You're Lazy, Dracula

So, it didn't take long for her to follow in Joan's footsteps and fall beside Joan of Arc.Two French saintesses of different models are lying side by side on the snow at this moment, and they still have a little sense of beauty. Their eyes are closed tightly, and the shy and cheerful smile is no longer on Joan's face. There was no ferocity on Joan's face that was deliberately pretended to cover up. Both of their faces were peaceful, and they looked like Sleeping Beauty. The strands of blonde hair of the two of them looked like a dream.If they folded their hands together and put a bouquet of small white flowers in their palms, it would be like a scene only in paintings.

So this is really a world of looking at faces, Dracula thought so after seeing this scene.This means that both Joan of Arc and Joan of Arc are cute girls with perfect looks. If two rough guys go to lie there, the first thing that comes to the audience's mind must be two salty girls hanging side by side on the shelf. fish.

This face-seeking world is really unfair.

Dracula, who has a high score and looks, thought of it shamelessly in his heart.

"Justice shall prevail! Oh!"

And the little Joan of Arc, who successfully brought down her own source of birth, Joan of Arc and the future version of Black Joan, made a gesture of praising the sun, and then looked in the direction of Dracula and the others.It was still time to continue to enforce justice, and Joan of Arc continued to stride forward, her eyes constantly wandering in the direction of Dracula and his party.

First of all, Gudazi is still a human being, so pass, the righteous partner disdains to attack the weak.Matthew and Lancelot are entangled, Marie and Mozart are dealing with Dion and Sanson, and Joan of Arc has no intention of disturbing them.Emiya Kiritsugu was kicked by Tamamozen just now, and his combat power was impaired, and now he is lying on the flatbed, comforting his two daughters, and also passed.So after thinking about it, Joan of Arc followed in the footsteps of Martha and Yuzao, and her eyes locked on Dracula.

"Enough, you guys..."

Dracula held his head helplessly:

"Why do you always target me, a harmless neutral unit?"

"Shut up, demon! What kind of neutral unit is disturbing our Christmas in France!"

Little Joan shouted righteously and angrily.

"And you killed Miss Mirtha, I want to avenge Miss Mirtha!"

"Tsk, and it made me look like a villain."

Dracula turned his head to look at Wuzhi, spread his hands and said:

"It's reasonable, Wu Zhi, we are obviously the ones saving the world, why do I feel like I'm a boss at the end?"

"It may be because of the huge gap in strength and the gap in numbers."

After thinking for a while, Wuzhi replied seriously:

"Because you are too strong, my lord, and our side has the advantage in numbers, so there is no sense of tension in the fight, but it seems like you are bullying a child."

"It's not like, but it is."

Dracula squinted his eyes, looked at the little Joan of Arc who was already in a fighting posture in front of him, and asked Wuzhi:

"What should I do? If I want to do this, it's really like bullying a child."

"Try to restrain her before talking?"

Wuzhi suggested with a tentative attitude.

"Yes, I also agree with Miss Wuzhi's statement."

Roman's light screen appeared in the air again, and he touched the back of his head and suggested:

"You first try to see if you can subdue her, and then try to strip the Holy Grail from her body. If we get the Holy Grail, then we have completed the repair of this singularity."

"The Holy Grail?"

Dracula looked at the little Joan of Arc who was jumping up and down in the distance, yelling, and replied in a low voice:

"I can't help it, let me try."

Dracula lazily hooked his fingers at little Joan of Arc in a teasing gesture. The latter was childlike and couldn't stand provocation at all. When he saw Dracula's gesture, he immediately shouted and yelled. Dracula rushed over and punched him in the stomach.

Snapped!

Dracula caught Little Joan of Arc's fist smoothly, just like catching a powerless kitten. Looking at his posture and expression, it seemed that Little Joan of Arc's fist was really the same size as hers. It is the strength of a ten-year-old child.

However, behind the palm of Dracula's palm that caught Little Joan of Arc, the obvious vigor told everyone present that Little Joan's fist was not so easy to mess with. Her punch was real. Possesses the power to break mountains and rocks.

"No no no no!!"

Little Joan thrust her fist at Dracula hard, trying to wrestle with the evil Great Demon King Dracula by virtue of her "strength exchanged for courage", but after ten seconds of stalemate, little Joan Joan of Arc's face was flushed, and Dracula's palm was still firmly grasping her little fist, not moving at all.

In anger, little Joan withdrew her fist, and then punched again with the other hand. At the same time, the retracted fist also hammered towards Dracula's chest from top to bottom.

However, Dracula stood still, stretched out his hands lazily, and still easily grabbed her arm.

"No no no no no!!"

Another futile wrestling, little Joan of Arc withdrew her hand again, and Dracula let go of her arm obediently, as if she was really playing with a child.

"Drink!"

This posture made little Joan feel a little angry, so she lunged down and put her fists in her belly, ready to perform the last move that Martha gave her.The majestic magic power enveloped her fist, and the white sacred power condensed into shape, and Little Joan shouted out the name of the move:

"Iron Fist Holy Judge!!"

With a rumbling sound, her small fist hit Dracula's stomach forcefully. This time, Dracula did not resist.

36. Re-education needed

Rumble!

Little Joan's fist really hit Dracula's abdomen, and the fierce punch passed through his limbs and bones, gushing out from his back, blowing the snowflakes behind him flying all over the sky, and the heavy snowflakes on the ground On the snow, a snow-white spray was also set off out of thin air.Even Wuzhi, who was standing not far from Dracula, her long black dress was blown against one side of her leg by the strong wind, making a rattling noise.

"Success...is it successful?"

The naive little Joan of Arc, like the thousands of decent people who fell in front of her, said this kind of flag-like words in front of the boss.

"Of course it's impossible..."