Push Joan of Arc

She shook her head in resistance, Luo An's smile stiffened on her face for a moment,

"Follow me, let's go to a place where no one is there to live together, we don't have to worry about it anymore, and we don't need to rescue these unworthy people, let."

Jeanne removed his hand and put it on her face,

"Lon, this is enough for me to bear, let's give up."

The smile on the corner of her mouth is so beautiful,

"If I leave now, the war will return, and people will point the finger at you. Those abuses and names will be stigmatized for thousands of years. You will be condemned by everyone, punished by God, and the whole world will be pointed at you. on your body..."

"I don't care about that!"

Lon's voice carried an unprecedented request,

"I don't care about this, let's escape from here and go to a place where no one is there, I can work hard, I will work hard, as long as you are by my side, I don't care about anything, these guys, they all betray you, even if Is that the case, you're going to give your life for them too? Let, it's not worth it, they're not worth it for you to continue like this..."

But are you worth it?

Jeanne's smile was a little bitter.

When she was thirteen years old, she saw the future. On the battlefield, Lon accompany her down this road, and finally died in the sea of ​​blood.

When she looked at him, who was now covered in injuries, she only felt that her heart was full of pain.

The Lord abandoned her, but at the end, he left her a word.

Dying here, it will let Loon go, ignoring all his sins, or it will come down in person and lock Loon in the abyss forever, preserving his will and making him lonely to the point of madness.

In the end, facing his request, she could only slowly say that desperate sentence,

"Lon, sorry..."

PS: The witch in that era means witch, so it doesn't matter what you call it. In addition, because of the plot, there will be another update soon.

50. I am your God, the only God

"I can't go with you."

Just a short sentence, but Luo An's entire expression was stunned in place.

despair?stunned?Or don't believe it?

He looked at Joan as if he had heard it wrong and smiled,

"What nonsense are you talking about, I have power now, and I can save you from here."

Jeanne looked at his wounds,

"But you will also be cast aside as a demon for a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years... Lon, you have done enough. The one who doesn't have to continue to suffer is you, not me."

"Is it those angels? Did they make you say that and do that!"

There was some anger in his voice.

"It's me, Lon."

Some soldiers around were about to rush up, and Luo An's face was full of murderous intent. He turned his head without any words, and directly controlled the blood in his body to stab at those who came, and then lifted it up and devoured it.

"Get out of the way, don't disturb me!"

The angry voice spread throughout the area, and everyone looked at the man in the center, like a demon, in horror.

"Strange, monster!"

"It's the devil! It's the devil! The devil has come to save this witch!"

The voices of fear spread instantly, and Luo An was already out of control.

He looked back at Joan of Arc, his voice became a little cold for the first time, and his gentle gaze disappeared.

"Is this your decision, Jeanne?"

This time, he restrained all requests, but with unprecedented seriousness.

The latter did not speak.

Luo An walked in front of her step by step, and put his face in front of Joan of Arc,

"I'm walking here step by step now, I killed those angels, I got rid of everything that stood in your way, now I'm standing here, welcoming you back, the answer you want to give me is This? Just let me do nothing and leave alone?"

he laughed,

"Hahahaha, Joan of Arc, very good, very good! If you still hold these thoughts up to now, then from the beginning—"

He stretched out his hand and snatched the cross from Joan of Arc's hand, gnashing his teeth,

"From the moment of your thirteenth birthday, you don't deserve it! You don't deserve me to do this for you!"

In front of Joan of Arc, Loon's hand tightly grasped the cross, and then crushed it.

The cross instantly turned into a pile of scrap metal, and then slowly fell to the ground.

"I went looking for those things by myself, I endured the pain, the loneliness, I always thought you would be by my side, but now I see that I was wrong, I was wrong from the beginning, Zhen De, you are not someone who is by my side, you are just the same woman who kept those ridiculous dreams of saving the country on your lips."

Joan of Arc did not speak from the beginning to the end, only with a sad smile.

She knew how desperate the other party was at the moment, and how painful it was. She knew all the injuries and abilities on her body.