This is My Heroic Path

The corner of An Zhiyu's mouth twitched slightly, wondering if this kid really didn't do it on purpose?

Forget it, anyway, it doesn't matter if it's just a title.

"I roughly understand the situation, that is to say, you had a dream, and the master in the dream told you that I was in this forest, so you came here to find me, isn't that right?" An Zhiyu said to Jeanne The words just summed up.

Joan of Arc nodded, "I believe this is the divine revelation of the Lord, I indeed found you in this forest."

"Then, there is a Black Joan who looks very similar to you trying to destroy the country, so you want me to stop her with you?"

Joan of Arc nodded again, as if to make her words more convincing, she clenched An Zhiyu's hands more tightly, "You didn't know if you saw her just now, the person who attacked you was her, but She's gone now."

An Zhiyu stared at the girl in front of him thoughtfully.

Looking at it this way, it might not be an accident that he would appear here. Maybe he will have to wait until these troubles are resolved before he can return to his own world smoothly.

In other words, I will never have such weird dreams again.

Of course, this is just An Zhiyu's guess, but this guess is worth trying.

Moreover, he was attacked for no reason in the forest before, so this account has to be settled.

"I see." An Zhiyu nodded slightly.

Joan's eyes gradually brightened, and she immediately revealed a charming smile, "Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Bailong."

"Call me Anzhiyu or Xiaoyu!"

"I'm sorry... I accidentally forgot, hehe." Joan of Arc let go of her hand and smiled apologetically. Her smile was as cute as an ordinary little girl's, without the airs of a saint at all.

"Forget it," An Zhiyu waved his hand, "Let's start again tomorrow, we need to recharge our spirits tonight."

"Well, it's true." Jeanne stretched out her hand to An Zhiyu, "It's reassuring to have you here, let's work hard!"

An Zhiyu silently reached out to shake hands with her, and they left as soon as they touched her. He turned over and lay down on the haystack and yawned, tears rolling in his eyes.

It's so strange, why do you still feel sleepy at night even though you are in the body of a white dragon now?Moreover, he had obviously slept for so long in the past two days.

Or is the time in a coma counted as a rest?

An Zhiyu yawned again while thinking, lay down on the haystack and said, "I'm going to sleep first."

"Go to bed at ease, I will watch at night." Jeanne smiled.

An Zhiyu: "..."

How can ordinary people feel ashamed to sleep when a girl says that?

Unfortunately, An Zhiyu is not an ordinary person.

So he yawned again and went to sleep.

At this time, a loud noise sounded, which instantly broke An Zhiyu's drowsiness.

"Go there and search, we will move on, block the forest exit, and make sure to keep them here!"

The sound of footsteps echoed vaguely in his ears, and at this moment the disadvantages of the body of the white dragon appeared.

An Zhiyu's hearing is so good that even this faint sound came into his ears clearly.

"Is there an enemy coming?" He turned to look at Joan and asked.

"Don't worry, I checked carefully. The cave here is very hidden, and there is a cover I specially set up outside, so there will be no problem." Jeanne showed a reassuring smile, "Please feel free to rest."

An Zhiyu complained in his heart: Why does it feel like the flag is standing up?

Then he glanced at the flag Joan had placed beside him.

Well, it really stood up.

But soon An Zhiyu confirmed the authenticity of Joan's words. The voices of the guards who were searching around just now really disappeared. Obviously, they didn't find the hole.

An Zhiyu closed his eyes again. Although the "bed" made of haystacks is not very comfortable to sleep on, for An Zhiyu now, having a place to sleep is already very good.

"Do you need something to cushion you?" Joan of Arc said, folded the cloak on her shoulders and handed it to An Zhiyu, "If you don't mind, use it as a pillow. Although it is a bit crude, it is better than nothing."

"No need." An Zhiyu refused.

Joan of Arc did not continue to stubbornly hand over the cloak to An Zhiyu, but said with a smile: "I see, please let me know if you need anything, but there are very limited things I can do in this situation. That's it."

"Well, I see." An Zhiyu nodded slightly, resting his hands on the back of his head, and glanced at the girl next to him.

Joan had already untied her hairband, her blond hair rested lightly on her back, she was wearing a light armor, curled up in a corner and hugged her knees, her slender thighs were wrapped by a pair of stockings, forming a perfect absolute domain with the armor , revealing delicate white skin.

In fact, if you want to talk about the head pad, there are other alternatives besides the cloak, but An Zhiyu really can't bear to say it.

But he felt that if he said now: This is the revelation of the Lord, in order for the Savior to sleep well, please give him a knee pillow...

I always feel that Joan of Arc will not refuse.

It is estimated that in the eyes of the girl, this white dragon has been raised to a very high position. However, no matter how high the white dragon is in Joan's heart, a salted fish is a salted fish, and this will never be true. Change.

The saint obviously sensed An Zhiyu's gaze, and was slightly taken aback for a moment, then a blush appeared on her face, she staggered her eyes from An Zhiyu's, and said in a low voice, "If you don't mind, use your legs as a pillow." ..."

"No need!" An Zhiyu immediately shook his head and refused.

He is a very virtuous fish, and in reality Lily is still lying under his blanket, so it is not acceptable to make such an intimate move with another girl under such circumstances.

It's not that he is cowardly, it's a matter of integrity!