Chapter 693

The next moment, a figure appeared in the empty hall.

Wearing an ordinary white shirt and black casual trousers, he has a delicate face, a tall and well-proportioned figure, and a head of black hair.

This person is undoubtedly Bai Ye.

However, the eyes of this 'White Ye' were very dull, as if he was just a doll.

"After all, he is your master, so it's a little difficult to start, right?"

Shakespeare made a gesture of please, while taking two steps back, "But there is no need to worry here! Your will for revenge can be released at will! Please! Wave at your abominable master. Raise the flag of revenge!"

Shakespeare's Noble Phantasm, if it frustrates the target servant's heart, it can cause the other party to fall into a state of "lost soul" and lose all ability to resist within the time limit.

In other words, if Black Joan really followed his script and waved the flag to this false 'White Wilderness', then his wish would be fulfilled.

Black Joan, who was 'lost' outside, would die under a very simple attack.

This is what Shakespeare is for.

As long as you succeed, there will be no disadvantage.

In the empty hall.

Shakespeare stood aside, watching the play taking place in front of him with a smile.

The fake 'White Wilderness' stood in front of Black Joan, his face and eyes were extremely dull - but in a certain moment, there was a light in his eyes that seemed to come to life.

When neither Shakespeare nor Jeanne d'Arc noticed, Bai Ye rolled his eyes, but he didn't make any unnecessary movements and still just stood there blankly.

Black Jeanne stood opposite 'White Field', holding the black flag tightly in her hand, but she still did not wave it.

There should have been no hesitation.

Isn't the target of her revenge the young man in front of her?

Although you can't do anything to him outside because of the order of the Command Seal, in this script world, you have no scruples at all and can kill him at will, right?

Isn’t that what revenge is all about?

——But, something is wrong.

If something is wrong——

"What's the reason... maybe it's a little sense of responsibility, a little nosy... and a little bit of seeing the shadow of someone else!"

"There's always something about her that can't be left alone."

Chapter 817 Let’s go to the end of hell together!

"What's the reason? Maybe it's a little sense of responsibility, a little nosy... and a little bit of seeing the shadow of someone else."

"There's always something about her that can't be left alone."

What appeared in the hesitant Black Jeanne's mind was what she saw last night, the conversation between Bai Ye and Bai Jeanne.

Bai Ye's answer when Bai Jiande asked why she was summoned like this.

Because we can't just leave it alone.

This answer emerged in Black Joan's heart at this moment.

And it echoed over and over again.

If she was still hesitant just now, she suddenly realized it now.

"...Your proposal is really tempting."

Black Joan stood there and said this with some approval.

Shakespeare paused for a moment and blinked, "This development feels a bit immediate... I don't know why I have a bad premonition now."

"The hunch is very accurate!"

Immediately afterwards, Black Joan's face showed a contemptuous smile, "So I refuse!"

"Eh?! Why!???"

Shakespeare's eyes suddenly widened.

It’s okay to fail there, after all, she is a famous saint in history.

But here, this fake, which looked like it had some serious psychological trauma, actually failed? ! This surprised Shakespeare.

On the side, 'Bai Ye' also raised his eyebrows without any trace.

"No reason at all!"

Black Joan raised the black flag in her hand while showing an extremely arrogant expression, "That guy is the one I decided to take revenge on!"

"So, I have to let him accompany me to the end of hell!"

Saying this, the flag in Black Joan's hand burned with a very sudden cursed fire, and she said proudly: "I will use the cursed flame to avenge him, so that he will feel burned by the flame every minute. The pain of burning——"

"—But I won't kill him!"

If you want to take revenge on him, you will spend every minute and second burning him... but you will not kill him, you will only let him walk into the end of hell with you.

"What do you think this is?!"

Shakespeare finally showed a look that said he couldn't stand it anymore, "In your heart, what does 'revenge' mean?!"

"What I want to write is not a romance drama!"

What's that?

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Spend every minute and every second burning him, do you want to stay together forever?

Let him go to the end of hell with you, do you want to grow old together?

Want to take revenge on him? Do you want to confess?

"Isn't this too weird!?" Shakespeare couldn't help but help his forehead.

Although Black Joan's statement was extremely tactful, if it were an ordinary person, he would definitely be confused at this moment, right? But as a top playwright, Shakespeare still picked up the key points from it all at once, and felt that he just sent a wave of assists and was a bit unable to complain.

And the moment Black Joan said these words.