The Missionary of the Second Dimension

Daimao Wang and Janet led the way, Zhai Nan and Hei Zhende followed behind them.

"Humph!"

At this time, Zhai Nan's companion, Joan of Arc let out a soft snort.

Zhai Nan looked at the girl with a smile on her face: "What's wrong? Did you eat something wrong? Because I'm too nice to Janet?"

"Hmph!" Black Joan lowered her head and rolled her eyes at Zhai Nan, folded her hands on her chest and said, "You don't care about my business if you treat that girl well."

"You can't say that. After all, Janet can be regarded as your predecessor. Doesn't being nice to her mean being nice to you?" Zhai Nan touched his chin.

"Humph!"

This time, she received another cold snort from Joan of Arc, but it was much lighter than the previous two times.

Clearly feeling that Joan of Arc's mood began to improve, Zhai Nan started to die again.

"By the way, I haven't asked you all this time. It's understandable that Janet can't write. How is your handwriting now? Show me how?"

I saw that as soon as Zhai Nan finished speaking, a note was forced into his hand.

The speed was so fast that even he could only be amazed.

Zhai Nan was puzzled, and then spread out the folded piece of paper stuffed in his hand.

After unraveling, this is a picture drawn with an ordinary ballpoint pen, but the overall look is like random graffiti in kindergarten.

The black thing in the painting seems to draw two suspected human patterns, surrounded by dots of red wrapping.

However, relying on Zhai Nan's identification skills to reach EX, he still recognized the meaning of this picture.

The person standing like a mop in black ink represents Joan of Arc. In the painting, she is holding a spear and stabbing the stomach of the person lying on the ground. There are red ink around the stabbed Smudge marks.

There is also a line of words "Hei Joan killed Zhai Nan with a spear" at the bottom.

After watching all this, a few black lines appeared on Zhai Nan's forehead, and he couldn't help asking: "Are you still a primary school student? Curse me in this way..."

"What's the matter? Are you afraid?" Hei Joan looked at Zhai Nan contemptuously and laughed.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid, but then again, why do you know how to write other characters? It's quite neat."

Ignoring the meaning of the picture, Zhai Nan looked at the line above and said, "Aren't you good at writing?"

"Hmph, when you were not here, I studied it. Is there any problem? Because the crooked words like earthworms are too embarrassing, I feel like vomiting when I look at them!" Black Jeanne rolled her eyes, Showed a not poor expression.

Zhai Nan said while walking: "By the way, why do you feel ashamed? Even if the handwriting is ugly, it doesn't matter. You won't show it to others anyway."

"Isn't this for you to read now? Huh! And you are too thoughtless, I have always been a perfectionist. Do you think, if I still write words crawling by earthworms at this time, do you definitely want to write?" Are you laughing at me?"

The corners of Joan of Arc's mouth were raised slightly, revealing a corner of her white teeth.

"How could I laugh at you for this kind of thing? But then again, are you ready to show me this thing?"

Zhai Nan would not believe that this was drawn by Joan of Arc in a fraction of a second.

"Hmph! I wouldn't do that! It just happened to be on me. Now give me that paper back."

Black Joan made a gesture to seize.

"Oh... no..."

"..."

(#`dish)

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It took about 10 minutes to get back to the village that was being rebuilt.

Every villager who saw Zhai Nan would stop and bow. Their relatives were healed by Zhai Nan, and they seemed to be the saviors in everyone's hearts.

".ˇMaster, can I distribute some of the food we brought to them?"

When Artoria saw these poor villagers, she was moved with compassion.

"Go, but go and come back quickly."

After obtaining the consent, King Dumao took the food they brought from various worlds and distributed them to the surviving villagers.

Zhai Nan and Hei Jean followed Janet to her home.

Although the house has been repaired, it is simply covered with turf, planks and stones.

When Janet's parents saw their daughter and Zhai Nan, they all ran over to thank and welcome them.

"Janet..." came a faint voice from the back of the house.

"elder sister!"

Hearing this sound, Janet rushed in immediately, and buried her face in Catherine's arms (good luck).

"Are you all right?"

"Well, it's okay. I heard from my parents about the matter. Thank you very much for your help."

Catherine wanted to get up from the bed immediately when she saw the few people who were incompatible with the dilapidated environment.

"You don't need to get up, let's take a good rest first, and saving you is what we should do." Zhai Nan nodded. Although Catherine and Janet looked very similar, they could still tell the difference.