Chapter 891 (1/2)

Zhou Ye complained about himself in his heart, and said, ”From today onwards, Jeanne--you can accept a higher level of practice...”

”A higher level of practice?”

When Joan heard this, her eyes brightened... She had been looking forward to this day.

Hearing what his master said--Jan of Arc couldn't help but ask in surprise: ”Really? Master--Can I really upgrade my practice?”

”Yes...” Zhou Ye nodded in embarrassment.

The so-called practice-

Keke-to put it bluntly, just play some shame and shame games with Zhou Ye...

You know, Joan has always been a devout believer. Before, she believed in Christ, but now—she believes in Zhou Ye.

Aiming at the pious Joan of Arc, Zhou Ye formulated the so-called practice of faith according to local conditions. In his words to Joan, it is-Christ has Mass and recites the Bible sooner or later, and we have our own practice sooner or later...

Early practice is every morning—Good morning kiss belonging to Lori...

Evening class—cough cough, that’s a shameful game except for the last step.

This kind of homework made Joan of Arc addicted... In her words-for the first time, she truly felt the true meaning of the phrase [Faith makes people happy], when she was doing homework with her master , Really happy.

”I've been looking forward to this day... for a long time...” Jeanne said, leaping into Zhou Ye's arms with a happy face, stepping on her feet, and trying to stop Zhou Ye with force.For her, this is not a manifestation of the intimate relationship between men and women, but a kind of religious ritual homework-although it is very happy to do so-but it is really a ritual...

Is it too mean for me to do this??

This thought, after feeling the softness and softness from his arms, was instantly thrown behind by Zhou Ye...

Didn’t Lori raise her own food?Stupid will marry someone else after being raised...the one who will do this--hehe.

Putting aside all distracting thoughts, Zhou Ye hugged Xiao Lori on this huge rock of ten square meters by the river...

In this age without satellites, Zhou Ye doesn't mind playing field PLAY...

In this way, under the blue sky of 10,000 miles of clear sky, the two people performed a mass ceremony that belonged to them alone with the huge rocks as the couch and the blue sky as the blanket...

When other girls cried for the first time because of pain... Only Joan cried because of excitement—because she really became one with the only god in her heart, and she did it. There is me in you and you are in me.

Even the thunderous sound of the waterfall next to it could not suppress the voice of Joan of Arc shouting [Hallelujah]...

On this day, Zhou Ye finally completely wiped out Joan, who had just turned seventeen years old, and she became Zhou Ye’s saint, who belonged exclusively to Zhou Ye...

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Night falls--

In the villas of Devil’s Valley, the lights are bright...There are a few long dining tables on the flat lawn outside the villas, and a variety of drinks and food are placed on the top. On the top of the dining table, there are more than a dozen small lanterns. The colorful ribbons and the light from the colorful lights conceal a lot of the dazzling galaxy in the sky.

The women dressed in gorgeous long skirts of various styles gathered in groups at the dining table...

They were either discussing the style of the clothes or the purpose of the banquet tonight.

This situation and this scene-if you let someone who doesn't know why you see it, you think you are in a party scene in Beverly Hills... But in fact, this is indeed medieval Europe...

In fact, all the women knew why their men would hold a party tonight. To put it bluntly, it was just to welcome newcomers to join...