This master has no conscience

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Sorry, the author of the sand sculpture was a bit overwhelmed after being rewarded with the treasure box, and it took a long time to recover, and the addition may be delayed, so I uploaded this 1k chapter first...

Let’s also report the income status today. Yesterday’s income was 1218 recommendation tickets, 43 monthly tickets, 17 blades + 100 rewards, and today it is 1282 recommendation tickets, 77 monthly tickets, 16w rewards, and 45 blades.

After doing the math, I now owe you 22 chapter updates.

Writing sand sculptures requires spirituality, so writing is relatively slow. The sand sculpture author really cannot pay off so many owed chapters in one go. The sand sculpture author can only make a humble guarantee. It's not over.

Thank you for your support, and thank you [I hope everyone will be happy] the treasure box of the boss, which has skyrocketed to more than 1 collections in just a few hours, making this book honored to be on the top of the list. I can’t imagine that my book can still be a Returning to the list one, I am really frightened.Black Joan returned to the dormitory with a feeling of anxiety.

She pushed open the door of the dormitory, but saw Joan of Arc and Jill.

The two were sitting on the sofa, watching TV with relish.

Black Joan showed a standard expression of disgust.

"Why are you in my house?"

Joan of Arc heard the opening of the door and said with a smile, "Welcome back, alter."

Jill also looked over: "Jeanne, we have been really worried about you. Although you came to Chaldea early in the morning, I couldn't find you at all. They also told me that you were taken to adjust the spiritual base Yes, I heard that you are finally back today, so I came to welcome you."

Joan raised her hand: "Me too."

"Evil...it feels so troublesome."

Black Joan was too lazy to talk to these two people, and locked herself in the bedroom silently.

Joan smiled wryly: "Oh, it's really cold."

Jill turned her head mechanically and continued to watch TV: "But such a holy virgin is also very cute, isn't she?"

"Haha, agree."

Joan smiled softly in the direction of the bedroom.

Although Joan of Arc's character is a bit awkward, but because of this, when Joan of Arc faces her, she always feels like she is taking care of her disobedient sister.

Time passed, and it was almost time to go to bed.

Jeanne glanced at the bedroom door, feeling a little regretful: "She hasn't come out all this time..."

Then Joan got up: "But it's getting late, Jill, let's go back."

"That's right, then I'll take my leave first... Eh? Jeanne?"

Jill was halfway through her speech when she suddenly saw the door of the room being opened.

Black Joan came out of the bedroom.

Not only that, but her outfit has also changed.

Originally, she was wearing a pair of black armor spirit clothes, but now she seems to have made some modifications to the spirit clothes.

The part of the armor was removed, and a skirt was added - Joan of Arc changed her spiritual clothing into a skirt.

Jill froze.

And Joan covered her mouth, and said in surprise: "Ah, it's so beautiful! Alter, you are very suitable for wearing a skirt!"

Black Joan was very panicked: "Wait, what's going on, you haven't left yet?!"

"Huh? We're about to go."

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!"

Jeanne froze for a moment.

"Alter... didn't you change the skirt just for us?"

"Huh? How is that possible?"

Black Joan instantly denied it.

Joan of Arc became more and more curious, she stepped forward and looked at Joan of Arc in confusion.

"So, for whom did Alter wear this beautiful dress?"

Black Joan tried her best to hide her panic: "This is pajamas! Idiot!"

"Oh, I see……"

Joan of Arc nodded, but just when she believed what Joan of Arc said.

A flash of light flashed in her mind, and a revelation came.

Joan's eyes sharpened immediately.

"Alter, are you going out, right?"

Black Joan trembled, looked left and right: "No, it's none of your business!"

At this time, Jill also cast a worried look.

"Jeanne, are you dressing like this to meet people? But it's late now, it's time to go to bed?"

"I beg you, let's go, please?"

"No, alter."

Joan became serious: "As a sister, I can't just sit idly by your behavior. Come on, sit down first."

Joan of Arc was like the stern eldest sister in the family. Under her gaze, Joan of Arc had no choice but to find a chair and sit down.

"Alter, can you tell me who you are going to see?"

Black Joan blushed: "No, I know!"

Jill became more and more desperate: "Pure and innocent virgin, are you... are you going to see a man?"

