The Troublesome Journey of the Chat Room Gentlemen

In front of the arched window, there was a girl kneeling, in a white sleeveless T-shirt, with rounded and tight curves, and her long golden hair fell to the ground like a waterfall. She interlaced her fingers, placed it on her chest, and closed her eyes solemnly.

The saint bathed in the morning sun and prayed devoutly.

It's just a little different from before. When praying in the church, Joan of Arc did not have a clear image and could only pray in general.

But since settling down at the Clock Tower, Joan of Arc has prayed every morning imagining Ye You's image.

A little girl with pure white hair held her hand on the mahogany door, through the crack of the door, her amber pupils stared at this side.

Just a few days ago, Joan of Arc brought back Carlene Aldercia. She was a nun trainee and grew up in a church since she was a child. Worship is naturally a compulsory course every day.

After following Joan of Arc to London, she stopped praying.

Karen doesn't like to pray, no pastor is willing to baptize her, and she doesn't think God will redeem the world.

In the past, every time I just followed the priest to act like that.

Karen Aldecia is still young, and on that tender little face, there is always a sense of indifference to see the world.

She felt that the world was so ruthless.

It seems that her mother died when she was just born in swaddling clothes, and then she was abandoned by her father. I heard that her biological father was also a priest.

If you want to find it, it's not that there are no clues, but Karen doesn't want to look for it.

The priest who raised him was a good person, everyone in that small town said so, and Karen felt so from the bottom of her heart.

But he didn't leave without saying goodbye, which made Karen not only angry, but also a little lost and hesitant.

After all, after living together for so many years, even in a ruthless generation, there will be feelings, let alone a little girl who is insecure.

Maybe I am not needed by this world. In the dead of night, little girls always think like this.

That being the case, why do you have to come to this world?

Although the elder sister explained that the priest is for my own good, it seems to be because of some physical reasons.

But to leave without saying goodbye is to leave without saying goodbye.

Next time you have a chance to see him again, be sure to read aloud his love letter to the florist in front of the priest.

Haha, I was rejected by Gorgeous.

It was so pleasing.

- Still not happy.

Obviously, as long as I think about this before, I will feel very happy.

Through the crack of the door, Karen looked at Joan of Arc in prayer. Will this woman, sooner or later, abandon herself?

Church people are always so unreliable.

As if aware of her gaze, the blond big sister slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to look this way.

At this time, the golden morning sun slanted in from the east, and her body was covered with a layer of golden light, shining brightly.

Originally, when the eyes met, the little girl wanted to look away like a frightened rabbit, but she was deeply attracted.

Time seemed to stand still, just staring blankly at the saint in the golden sun.

Joan of Arc woke up from her prayer, and Ye You's image slowly dissipated in her mind, turning into a certain belief that flowed throughout her body.

"Karen, you're awake. Are you tummy? What do you want for breakfast? Sakura's here."

A soft voice sounded in her ears. Carlene had never heard such a soft voice before. For a moment, the thought of staying in this moment forever rose in the little girl's heart.

"Ah...morning, good morning, Jeanne...sister...sister, Sakura, still sleeping...for breakfast, anything is fine."

After stammering, Karen seemed to have used up all her strength.

This feeling is so strange.

However, I am so at ease, it seems that there is a warm heat flowing through my body, dispelling all anxiety.

Joan of Arc stood up, walked to Karen, and knocked on the head,

"Even so, I have limited cooking skills. Modern appliances are really difficult. Can Karen help me?"

"Okay, okay. At church, the priest taught me to cook."

Jeanne rubbed Karen's head, "Then I'll leave it to you."

The two came to the kitchen, and the originally empty kitchen was equipped with a lot of kitchen utensils, which were all off the blessing of the last time.

Kenneth, one of the twelve monarchs, seems to be a good person, as the Master said.

"Sister Jeanne, were you praying just now?"

Karen brought a wooden stool, placed it in front of the sink, stepped on it, and washed the vegetables and fruits on the side.

Joan of Arc was wearing clean clothes, and while studying the gas stove, she replied, "Yes, to the Master."

"Master?" Karen tilted her head in a strange way.

This term is usually used between noble lords and servants. Then there is the reference to a master with a wealth of knowledge.

Although it is said that the clergy are servants of the Lord, it is not the context of this term at all.

In addition, after coming here, Karen still had deeper doubts lingering on her, which had always been in her heart, but she planned to ask them today.

She was cleaning tomatoes, and she had been in London for a few days. Karen knew that Sakura hated eating tomatoes. For her, it was a devil fruit, so she silently cleaned a few more. Then the little girl asked:

"That, Joan of Arc... the name..."

Joan of Arc smiled and looked over, "It's the one you think, although I don't think I'm a saint."

Snapped--

The tomatoes fell on top, and Karen was stunned.

If she said it from someone else's mouth, she would only sneer, but when she said it from the blond big sister in front of her, Karen felt inexplicably convincing.

After a long while, the little girl reacted.

The saint who saved the country 500 years ago, today, has been canonized, standing in front of me?

No no no.

Karen shook her head, I just asked... Anyway, it's ridiculous.

Joan of Arc picked up the dropped tomatoes and smiled, "Don't force yourself to accept it. It's hard for anyone to believe that someone who should have died 500 years ago is here."

Karen remained silent, her mind still full of mucus.

For breakfast, three people sit at a square wooden table.

Sakura and Karen sat on either side of Joan of Arc.

Laughing Sakura, who had not recovered from her drowsiness, took a fork and inserted the red fruit into her mouth.

