Nobody understands cardboard people better than me

Chapter 94 The Ultimate Matryoshka
Joan of Arc licked the corner of her mouth, leaned over to Huang Chengyang's ear, and said teasingly:

"One body, different personality, different outfit, different abilities, do you like me like this, Master?"

Listening to Joan's teasing, Huang Chengyang couldn't help swallowing.

like!like!Of course I like it!

As you put it, it's a lot of fun!
How not to like it!

However, before Huang Chengyang could speak, a strong wind suddenly came from beside him.

It was Arturia who forcibly separated Joan of Arc from Huang Chengyang with the sharp holy sword.

"Shameless country bumpkin, stay away from the master!"

As the Knight King of Britain, Artoria had personally conquered France. Her first impression of Joan was not that good, not to mention that Joan teased her master as soon as she came out, which made her even more irritable.

What made it even more difficult for her to accept was that this girl who had almost the same face as her was much more prominent than her in some respects. This was simply unbearable!
Glancing at the strand of golden hair cut off by the holy sword, a trace of distress flashed in Joan's eyes.

She really likes her hair.

How can you not care about being cut off by someone now?

Afterwards, she turned her head to look at Artoria. Although she didn't know her identity, for some reason, she didn't like her inexplicably, and it wasn't just because she chopped off her hair.

"You country bumpkin? That's all you can do for a useless knight who can only attack from behind."

"You! It was just an emergency, and I had to do it as a last resort. I apologize to you, but you still have to stay away from my master." Realizing that her behavior just now did not conform to the knight's code, Artoria had to apologize, However, this tone was unwilling to admit defeat.

"He is also my master, so why can't I get closer to him? I'm going to get closer to him, what can you do to me? Just a little bit." Saying that, Jeanne hung her body on Huang Chengyang with a provocative look on her face Looking at Arturia.

Looking at the two women who were arguing endlessly, Huang Chengyang rubbed his eyebrows with some headaches.

He didn't expect Joan of Arc and Liya to have such a bad compatibility. They would argue as soon as they met, and they would be incompatible with each other.

Could it be that the feud between Britain and France has been engraved in their bones?

This is so fucking outrageous!

"Okay, we'll be good sisters from now on, don't be so angry." Huang Chengyang bit the bullet and persuaded.

"Hmph, who is a good sister to her."

Artoria and Joan of Arc snorted almost at the same time, and after speaking in unison, they turned their heads to their left at the same time.

Huang Chengyang looked at the two women speechlessly.

One hundred years of cultivation can cross the same boat, and one thousand years of cultivation can make the gods synchronize.

You two have such a tacit understanding, and you still say that you are not good sisters?
Shaking his head and throwing away the complaints in his heart, Huang Chengyang formally introduced the girls to Joan of Arc, and by the way, popularized modern common sense with her.

It's also interesting to say.

Facing Wuhe Qinli and Cang Yue, Joan of Arc was so polite that no one could find any faults.

But when facing Arturia, his tone was very harsh.

"Oh, it turns out that the legendary King Arthur is actually a loser who only knows how to attack from behind. He is really worthy of your title of King of Knights."

"I said that the sneak attack was just an accident. I am the legendary King Arthur of Britain. I personally conquered your great existence in France. How could I sneak attack you on purpose?"

"Damn you, go out and fight with me if you have the ability, and see if your mother won't recognize you if I don't beat you up."

"Tch, you country bumpkin really forgets to eat but not to fight. How many years have passed, and you have forgotten which country you died at the hands of?"

"Hmph, are you talking about the group of British men who are still surrendering under the pomegranate skirts of women?"

The queen who was far away in Buckingham Palace was innocently lying on the gun.

"That's better than you French waste who have to rely on foreigners and women to win the war."

In the Les Arms d'Honneurs in Paris, the coffin-slabs of a certain legendary dwarf seemed to move.

"British trash!"

"French jerk!"

"Neither male nor female foodie!"

"Hillbillies who like to dress up as men!"

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Under the watchful eyes of Huang Chengyang and the girls from Wuhe Qinli, both Artoria and Joan of Arc understood that they and each other could not really kill each other.

Therefore, talking has become their only weapon.

Therefore, when it comes to talk, they don't obey anyone.

What's more, what's amazing is that both of them talked about each other's black history, and Huang Chengyang, who was eating melons and watching the show next to him, was completely shocked.

Hey hey hey, Artoria came early and lived a lot of time in real life, so she can understand Joan of Arc's deeds.

But what happened to you, Jeanne?

Didn't you just come?

Are you not a French country girl?
How do you know so much about King Arthur?

Could it be that during the march, there were British spies secretly hiding in your team, spreading the story of King Arthur to you, and brainwashing you?
Fortunately, Joan of Arc was busy arguing with Arturia at this time, and at the same time, she didn't know how to read minds, otherwise she would have scoffed at Huang Chengyang's thoughts.

"Why, I have been in the Hall of Valor for so long, and I am not allowed to know the life stories of a few heroic spirits?"

Wuhe Qinli tugged at Huang Chengyang's clothes, with a worried expression on his face:
"Ni Jiang, is it really okay for them to behave like this?"

"It's okay, I won't die, don't worry."

Huang Chengyang said indifferently.

Arturia was summoned because she was the main body, and the A-level intuition of the original saber job introduction became EX-level.

Joan of Arc who was also summoned as the main body, her A-level "Apocalypse" in the state of a servant, has also been promoted to an EX-level, which is not weaker than Artoria's intuition.

The so-called "Apocalypse" is the same skill as "Intuition".

Intuition is the sixth sense in combat, but "Apocalypse" applies to all things related to the achievement of goals (such as choosing the most suitable path during the journey).Since (in my opinion) it is groundless, I cannot explain it properly to others.

But in combat, "Apocalypse" is the same as "Intuition", it can predict the opponent's actions in advance, so as to choose the most advantageous attack or defense method.

That is to say, even though the two girls are just arguing now, even if they do fight, it won't be a big problem.

Just kidding, "Apocalypse" and "Intuition" of the same level will probably not be able to tell the winner in a lifetime.

I predicted your prediction of me, and you also predicted my prediction of your prediction.

Such a cycle, infinite reciprocation, can be called the ultimate nesting doll.

(To be continued...)
(End of this chapter)