In This Life, I Only Push Joan of Arc

The angel is dead, and the prophecy is useless.

At the last moment, Luo An only remembered what it was like. His hand was tremblingly placed on his chest, and he took out a ring.

"Poor, I almost forgot...cough..."

"I wanted to give it to you in the past...but now, it's not too late."

Jeanne's eyes spread, and she looked at the ring on his hand in disbelief.

It turned out to be like this, just because of these, because of people like me, would you like to...

"It's not too late."

She could only show her brightest smile, the smile mixed with tears, dripping down Loon's face from the corner of her eyes.

"Let... ahem, marry..."

The end of the words did not fall, his hand drooped weakly, and the diamond ring was placed in his hand so quietly.

Joan of Arc's eyes were a little blurry. She looked at the ring in Luo An's hand and forced herself to smile.

She took the ring, and then put it on the ring finger of her right hand without any hesitation,

"I do, Lon, I do."

She leaned down gently and placed a kiss on Lon's face.

"I am willing, whether it was or is now, as long as you do this, I will. At least in the end, at least in the end, let me do my wife's duty..."

Her smile was still as beautiful, but unfortunately Luo An was no longer able to see it.

Tears began to flow out of control, and everything around seemed to quiet down.

Jeanne hugged him so gently.

"At least finally, please, hear my words of agreement..."

Lon, I have never believed in any god, those prayers, those wishes, never just war.

What I want is your happiness, maybe it is because I prayed for your happiness every day that the so-called miracle was ushered in at the beginning.

What I truly believe in my heart, from the beginning to the end, has always been you, and it will only be you...

53. Once upon a time

Joan of Arc did not leave that place of criminal law.

She just held Luo An quietly.

The soldiers who rescued her were chased away, leaving her to sit on the ground alone and hug Luo An so quietly.

"The king is dead!"

I don't know who was the first to shout this sentence.

"Kill the woman who killed the king!"

The plot that had been rehearsed for a long time went into an accident, and some soldiers began to not know how to execute Joan of Arc.

She looked at the people around her, as well as the Archbishop,

"Execution, he is dead, and I don't need these efforts. At the last time, let me accompany him."

The Great Sect Master looked at her with surprise.

This, what a holy woman...to face her such a request.

The Grand Priest sighed helplessly,

"My Lady, you don't have to accompany this demon to death, you can leave with them and be saved, even if you want to get rid of him—"

"Execution, don't say that."

Joan of Arc's words this time came with some requests.

Her eyes were on the other soldiers around, who hesitated.

"His Majesty the King said to let you live..."

"But he's dead isn't he?"

She stroked Lon's face,

"Can I ask you one thing? After I die, please bury me with him."

"But Lady Saint, this kind of person..."

At first, some unwitting soldiers were coming, and Luo An did not arrange for all of them.

Looking at Joan of Arc's firm eyes, they finally sighed helplessly, their voices full of sadness,

"We know, Lady Saint, but you have to know that if you stay here now, everything he has done will be useless."

"Then if he's dead, does it matter if I'm alive?"

She shook her head, her hand holding Lon's clothes was a little tight.

"Those are not important anymore. I want to be with him, and now I just want to be with him. Even...even if he wants me to live with my current life, I want to be with him."