Infinite Travel: I know a lot of goddesses

(The chapter title of the previous chapter was wrong, I have modified it)

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After laughing for a while, Joan of Arc, in a good mood, put on the bath towel again, and the clothes on her body that had changed from hair took off instantly. Then she picked up the ice cream that had begun to melt and continued to lick it.

Shen Ye watched the melodramatic romance drama with her for a while, but he couldn't stand it anymore. He turned his head and looked at the silver-haired witch who was watching very attentively: "Ms. Jeanne d'Arc..."

"Jenny."

As soon as Shen Ye opened his mouth to speak, Jeanne interrupted him.

Shen Ye was stunned: "What?"

"My mother called me Jenny." Joan of Arc stuffed the remaining ice cream and the cone into her mouth, puffed her lips, and said to him while chewing.

After she swallowed everything in her mouth, she continued, "My mother's nickname for me."

"Okay, Jenny...hiss, even though this nickname is nice, I think calling you Joan of Arc is more catchy." Shen Ye tried calling her that, but still felt that calling you Joan of Arc was both catchy and nice to the ear.

Joan of Arc, he suddenly remembered the servant holding a flag in an anime.

"No, because many people call me Joan of Arc, and I think there should be a different name between you and me than ordinary people." The silver-haired witch shook her head, a glimmer of expectation in her eyes.

"Shen, do you have a nickname?" She immediately asked: "Your family's nickname for you!"

Nickname?

Of course there is, but...

He immediately shook his head, trying to get rid of the unbearable memories from the past. "No, no nickname, they just called me by my name."

"That's it!"

The silver-haired witch was a little distressed.

"How about I give you a nickname?"

Shen Ye glanced at Jeanne who was looking at him with her head tilted: "Just call me Shen, I'm used to this name."

"That won't do." The silver-haired witch bit her tempting red lips, and her beautiful eyebrows raised slightly.

"How about I give you a name, Cheshire Cat? I had a Cheshire Cat doll when I was a child, and I loved it very much."

"no……"

Shen Ye immediately refused. He didn't mind having a nickname, but this one was too cute. Moreover, it seemed that another witch was calling someone by this nickname. This was not a unique nickname, unless that person died one day, or he snatched the nickname from the witch's mouth.

Uh……

Do you accept this title?

The corners of Shen Ye's mouth twitched suddenly.

Seeing Shen Ye's unhappy face, Zhende was more determined in her thoughts: "No matter what, I'm going to call you Cheshire Cat. You can call me Jenny from now on. Don't call me the wrong name. How about that? Cheshire Cat."

"No." Shen Ye shook his head more firmly: "I won't agree, no matter what you say, it's useless."

After saying that, he stood up and prepared to go to the bedroom, but he immediately turned around and asked Jeanne: "Joan...Okay, Jeanne, where do I sleep?"

At this time, the silver-haired witch was still muttering in a low voice about what was wrong with the nickname Cheshire Cat. Suddenly, when she heard Shen Ye's words, she raised her head abruptly and exclaimed, "Oh no, I forgot to clean up your room and make your bed.

Wait a minute, I'll go find the sheets and quilt..."

Looking at Joan of Arc who hurriedly ran into the utility room, Shen Ye breathed a sigh of relief and finally changed the topic of the nickname.

In the utility room, Joan of Arc was searching through all the drawers and cabinets. Although she was a woman who had been single for hundreds of years, it was still easy for her to find a second set of clean sheets and quilts because she had to change her quilt covers frequently.

"Found it. It's really placed here."

Soon, Joan of Arc found the quilt cover that she had changed last month in a box. However, just as she took out the quilt cover, a cold male voice sounded in her ears.

"Joan of Arc, I have sensed another witch. She is in a small country in Europe. Go, find her, and capture her."

Hearing this voice, Joan of Arc paused, a look of struggle flashed in her eyes, and then she said viciously: "Shut up, I know."

After saying that, she was about to leave the utility room holding the quilt, but the male voice sounded again.

"This afternoon, I discovered a mysterious outsider in the school where you work. Before you leave, find him, track him, and then kill him."

This time Joan of Arc did not respond immediately. She stood there in a daze. She could guess who the male voice was talking about.

After a while, she continued in a low voice: "I know."

Then after a while, the male voice stopped, and she walked out of the utility room slowly with a gloomy face. After stopping at the door, she thought for a while, forced a smile on her face, turned around and went directly into the master bedroom, then came out and went into the second bedroom to make the bed for Shen Ye.

Not long after, she came out of the second bedroom. Her expression had returned to normal, except for a hint of sadness that occasionally flashed in her eyes.

But when she came to the living room and saw Shen Ye, the last trace of sadness in her eyes disappeared.

"The bed is ready, you can go to sleep." Jeanne said to Shen Ye with a smile: "That was taken from my bed, and it is full of my smell. I hope that when you sleep on it, it will feel like you are sleeping in my arms."

These words made Shen Ye glance at Jeanne's chest. The bath towel wrapped on it was pushed far away from her lower body and had no contact with the body below the chest. When she took a step, the part of the bath towel on her chest did not move, while the part below her chest moved as if blown by a strong wind, and kept fluttering.

So Shen Ye shook his head and said, "That feeling is definitely far from it."

"It's a pity you didn't agree last night, otherwise, you could feel my broad mind now." When the silver-haired witch said this, she leaned forward slightly, one hand gently stroked her chest, and the other hand supported her perky buttocks, posing a seductive posture.

"I'm not in a hurry. There will be a chance in the future." Shen Ye smiled, then retracted his gaze, stood up and walked past Joan of Arc, entered the second bedroom, and closed the door.

As the door closed with a bang, Jeanne's eyes darkened again.

"Badur, you bastard..." She cursed in a low voice: "Sooner or later, I will smash your head with my own hands and send you to see Lady Styx, so that she can treat you well."

Lady Styx is the demon who signed a contract with her. Whoever is sent to see Lady Styx is equivalent to sending him to hell.

"But, just like I did to her, Shen, I can't do anything to you. As expected, even though only half a day has passed, in my heart, you are as important as her."

Joan of Arc muttered to herself again. She had already made up her mind that even if she carried out the order, she would not be cruel to the most important person in her heart. After all, carrying out orders did not mean killing them. The forbidden magic that controlled her also had loopholes.

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