Master of Marvel World

The tribe of the Inhumans was the tribe where Skye's mother belonged.

I saw my own people being hunted down on TV, and it is indeed possible to send their teleportation ability users to rescue them.

Now, all the plots about the Inhumans and Skye's life experience are connected.

"Did something happen over there?" Joan asked.

Now she has resumed her casual clothes, lying in Shen He's arms in the posture of a princess, her slender body is slightly petite compared to the battle armor, and her long golden braid flutters wantonly in the wind.

"Well, it's a good thing." Shen He opened his visor, and the gust of wind whizzed towards his face immediately, "I should have let you in the mecha."

"This wind is nothing to Heroic Spirit."

Joan leaned in front of Shen He so as not to speak loudly.

"That's right." Shen He smiled, "And this is a mecha prepared for men, you can't wear it, Joan of Arc."

"Master!" Joan accentuated her tone slightly, biting her lower lip and complaining, "It's not commendable behavior to tease a woman's figure."

"Uh" Shen He was stunned, "I'm not teasing you."

This kind of slim-fitting small battle armor itself is close to the custom-made type, and Shen He and Tony's height and weight are not much different, so they can borrow it.

"Eh, yes, is that so?"

Joan of Arc suddenly became stuttering, with an apologetic expression on her face, but she didn't expect to blame the Master by mistake.

"So, what kind of image am I in your heart?" Shen He showed a frustrated expression, "Although I sometimes tease you, it's also because Joan is very charming when she's shy. When did you see me? Am I joking or Violet? This kind of attraction that I can't help but want to get close to is only available to you, Joan of Arc."

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Joan of Arc didn't speak, she kept a somewhat apologetic expression and froze, and then, her cheeks quickly turned blushing, and she looked super flustered.

"Suck, attraction or something, wow ah ah."

Finally, he turned his head away with a strange sound, but the blush on his face had already spread to his earlobe.

For a country girl, being directly praised in person is very attractive, and she has almost reached the limit of what she can bear.

"It's just like now." Shen He didn't intend to let her go, narrowed his eyes in retaliation, and showed a narrow smile, "I never regarded you as a saint, all I saw was a kind, beautiful, simple, Serious girl, I feel like I can say anything to you, you are the first woman who can fascinate me like this, Jeanne.”

If this is close to a confession, how shy will the girl be?——Shen He is looking forward to it with a bit of mischief.

However--

The expected panic did not come.

Joan of Arc turned her head, staring at Shen He with her lavender eyes, her expression was very serious.

"Master." The girl seemed to be asking for something, "Did you really not regard me as a saint?"

It turned out that Shen He's eyes gradually softened.

"No." He gave an affirmative answer, "I know that killing a thousand people from a hostile country for the sake of a hundred people from my own country, this kind of killing behavior that we regard as a hero, for you, Joan of Arc. Said, it is not a commendable achievement at all, but there is only one reason why I don't regard you as a saint—"

When Shen He said this, he paused, and Jeanne pursed her lips, feeling a little nervous.

"I don't believe in God."

Joan's eyes widened suddenly.

"What's the reason?"

"This is a very important reason." Shen He saw the slightest joking look on his face, "You are called a miraculous girl by history, because you heard the sigh of God, you waved the flag and went to the battlefield, and finally created a miracle , People attribute such miracles to God and praise you as a saint, but I don't believe in God."

Joan of Arc understood a little bit.

"Because I don't believe in God." Shen He continued, "So what I see from that miracle is only your own hard work and courage. In fact, whether it is the story of watching you from a dimension in the past, or the face-to-face contact now , what I pay attention to and like is only you, not other people's admiration for you."

There are too many people who have created miracles in history.

As a non-believer, Shen He admires heroes, but will not myth them.

Every hero in history can only catch his own miracle through countless efforts and struggles.

Their glory and deeds should not be attributed exclusively to gods or fate.

And after abandoning the aura of mythology, what Shen He saw was only Joan's own charm.

"Too cunning, Master" Jeanne lowered her eyelashes.

"What?" Shen He didn't understand.

"You know everything about me." Joan raised her head, her face was completely different from before, because it was mixed with a smile from the heart, "My character, my sins, and me covered in blood, unexpectedly I will meet you in this last summoning, obviously I am just an extremely dull country girl. Am I really worthy of your liking?"

Plop, plop.

For the first time, Shen He's heart beat fast and unexpectedly.

Even when he was in close contact with Jeanne before, he didn't feel the way he does now.

Because he knew that Joan's concern was not the emotion of love, but only came from her pure belief that she wanted to protect the Master, and Shen He couldn't figure out whether the emotion he cared about was love.

but now

The favorability suddenly broke through.

At this time, can I get out of the order by kissing?

Shen He is not an indecisive person, after realizing that there is a hope of getting out of the singles, he decisively put everything behind him.

"Jeanne."

Shen He called out, intending to brew his emotions.

However, Joan of Arc has already turned her head away, pointing to the distance, her face full of joy.

"Crystal, I see crystal."

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The atmosphere is gone.

Shen He wants to cry but has no tears.

But there's nothing else to do right now, because the situation with Crystal doesn't look good.

Shen He lowered the altitude.

Joan of Arc jumped directly into the sea, and the unconscious Crystal was swept into the shallow water by the waves, while the big dog bit her skirt tightly, but the big dog had obvious scars on the back half of its body, so it could only hold on.

"Her body temperature is very low, and she has electric injuries in her lower abdomen. Master, she must go to the hospital for treatment immediately." Although Joan of Arc has a certain healing ability, it is not very powerful.

"I have a bottle of healing potion from 'Overlord' here." Shen He took out a small bottle of red liquid from his backpack, "There is only one bottle, give it to the big dog, and let it send us back to the company base, where there are A complete medical facility.”

This is the three-star guarantee equipment drawn in a certain daily lottery, and Shen He has been reluctant to use it.

But it has to be brought out now, too, because things are looking bad for the Big Dog as well.