Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1080 - 280 Ridiculous _2

Chapter 1080: Chapter 280 Ridiculous _2

"Why have you suddenly started calling me ’my lord’?" Liu Shock asked curiously.

"Calling you ’my lord’ is because my father told me to respect you! Shouldn’t I?" Joan of Arc said playfully, with a hint of slyness. She winked at Liu Shock, and this explanation was very much in his style.

"I’m just not used to it for the moment." Liu Shock was swayed by Joan of Arc’s coquettish gesture, feeling as if his heart was being tickled by a cat’s claws. He quickly threw out an irrelevant comment to change the subject: "Why didn’t you go watch the live Diwei action?"

"I don’t really like watching those violent Diwei broadcasts. Just now, I was alone in the tent watching the Diwei that takes scenic footage." Joan of Arc smiled: "You really don’t need to worry too much. With Qian Qian, the desert native, here, nothing will happen to Sister Helen and Sister Moer. They’re probably just delayed by something."

"Since I’m free anyway, I might as well wait for them here. I’m not worried." Liu Shock helped Joan of Arc to put on her nun’s veil, then draped the sable cape over the little nun’s shoulders: "The desert gets freakishly cold at night. You have to take care of yourself. My Night Luminescent Dragon Pearl and Singing Robe, they both have the effects of cooling and reducing summer heat..."

Because of this intimate gesture, their eyes met and lingered on each other, Liu Shock looking into Joan of Arc’s irresistibly beautiful eyes, and he became captivated for a moment, his voice gradually fading to a whisper.

After a brief moment of distraction, both Liu Shock and Joan of Arc realized their slip and turned their heads away from each other, cheeks burning hot.

Guoguo stood with arms akimbo on the ground, staring intently at Joan of Arc and Liu Shock, her mischievous eyes darting about.

The little parrot perched on the palm tree had its eyes open wider than an owl’s, tilting its head to one side, in a posture of eavesdropping.

Seeing the two little creatures acting this way, Joan of Arc felt both embarrassed and angry, "Yingying" she softly spat, hanging her head low, daring not to lift it again.

"Kiss one〜kiss one〜ah yo〜driving me crazy〜not professional at all〜" the little parrot complained dissatisfiedly.

"This little beast! Ever since it received the blood essence from the Ice Phoenix and Fire Crane, it seems to have become more and more crafty!" Liu Shock cursed at the little parrot through gritted teeth: "Keep babbling and I’ll tear your mouth off!"

The little parrot immediately dropped a "Fool〜" and flew away flapping its wings, while Guoguo lay on the ground, holding her belly, pounding the sandy ground with her fists, laughing "giggle giggle."

"A nun is a bride of God. I cover my hair with this veil as a symbol of that unyielding will and strength..." Joan of Arc’s voice trembled as if she had malaria. After blurting out this nonsensical phrase, she felt so embarrassed that she covered her face and squatted on the ground, shivering like a quail bracing for an icy blast.

Liu Shock, whose face was thicker than the city wall of Witherspoon City, even with its curves, couldn’t help but blush as well.

Joan of Arc’s words were so transparent that it was hard not to catch the implied meaning, especially for someone with Liu Shock’s intelligence.

However, aside from the awkwardness, he also felt a secret delight, like a pauper who picks up an empty wallet only to discover it’s worth more than diamonds.

This delight was accompanied by a deep sense of guilt. The three asymmetrical emotions tangled in Liu Shock’s heart like vines on an old tree, impossible to untangle.

From teasing Joan of Arc on the streets of Dorott to the moment Master Puskas entrusted her to him, and all the way to now, Liu Shock himself was quite confused about what place the little nun held in his heart. The only certainty was that he harbored some crooked thoughts, not outrageously blatant, but they were not entirely absent either.

"Joan of Arc... I..." Liu Shock took a deep breath, inwardly contemplating what to say to dissolve the awkwardness of the moment.

"Do you know? My father is about to die..." Joan of Arc suddenly looked up and interrupted Liu Shock’s rambling. Although she was still shaking badly, she clenched her teeth and mustered all her courage to utter those words.

"Master Puskas? He always liked to boast that bull..." Hearing Joan of Arc’s words, Liu Shock felt his face get so hot he might cook an egg on it.

He felt embarrassed about his own wild speculation and wished he could find a crack in the ground to disappear into...

"It’s true... The magical elements in his body have started to deplete... He told me himself... it’s not a joke..." Joan of Arc was very agitated, her teeth chattering in quick succession.

"War God above." Liu Shock felt as if a huge stone had struck his chest, completely dumbfounded.

Although Master Puskas had always claimed he was close to death, Liu Shock never took it seriously, thinking it was a joke. But today, having confirmation from Joan of Arc himself, he experienced a heart-wrenching feeling. Master Puskas was one of the kindest people to him, and Liu Shock cherished that relationship deeply.

Anyone with a basic understanding of elements on the Pan Continent knows that the gradual depletion of magic power is a sign that a mage is nearing death. It’s the same for the Beamon priests if their Song Power begins to fade, which signifies that their health and life are coming to an end. The current High Priest Milu stepped down for precisely this reason.