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Chapter 48 I¡¯m jealous, please help me solve it

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    "In short, I will assist you with all my heart in the future!" Joan of Arc suddenly stared at Wuchen with a solemn expression, as sonorous and powerful as an oath, and her face was particularly sacred.

    "That's very good."

    Wuchen smiled happily. To be honest, when he resurrected Joan of Arc before, he was still a little hesitant and hesitant. It would be bad if the woman was still against him after being resurrected.

    ¡°Jane¡¯s performance was much better than expected.

    "Master Wuchen."

    Atalanta came with Fiore from the left, and the two of them had different expressions after seeing Joan of Arc.

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

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

    "Fiorecan you walk now?"

    Joan of Arc also looked at Fiore in great surprise. This child had always been in a wheelchair before, but now why

    "It was Mr. Wuchen who repaired my legs." Fiore looked at Wuchen with blazing eyes and said in a high-spirited tone. Admiration and respect were gathered in those bright pupils.

    "That's rightI can even resurrect myself. Repairing a pair of legs is no big deal."

    When she thought of herself coming back from the dead, Jeanne was just a little surprised and ignored it.

    "This child decided to seek refuge with me. If she was still in a wheelchair, it would be too inconvenient to move, so I used some small methods to heal her legs." Wuchen explained.

    "Even though you all know each other, let me introduce you."

    Wuchen pointed at the ruler and said: "This is Joan of Arc. Like Atalanta, she is no longer a heroic spirit. She was resurrected by me using the reincarnation technique, and she will be one of my own from now on."

    "Please take good care of me in the future."

    Joan of Arc smiled politely, and the corners of Fiore's mouth also raised an elegant arc. On the other hand, Atalanta frowned slightly and held her little hands lightly, as if she had something to hide.

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

    "not at all."

    The melancholy in Atalanta's eyes flashed away, and she concealed it very skillfully.

    "Since everything is alright, everyone should go back and rest. We don't know when Sieg will come with his army of resurrected heroes."

    He took a deep look at Atalanta, Wuchen was not talking nonsense.

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    Time turned into late night, and Wuchen was lying alone on the quilt. The slightly cold night wind blew in through the window, and the broken hair on his head was swaying gently. He slept especially quietly.

    "Crunch!"

    I don¡¯t know how long it took, but the ajar door was gently pushed open, and a beautiful figure walked in quietly.

    Even though it is covered by the night, you can still vaguely see her graceful curves and her long, snow-white legs glowing with fluorescence, which are particularly eye-catching.

    "Even Master Wuchen can easily catch a cold without a quilt."

    The girl gently covered Wuchen with the quilt, and then carefully closed the window, making the room feel much warmer.

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

    "In the middle of the nightyou seem to have something on your mind, Atalanta. When did you become so sentimental? It doesn't sound like you at all."

    Wuchen's voice rang in her ears. Atalanta, who was about to leave, was suddenly startled. Then she lowered her head apologetically and said, "I'm really sorry for disturbing your rest. Please punish me, Lord Wuchen."

    Atalanta lowered her head, looking very guilty.

    ""

    Hearing this, Wuchen was extremely strange. Looking at Atalanta who lowered her head, her head was buried in her career line.

    It seems like a big mistake has been made.

    "Is it my imagination? Atalanta, I always feel that you have become more reserved." Wuchen couldn't help but asked: "What is the reason?"

    "I can't complete the task assigned by Lord Wuchen, and I've let you down." Atalanta's beautiful eyes were red, and her voice was soft and weak, almost inaudible, as if she had made a mistake and was waiting for a lesson.  children.

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

    "You are excellent, Atalanta."

    Wuchen stood up and rubbed her head, then immediately took her into his arms and held her gently, with his fingersAs if bored, he fiddled with Atalanta's hair and said softly: "Both humans and heroic spirits have limitations in their abilities. Even if some things are really not completed, there is no need to mind. If you have completed everything,  Do you want me to be useless?"

    "But, but, but"

    Atalanta seemed very excited, speaking incoherently, and Wuchen could feel her heartbeat speeding up.

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

    Atalanta finally plucked up the courage to say these words.

    "Well"

    Hearing the words, Wuchen couldn't help but stay for a while. No wonder he felt that Atalanta was a little reserved. It turned out to be because the appearance of Joan of Arc made the child feel the crisis.

    Originally, one master and one servant depended on each other, and this had always been the case. Now, suddenly, there was Joan of Arc, which made Atalanta feel a lot of discomfort, and even felt that her status was affected.

    It¡¯s not Atalanta¡¯s fault. When you are extremely possessive of someone, your nerves will become particularly fragile and sensitive if there is someone or something around you.

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

    ¡°Yeah, yeah, yeah!!!¡±

    At this time, Atalanta nodded vigorously and said in a serious tone: "Master Wuchen, I am indeed jealous, and it is a more serious kind!"

    "I hope you understand and help me solve it!" Atalanta asked seriously.

    "Holy shithow do you want me to solve this?"

    Wuchen is also drunk. Women are indeed strange creatures. He is jealous, and he wants Wuchen to help solve it?

    Isn¡¯t this forcing someone to do something difficult?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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