Then, Karen saw a wonderful face change.

First, he woke up instantly from the confused state, then wrinkled his nose, and his body began to shake slightly.

When Jeanne asked, "What's wrong?", Sakura swallowed hard, and then shook her head with tears in her eyes.

Karen on the side looked at Sakura with a bitter face, and her expression was very happy.

And Joan of Arc logged into the chat room and listened to the oracles of Master and Gabriel.

Chapter 114 Xier, Kaguya, Ye You, The Three Do It Together

Gensokyo, Forever Pavilion.

Ever since the moon has descended to the ground, the sinner of eternity and fleeting moment, Hui Ye of Penglai Mountain, with exquisite and small jade feet wrapped in pure white socks, dragged a gorgeous skirt, and walked to the bamboo window.

Potted plants were placed on the windowsill, and on the black soil were plants that looked like half dead wood branches.

It looks like a kind of run-down loneliness. It can neither be used to embellish the landscape, nor can it be used to purify the function. But this half of the dead tree branch is the owner of the eternal pavilion, the only thing that has not changed in Princess Kaguya's boudoir.

Thousands of years ago, this dead wood branch was placed on the left side of the window sill.

This thing is called Utanhua, and it was originally a plant that only existed in the capital of the moon. It is not the same thing as the legendary plant of the same name that blooms once every three thousand years. It absorbs the filth of the world for a living, because it cannot bloom on a moon without filth.

Kaguya brought it to Earth, hoping to use the dirt on the ground to make it bloom.

The Princess of the Moon has been trying her best to make this pot of Utanhua open, but a thousand years have passed, and Utanhua has not bloomed in Eternal Pavilion.

Now it can only be used as an ornamental bonsai for fun.

The beautiful princess of the moon, who was not like the world, sighed, her dark and agile eyes stared at Utanhua on the window sill, then she raised her eyelids, and her eyes fell into the distance, which was a small road hidden in the shade of the bamboo forest.

"Ling Xian, haven't you come back yet?"

Kaguya sat down on the wooden table in front of the window, like three thousand blue silk in the clear starry night, flowing down like water along her smooth face and luxurious clothes, and the ends of her hair fell on the tatami.

The little white hands held the snow-white fragrant cheeks, and the slender eyelashes fluttered slightly like the wings of butterflies. At this moment, the Princess of the Moon looked a little tired, but even so, she still had an ethereal and beautiful temperament.

She hasn't slept since the dimensional chat room appeared.

Even the physical fitness of the Penglai people could not hold up.

But it doesn't matter, even if you die suddenly, you can still be resurrected on the spot.

Just when Kaguya was thinking of letting Yonglin take Lingxian's medicine in the afternoon, a figure appeared in the depths of the bamboo forest.

It was a young girl with a pair of long vertical rabbit ears that jumped up and down with her steps, very conspicuous.

The girl was wearing a white shirt and a red tie, and her extremely long lavender fluffy hair fell to the skirt. Her face looked very gentle and delicate, but her dark red eyes gave her a hint of madness.

She was carrying a huge bamboo basket behind her, and her back, which had always been straight like a soldier, was now bent down.

His face was dirty and tired, and his clothes were full of torn marks.

The girl with the rabbit ears came to the Eternal Pavilion, and as soon as she looked up, she found that the princess was sitting dignifiedly on the edge.

"...I am back."

"Why did you go for so long, Ling Xian. I just asked you to buy a pillow."

In front of Kaguya was a small table with preserved fruits and pastries on a delicate white plate.

Ling Xian sullenly said, "Hug, sorry, Kaguya-sama. It's all emperors! There are many traps set on the ground of the lost bamboo forest."

Kaguya picked up a small piece of cake and put it into Sakura's mouth.

The Moon Rabbit on the ground in front of him, Lingxian, Utanhuayuan, Inaba, was tattered and tattered, with several gaps in the knee socks, and obvious bloodstains appeared on his face, arms, and thighs, but they were already scarred. , and will be fully healed in the afternoon.

"So, why did you end up in this tragic situation?"

"That guy, Emperor, is too much! He's the most black-hearted rabbit in the world!"

Yuetu complained loudly, and took out a soft white pillow from the bamboo basket behind him: "But the items that Kaguya-sama asked me to buy have not been damaged in the slightest."

Princess Moon looked at the clean pillow, and then at Ling Xian, who was covered in dirt, she couldn't help tilting her head, and the neatly trimmed bangs with Ji-style hairstyles tilted slightly to the left: "However, why don't you? How about going to the ground? Don't moon rabbits all fly?"

"Ah?" Ling Xian stiffened in place as if struck by lightning.

Kaguya stared at the stupid rabbit: "You, shouldn't you have forgotten?"

"..."

I felt an arrow in my chest.

A little suffocated.

He tried every means to avoid the traps on the ground, but he still kept falling into the pit. In order to protect Lord Kaguya's pillow, he could only use his body to directly withstand bamboo tips, boulders and explosives.

All of these, in fact, only need to fly from the sky, you can simply pass.

"what?"

Kaguya suddenly made a surprise sound, and then said to Lingxian: "My concubine may have to leave Yongting Pavilion for a while, about 5 days. When you see Yonglin, remember to say something."

"Where is Lord Kaguya going?"

"You told Yonglin, she would know."

Just leaving such a sentence, Kaguya disappeared in place.

"Huh? Wait-"

Ling Xian was still holding a white pillow in her hand, stiff in place.

This time, she was really hit by an arrow in her knee and knelt down, but she didn't forget to put the pillow away.