Under the intoxicating moonlight, Shen He and Jeanne clung to each other.

They talked about many things.

Shen He talked about his past when he was just an ordinary person.

At that time, he had been living a routine life. When he was studying, he had grades that were not the best but good. He was admitted to a university that was not the best but good. He found a job that was not the best but good. In fact, it was only the years in high school when he was fighting for his dream that impressed him.

Jeanne was envious of this.

She also talked about her mother, her younger brothers and sisters, and her life in the countryside.

Although there was no excitement in the last two years of her life, there was plain fun every day.

She was a wild child when she was a child and often fought with others. Because she was not as strong as others, she developed a unique skill of poking eyeballs.

"I really want to go back and see what you looked like at that time." Shen He was a little yearning.

"If you really go, you will regret it." Joan of Arc pursed her lips and shook her head. "The conditions at that time were far from as good as they are now. Even if there was no war or famine, people were easy to die, especially children. If they were sick, they could only pray. I became a devout believer after I was sick once and miraculously survived."

"... There is no such thing in history books."

Shen He's fingers slid along Joan of Arc's snow-white back. The warmth and extremely smooth touch from his fingertips made him intoxicated.

"History books will not record a dull and insignificant country girl." Joan of Arc looked at Shen He with a little nervousness, "But for me, the seventeen years before going to the battlefield are the days that occupy the vast majority of my life. Master, you are in love with a country girl who knows nothing."

"It doesn't matter, I will teach you."

Shen He suddenly noticed the bright red lips that were so close.

The heroic spirit is really an incredible existence. Even at such a close distance, there is not even a trace of flaw on Joan of Arc's face.

There was also a faint scent like the scent of violets constantly licking the nose.

He hesitated for less than a second, then he bent down and kissed the seductive upper lip.

"Hmm..."

This unexpected kiss made Jeanne utter an indistinct cry of surprise, her eyes suddenly opened wide, and her cheeks suddenly became red like a burning cloud.

Then in the next moment -

Shen He's arms were empty.

This girl actually escaped in spirit form.

Shen He smacked his lips a little disappointedly.

"Big, big dog is about to come to pick us up."

Jeanne's figure reappeared beside Shen He, keeping a distance that was both wanting to get close and a little timid.

Her skin was covered with a layer of light blush, and she was almost at the limit of what she could bear to stay in front of Shen He after being attacked like that.

"Okay." Shen He nodded with satisfaction.

He still understood the principle that too much is as bad as too little. There is still a long time to come, and important feelings should be cherished.

However, Shen He eventually overestimated himself. The consequence of suppressing his restlessness was that he almost didn't sleep all night.

He kept smiling foolishly, staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open, his head in a daze.

However, his superhuman physique made him completely tireless, until the first ray of sunlight poured in from the window, he suddenly had a kind of motivation to look forward to every day in the future.

What's the difference between evolving from a single dog to a loving dog?

In fact, there is not much difference. It's nothing more than being awakened by a gentle voice every day, having someone to accompany you quietly when you are working, and being able to stare at your lovely lover openly when you are free, and occasionally touching him. Apart from this, there are probably only some small interests such as holding hands, feeding, and knee pillows.

As Chaldea expands step by step and more and more people join in, Shen He still has a lot of things to do.

For example, the hearing that Steve participated in was actually just a formality. Tony had already established relevant connections before that. After the battle of the destruction of S.H.I.E.L.D., Shen He had already entered the sight of the World Security Council directly. However, as long as they were not caught openly, coupled with the strength they showed, I believe these people would not dare to easily test his bottom line.

On the fifth day, the Kingdom of Attilan finally solved its own affairs and arrived on time. This time, it was Black Bolt who came in person with his queen and several royal attendants.

"Hill, tell me about the information you have investigated." After a brief greeting, Shen He went straight to the point.

"Yes, sir." Hill walked to the screen and turned on the projection. "After we learned the location of their tribe from the prisoners we captured before, we immediately arranged personnel to investigate. They were very cautious. After realizing the possibility of exposure, they chose to move directly, but they were still being locked and tracked by us."

Some of the pictures that were filmed appeared on the projection.

Among them, the most frequent one was a woman with several scars on her face.

"Lincoln claims to be their leader, that is, Jia Ying gave them a home." Shen He glanced at Lincoln who was taken aside, "But from our point of view, the strict rules set by Jia Ying have aggravated the fear and hatred of the aliens towards humans. They have separated themselves and prohibited too much contact with the outside world. If we just go to their door, we will basically have to rely on violence to solve the problem."

Black Bolt also looked at Lincoln, suddenly stood up and walked over, making gestures, and Medusa translated on the side.

"Do you know who we are?"

"......I know." Lincoln was silent for a while, and then slowly spoke, "The king of the Inhumans."

Shen He and others had already told him about the city of Attilan and Black Bolt these days.

"You are also an Inhuman, the bloodline we left on Earth. If there is a chance, you can return to a home that truly belongs to you, would you be willing?" Black Bolt continued to ask. "

......Of course I am willing...My king." Lincoln finally lowered his head.

Jia Ying did create a kind of racism for them, but this kind of racism just made them feel close enough when facing their own people.

Not to mention, Black Bolt is the king of the Inhumans, and this respected identity brings considerable pressure to Lincoln.

Black Bolt placed his palm on Lincoln's shoulder. Shen He gave Hill a look. She pressed the button and the motor collar on Lincoln's neck automatically untied.

"They are just eager to find a home." Black Bolt gestured to Shen He, "Why don't we contact them first, simply as Inhumans."

"This is indeed more appropriate." Shen He nodded, then looked at Hill, "What was Skye's reaction after she learned about her life experience?"