The Inhuman tribe was where Skye's mother was from.

After seeing their own people being hunted down on TV, it was indeed possible that they would send out their teleporters to rescue them.

Now, all the stories about the Inhumans and Skye's life experience were connected.

"Did Shiki happen over there?" Jeanne asked.

She was now back in casual clothes, lying in Shen He's arms in a princess hug. Her slender body was slightly smaller than the battle armor, and her long golden braids fluttered in the wind.

"Well, it's a good thing." Shen He opened his visor, and a strong wind whistled towards his face. "I should have let you stay in the mecha."

"This little wind is nothing to the Heroic Spirit."

Jeanne moved closer to Shen He so that she wouldn't have to speak loudly.

"That's right." Shen He smiled, "and this is a mecha prepared for men, you can't wear it, Jeanne."

"Master!" Jeanne slightly increased her tone, biting her lower lip and complaining, "It's not praiseworthy to tease a woman's figure."

"Uh..." Shen He was stunned, "I'm not teasing you."

This kind of slim small battle armor is close to custom-made. Shen He and Tony are not much different in height and weight, so he can borrow it.

"Eh, is that so..."

Jeanne suddenly became stammering, with an apologetic look on her face. She didn't expect that she had wrongly blamed the Master.

"So, what kind of image do you have of me in your mind?" Shen He showed a frustrated expression. "Although I sometimes tease you, that's because Joan of Arc is very charming when she is shy. When have you ever seen me teasing or Violet? Only you, Joan of Arc, have this kind of attraction that makes me want to get close to you."

"..."

Joan of Arc didn't speak. She kept a somewhat apologetic expression and stood still stiffly. Then, her cheeks quickly turned red with shame, and she looked super flustered.

"Suck, attraction or something, wow..."

Finally, she made a strange sound and turned her head away, but the blush on her face had spread to her earlobes.

For a country girl, being directly praised in person is very attractive, and it is almost reaching the limit she can bear.

"Just like now." Shen He was not ready to let her go. He narrowed his eyes in revenge and showed a narrow smile. "I have never regarded you as a saint. What I see is just a kind, beautiful, simple and serious girl. I feel that I can say anything to you. You are the first woman who can fascinate me like this, Joan of Arc."

How shy would the girl be when she said such a confession - Shen He was looking forward to it with some evil taste.

However -

the expected panic did not come.

Joan of Arc turned her head, staring at Shen He with lavender eyes, and her expression was very serious.

"Master..." The girl seemed to be verifying something, "You really don't regard me as a saint?"

I see... Shen He's eyes gradually softened.

"No." He gave an affirmative answer, "I know that killing a thousand people from the enemy country for the sake of a hundred people from your own country, this kind of killing behavior that we regard as heroic, is not a commendable achievement for you, Joan of Arc. However, there is only one reason why I don't regard you as a saint-"

Shen He paused here, and Joan of Arc pursed her lips and became a little nervous.

"I don't believe in God."

Joan of Arc's eyes suddenly widened.

"What's the reason?"

"This is a very important reason." Shen He's face showed a bit of a joke, "You are called a miraculous girl by history. Because you listened to the sighs of God, you waved the flag and went to the battlefield, and finally created a miracle. People attributed such miracles to God and praised you as a saint, but I don't believe in God."

Joan of Arc understood a little bit.

"Because I don't believe in God." Shen He continued, "So what I saw from that miracle was only your own efforts and courage. In fact, whether it was the story of watching you across a dimension in the past, or the face-to-face contact now, what I care about and like is only you, not the admiration of others for you."

There are so many people who have created miracles in history.

As a non-believer, Shen He admires heroes, but he will not deify them.

Every hero in history can only catch his own miracle after countless efforts and struggles.

Their glory and achievements should not be attributed to gods or fate.

After abandoning the halo of mythology, Shen He saw only the charm of Joan of Arc herself.

"Too cunning, Master..." Joan of Arc lowered her eyelashes.

"What?" Shen He didn't quite understand.

"You know everything about me." Joan of Arc raised her head, her face was completely different from the previous blush, because it was mixed with a smile from the heart, "My character, my sins, I am covered in blood, but I actually met you in this last summoning. Obviously, I am just an extremely stupid country girl... Am I really worthy of your love?"

Plop, plop...

Shen He's heart beat quickly for the first time.

Even when he was in close contact with Joan of Arc before, he didn't feel like this now.

Because he knew that Joan of Arc's concern was not a love emotion, but only came from her simple belief in wanting to protect the master, and Shen He couldn't figure out whether his concern was love or not.

But now...

it seems that the favorability has suddenly broken through.

Can I get rid of the singleness by kissing at this time?

Shen He is not an indecisive person. After realizing that there is hope of getting rid of the singleness, he decisively put everything behind him.

"Joan of Arc..."

Shen He called out, intending to brew his emotions.

However, Joan of Arc had already turned her head away, pointing to the distance, with a face full of joy.

"Crystal, I saw Crystal."

"..."

The atmosphere was gone.

Shen He wanted to cry but couldn't.

But there was nothing he could do now, because Crystal's condition didn't look good.

Shen He lowered his altitude.

Jeanne jumped directly into the sea, and the unconscious Crystal was swept into the shallow water by the waves, while the big dog bit her collar tightly, but the big dog's back half had obvious scars, and it could only hold on.

"Her body temperature is very low, and there is an electric shock injury in her lower abdomen. Master, she must go to the hospital for treatment immediately." Jeanne has a certain healing ability, but it is not very strong.

"I have a bottle of healing potion from 'Overlord'." Shen He took out a small bottle of red liquid from his backpack, "There is only one bottle, give it to the big dog, and then let it teleport us back to the company base, where there is a full set of medical facilities."

This is a three-star guaranteed equipment drawn in a daily lottery, and Shen He has been reluctant to use it.

But now it must be taken out, because the big dog's condition looks equally bad.