Hearing this, Joan of Arc seemed to have suffered a great fright, and almost flew up from the chair.

"You guys are so annoying, you're so annoying! When you run to my house and don't talk about it, you still talk about me, so I don't need you to worry about it!"

After all, Hei Joan ran away from the door as if fleeing.

"Alter!"

Joan of Arc hurried to chase, but found that she could not catch up.

Joan of Arc stood in front of the door of the dormitory, looking at the back of Joan of Arc, feeling a sense of sadness in her heart.

She pressed her chest, her downcast eyes were full of sadness: "alter...are you going to become a bad boy?"

Jill was already in tears, and her heart was broken everywhere: "Jean...Joan...!!"

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At night, Xia You sat in her dormitory, silently waiting for Hei Zhende.

"It's almost time to go to bed, isn't Joan of Arc coming yet?"

Xia You sighed: "Is it really seen through? It's a pity, if I knew it, I would have tried the command spell directly."

And just as Xia You sighed, the door of the dormitory was gently pushed open.

"I, I'm here..."

Hei Zhende pushed open a crack in the door and peeked at Xia You secretly.

Xia You tonight was extra polite because she wanted something from others.

"What are you doing, come in quickly."

"Oh……"

Black Joan blushed and walked into Xia You's dormitory.

Today's Joan of Arc is different from the past, she sat down cautiously, with a very reserved posture.

At this moment, Joan of Arc was so nervous that she was about to explode.

And Xia You glanced at her, his eyes brightened.

"Have you changed your clothes?"

"Hmph, isn't that obvious?"

Xia You smiled, and said casually, "It's so pretty."

This sentence made Black Joan's face even redder.

"Does it look good...?"

"Looks good, if this suit of yours becomes a skin, I will definitely kryptonite."

"Although I don't quite understand it, you probably want to say...you like it very much, right?"

Xia You was very frank: "Well, I like it."

Black Joan became more and more shy.

The atmosphere ushered in a brief silence.

On a quiet night, there was silence everywhere, only a man and a woman, looking at each other.

"By the way...you said you wanted to give me a present."

"Do you want it now?"

Black Jeanne nodded slightly.

"……Um."

Xia You smiled. He first walked to the door of the dormitory and locked it.

Click.

The door was locked.

Black Jeanne blinked her eyes, sensing something was wrong.

Then, Xia You came to the refrigerator, and took out plate after plate of things from it.

Black Jeanne looked curiously.

That is impressively——

"Steamed dragon scales, roasted dragon scales, stewed dragon scales, sauced wax scales, pine flower scales, dried scales..."

While reporting the name of the dish, Xia You placed a plate of dragon scale dishes on the table.

"Steamed eight-treasure scales, glutinous rice-stuffed dragon scales, canned dragon scales, potted dragon scales, stewed assorted scales, stewed scales..."

Xia You spoke faster and faster, and brought out more and more dishes.

Black Joan was already dumbfounded.

In the end, Xia You pushed the dragon scale dishes that had been set up on a whole table in front of Hei Zhende.

"You already have dragon attributes. These dragon scales can strengthen your spirit foundation. After eating these, you will become stronger. You will go to the singularity tomorrow, so I hope you can eat more."

Hei Zhende gave Xia You a dull look.

Xia You smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Joan of Arc didn't speak, and finally she picked up the knife and fork without love, inserted a piece and tasted it.

The taste is not bad.

Don't know how he did it.

But when Joan of Arc recalled her previous behaviors, she couldn't help feeling ashamed and indignant: "Why! Why did this happen! In this way, wouldn't I be like a fool!"

Xia You was taken aback: "Is there?"

The more Joan of Arc thought about it, the more shy she became, and the more she thought about it, the more wronged she became.

In the end, Joan of Arc couldn't bear it anymore, and cried with a loud cry: "Damn it! Kill me! Kill me quickly!"

Late at night.

The servant who wanted to die who was passionate and ashamed of herself, and the enthusiastic master who decided to wait until the singularity to fulfill her wish, the two spent a ghostly night facing a whole table of dark dishes.

As for a staff member who lived next door to Xia You, he tossed and turned when he heard a woman screaming from Xia You's room in the middle of the night, unable to fall asleep.