In This Life, I Only Push Joan of Arc

These pains made him instantly feel the coldness of his body disappear. It was not that he was not cold, but that the pain had made him unable to pay attention to the problem of heat and cold.

But it's only half, and it needs to be done again.

His left hand was trembling on the fire, and everyone was convulsing in pain.

And then... again.

The body was tightly tensed, but the whole person closed his eyes in pain to prevent tears from shedding.

With the last bit of disinfection and burning of the wound site, the condition has improved significantly.

But still need to deal with a little more...

His consciousness was a little blurry.

No, it needs to be treated again, otherwise it will be infected, and it needs to be kept warm to prevent the cold from getting worse.

Thinking like this, he stood up in a daze and walked to the two dead wolf corpses.

The skin can be peeled off and the meat can be eaten...

He dragged the corpse to the side of the fire, and then dragged the other end to his side.

This time he couldn't hold it any longer, and he slowly fell to the wolf's side.

so warm...

In the last consciousness and line of sight, it seems that only these are left.

He stroked the wolf's fur.

It's like sleeping on a haystack once.

Luo An thought so in his heart, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously brought a smile.

At that time, Jean was still a little girl, if she hadn't done those things... how wonderful it would be, after marrying her, I would definitely be very happy...

He couldn't hold it any longer and closed his eyes. At the end of his vision, the ring hanging on his chest was still shining.

If there were no so-called angels, would she agree to her proposal, would she be willing to be with her?

It would be great if the people chosen by the angels at the beginning were themselves.

...Good night, Jean.

The flames were still burning, providing a little warmth.But it also feels illusory.

Luo An felt as if he had returned to the past, the boy who was basking in the sun on the haystack and playing with the girl carefree.

Those laughter, I really want to protect forever...

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Joan of Arc did not give up after one failure.

She didn't want to be successful the first time, so she went elsewhere.

These two months cannot be wasted.

She also remembered that she could write letters, but unfortunately she didn't know a word, only Lon and her name.

I don't know how to send a...

Yes, you can draw!

The girl thought happily.

Although she can't write, Luo An and her name can still write.

She can draw, and if Loon is to speak, she will definitely be able to understand her own drawings!

The girl believed so.

In a hotel at night, the girl held a letter, first wrote Lon's name, and then wrote her own name.

Then I probably drew a happy little man.

"Haha, in this case, Luo An will know that everything is going well here and won't worry about it! But I always feel like I'm making myself ugly."

The girl didn't seem to be very satisfied with her drawing, but then she drew a male villain again.

"It's fair to paint Luo An as ugly!"

After the girl finished, she looked at the two little people holding hands with satisfaction.Then he placed his hand on the cross on his chest.

I just don't know what's going on with Luo An now.

He has never supported himself in this matter, and I really hope he can just wait for his successful return in the village like this.

Just speaking, it's almost January.

On this birthday, there is no gift from Loon.

The girl thought in disappointment.

It was always the other party who reminded her of her birthday, but now that she left alone, she found that she couldn't help thinking about it in her mind.

Thinking of this, the girl's thoughts were clear, and she was even more determined to take this road.