I Always Get Pushed Back

Facing Joan of Arc's collar that exuded resentment, Wang Chuan smiled a little awkwardly, and at the same time felt a wave of malice.

This kind of malice is very familiar, just like the feeling of being maliciously targeted by African chiefs when I used to play games without spending a dime but got tens of thousands of guns or ships and Valkyrie spirits.

This feeling, apart from being a little scary and frightening, is extraordinarily comfortable and joyful.

In this scene now, the necklace Joan of Arc clearly exudes the aura of the chief, which makes Wang Chuan feel very familiar.

Let Wang Chuan and the necklace Jeanne of Arc look at each other for a few seconds, and Bai Zhen continued to smile and said, "Master Xiangbi and Hei Zhen are also very tired. Next, I will take Hei Zhen to do some Adjust to rest, then let little Joan of Arc take Master to take a bath, after all, washing is for nothing."

When she said that she was in vain, there was an imperceptible light of joy in Bai Zhen's eyes.

It seems that Bai Zhen is not a particularly peaceful heroic spirit.Although Hei Zhen's mouth was stiff, it was just arrogance.

Watching Hei Zhen follow Bai Zhen pouting her small mouth and leave angrily, Wang Chuan also walked slowly along with the necklace-wearing Joan who was affectionately called Little Joan by Bai Zhen this time, but As he walked, Wang Chuan felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Looking at the back of Joan of Arc who was leading the way ahead, Wang Chuan didn't know if it was his own illusion, but Wang Chuan always felt that the figure of Joan of Arc in the collar became a little dazed for a moment.

"The bathroom is in front, and I will bring a change of clothes over then."

"Okay, thank you."

After the collar Joan of Arc left quickly, Wang Chuan didn't want to worry about it anymore. He took off his clothes and washed his body before soaking in the pool with all his heart.

However, feeling the comfort of being surrounded like this, Wang Chuan suddenly felt that such a scene seemed a little familiar.

122. Chapter of the Lost Joan of Arc ([-])

In the familiar bathroom scene, with the body and mind wrapped in warm water, although Wang Chuan's body relaxed a little, he suddenly had a strange sense of déjà vu in his heart.

It's as if, I have suffered some messy things in the bathroom more than once... and now, it seems that such a thing has a great chance to happen.

"Impossible, what am I thinking about?"

Wang Chuan gave a weird wry smile, and then dispelled the uneasiness and strange feeling in his heart.Soak your whole body comfortably in warm water, then lower your head, and keep the part above your nose to breathe, just soaking quietly like this, Wang Chuan feels the wonderful feeling of body defense, and feels comfortable It's as if it's about to fly.

"At this time, it would be even more refreshing if there is some iced drink nearby to drink a few sips."

A little blush appeared on his face, and Wang Chuan lazily let go of his hands and feet in the water.

However, for some reason, Wang Chuan felt more and more uneasy in his heart.It was as if what I had been experiencing all along was about to happen again.

Inadvertently holding his breath, Wang Chuan slowly sank his body and mind, listening to the sounds around him.

"Um?!"

Miraculously, Wang Chuan heard a strange footstep.

The sound of footsteps didn't sound too strange. It was strange because of the frequency of her walking, as if she was a puppet without self-consciousness, stepping slowly on her sprained foot step by step.

In an instant, Wang Chuan became alert.

Trying not to make a sound and leaving the bathtub, Wang Chuan wrapped himself in a bathrobe, quietly hid behind the bathroom door, trying to subdue the visitor who didn't feel like he had good intentions.

Call Heizhen Baizhen?Wang Chuan didn't have any good solution for the time being. If he wanted to use his own power, he would be able to bear the huge amount of Joan of Arc that would be attracted like a hill.

Holding his breath, Wang Chuan leaned against the wall and waited for the approach of the unknown person.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, the sound of footsteps has come to the door.

Slowly, the door was slowly pushed open.The first thing that came into Wang Chuan's sight was a white and tender hand.Then, a big white leg stepped in, and some unidentified liquid slowly flowed down the inside of the thigh.

The liquid was still glistening under the light of the bath lamp.

Now, Wang Chuan saw the man walk in, with his back turned to the back of his body.

The messy clothes, the snow-white back in the air, the upturned, elastic-looking butt wrapped in blue and white fat times, and the somewhat familiar collar on the snow-white neck.

"It's you! Choker Joan of Arc!"

After recognizing the necklace Joan of Arc, Wang Chuan's eyes widened instantly, but he still didn't make a sound.Because the collar in front of Joan of Arc gave her a completely different feeling from before.It was as if some soul was missing.

Subconsciously swallowing the saliva he secreted, Wang Chuan quietly tiptoed, trying to bypass the collar and run away through the bathroom door behind Joan of Arc's back.Then, go to find Hei Zhen or Bai Zhen.

Gently and tentatively moving a little distance, Wang Chuan froze instantly.

Joan of Arc's body trembled, and her head slowly looked in the direction of Wang Chuan.

Without hesitation, Wang Chuan took a big stride and galloped in an instant, and the collar Joan of Arc also found Wang Chuan, and followed behind him relentlessly.

Wang Chuan was running with his bare feet in a loose bathrobe, while Joan of Arc followed behind Wang Chuan in messy clothes.Her black stockings that fell off and hung on her feet restricted her pace, making it difficult for her to speed up her pace, but thanks to the strong physical fitness of the Joans of Arc, the collar Joan of Arc reluctantly followed behind Wang Chuan.

With his feet running on the icy ground, Wang Chuan's heart is very eager now, as eager as he wants to eat 72 POIs in one breath.

Where are Hei Zhen and Bai Zhen? !Anyway, come and subdue this collar, Joan of Arc! !

Thinking like this in his heart, Wang Chuan stared at the corridor in front of him and ran.

Huang Tian paid off, a white chastity suddenly appeared at the corner of the front corridor, she looked at Wang Chuan kindly with a strange smile on her face.

It must be the joy of seeing the straw, Wang Chuan didn't notice Bai Zhen's obviously wrong smile at all.

"Huh! Bai Zhen, come on, help me!"

When he ran behind Bai Zhen and stopped, Wang Chuan stopped to catch his breath.

"Master, you know."

"Ok?"