This is My Heroic Path

Although that method is more inclined to scare.

"Xiaoyu, you should also know about me, right?" Joan of Arc asked in a low voice.

"Of course."

"Do you also think my sacrifice was wrong?" Joan asked.

"Of course, the burning at the stake was very unreasonable," An Zhiyu said.

"Sure enough, even you think so?" Jeanne lowered her eyes slightly, with a helpless smile on her face.

"But at least the ending is happy...although that is after your death." An Zhiyu said suddenly, "Have you ever seen a storm?"

Jeanne: "?"

Although she didn't speak, she could tell from the question mark on her head that she couldn't understand what An Zhiyu was going to say now.

"Oh, I almost forgot, you haven't read a book." An Zhiyu suddenly realized.Moreover, Shakespeare's works came later, so it's normal for Joan not to have read them.

Boom!

Joan patted Bai Long's head again, and immediately covered her hands.

Uh... It really hurts, this guy's head is really hard.

"What do you want to say?" Joan asked.

"It was a revenge story," An Zhiyu said, "but in the end, everyone lived happily ever after."

"A story of revenge, with a happy ending for everyone?" Joan repeated.

"Yes," An Zhiyu said, "your sacrifice is not completely worthless. In the end, everyone lives a happy life."

"You want to say that my sacrifice created the final peace, don't you?" Joan of Arc smiled after a short thought.

"It would be great if that's the case."

"If you have a chance, tell Jill this story." An Zhiyu said.

"Well, if there is a chance." Joan of Arc gently stroked the white dragon's head, her eyes were much softer than before.

"I said, don't touch my head!" Bai Long raised his eyes, and gave Joan a disgusted look of "Get away from me, woman".

"I touched the head of the white dragon." Joan of Arc said.

An Zhiyu: "... Is there a difference?"

"Didn't you say that when you carried me on your back just now?" Joan of Arc's mouth curled up slightly, "You and Bailong are two different individuals."

An Zhiyu: "..."

After a long time, he said very speechlessly: "You really don't look like a saint, you can hold grudges like this."

"I said, I can't be called a saint." Joan of Arc showed a charming smile.

"Now I believe it." An Zhiyu said.

The white dragon stormed towards the cathedral.

They took Joan of Arc all the way to the cathedral, but they soon discovered that there was no sign of a guard at the gate of the cathedral.

"It's so strange, could it be that the empty city plan can't work?" An Zhiyu, who had turned into a human form, glanced around and said with some doubts.

There are quite a few Wyverns by the door of the cathedral, they lean slightly on the sides, as if they are welcoming the arrival of An Zhiyu.

Joan of Arc glanced at the flying dragons on both sides, her eyes were confused, and she thought that this doesn't look like an empty city, does it?

After all, there are so many flying dragons guarding them.

Although I don't know why the gang of flying dragons hung up on both sides and didn't move.

"Forget it, let's go in and have a look first—" An Zhiyu said as he walked into the cathedral.

"Roar!"

Almost at the moment when he entered the church, a roar suddenly sounded, and a biped wyvern rushed towards An Zhiyu from the door of the church.

"Be careful——" Jeanne's pupils contracted slightly, and when she was about to draw her sword, An Zhiyu raised her eyes, and those eyes turned golden under the overload of combat power, as bright as daylight, and the eyes of the two-legged wyvern Those eyes were reflected in the pupils, and almost at that moment, the attack stopped abruptly.

Then, it lowered its head slightly, as if admitting its mistake.

"It's okay, go outside and watch it." An Zhiyu patted Feilong on the head.

Then he watched the flying dragon flapping its wings and flying out of the church.

Joan of Arc froze for a moment, and said in disbelief, "Why does it listen to you so much?"

"Could it be that those outside just listened to your words and didn't attack us...?"

"I influenced it with love." An Zhiyu said solemnly.

Joan of Arc didn't speak, but the helpless eyes she cast on An Zhiyu said everything.

Only ghosts would believe his words. It seems that it should be similar to the bloodline suppression of the dragon clan.

Joan glanced at the surrounding environment, and said to herself: "There are no other guards here except the flying dragon. Is it too arrogant, or are they busy dealing with another group of enemies?"

"That is to say, does Black Joan have other enemies?" An Zhiyu murmured thoughtfully to himself, "Go on to the depths of the church. If there are no accidents, they should be there."