Have You Considered Coming to the Moon to Become a Demon God?

If so, it means that one person went shopping and eating alone, but the next seat was a couple in class.

The two looked at each other, one was full of confusion and sluggishness, the other was extremely embarrassed.

In the end, Barbatos could only laugh dryly and asked:

"Hey...why are you here?"

"Should I ask you this?"

Joan opened her blue eyes wide, and for a while, countless words were blocked in her throat, unable to utter.

What is the meaning of being a Fengshen but singing in this small bar?

If the believers find out, they will collapse!

Even Barbatos, who was as thick-skinned as a city wall, still blushed and stammered when facing Joan of Arc's innocent gaze.

"Don't look at me like that, there are many reasons, and it's not just me..."

not you alone...

Joan of Arc realized something in an instant, and before she could think about it, the plain and steady voice of inquiry came from her ear.

"Guest, what would you like to drink?"

The steady words were like a stone, smashing her heart into the lake.

Joan turned her head stiffly, when she saw that person who looked like a waiter.

At that moment, she felt that the image of Mo Yu in her heart as a stalwart standing proudly on the city wall and subduing the sea demon with his own power—

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Chapter 76 In terms of universal rationality

In the tavern, the murderous spirit boils

The guests who were drinking and chatting in the tavern couldn't help but feel the chills stand up and shiver.

They turned their gazes to the guests at the table in the corner. The woman had blond hair and blue eyes like the sea, while the man had sharp features and handsome cheeks with a trace of calmness and determination.

The two sat at the same table, looking like a man and a woman.

It would have been nice if there wasn't that green hat next to her, it looked like it was getting in the way.

When everyone saw the blond woman's aggressive face, as if she was scolding the man, they made up a lot of stuff in their minds.

Empathy, not love, mistakenly entered the big bird Zanzhuan bar, and two friends came out to pay off the debt...

Seeing that Mo Yu didn't leave, but unexpectedly worked in this small tavern for no reason, Joan looked at him with amused and annoyed eyes, and lightly grabbed Mo Yu's sleeve with her fingers to make him sit down, but Mo Yu was very professional Literate took the menu and asked her what to order.

Unable to do so, she could only order a bottle of wine and three or four small dishes to cope.

Only then did Mo Yu sit down obediently. Seeing that he could eat and drink, Barbatos immediately ran over and sat down with his eyes wide open.

Joan of Arc asked helplessly, "Can you explain what happened?"

Mo Yu's expression froze, and he said slowly:

"It's a long story..."

"Long story short."

Joan of Arc mercilessly interrupted his posture of wanting to tell a story.

In the village before, Mo Yu was able to tell stories to the children all afternoon without repeating the same stories, so that even the eavesdroppers could not help being fascinated.

Mo Yu sighed expressionlessly, and pointed to Fengshen who was holding the wine bottle and his eyes were shining.

"After seeing off Chaldea that day, I wanted to meet you, but I received a message from him saying that he wanted to treat me, so I went."

Joan crossed her shoulders and looked at the smirking Barbatos. The latter put down the bottle and sat upright, pointed at Mo Yu as well, and said falteringly:

"Don't say it as if it's all my responsibility. If you didn't order all the dishes, I wouldn't be unable to invite guests."

"Didn't you also order wine that you couldn't afford?" Mo Yu replied squinting at him.

Barbatos shrank his neck and said guiltily: "I thought you had money... After all, you provided all the funds before."

After speaking so far, Joan probably understood what happened.

After winning the battle, Barbatos wanted to celebrate, but unfortunately he didn't have much money.

So it was better to be generous to Mo Yu as soon as he had an idea. After all, Mo Yu was responsible for providing the material and coins of the army before.

This made Barbatos mistakenly think that Mo Yu was rich, so he took the initiative to let him come to the tavern to eat and drink in the name of a treat, and even said that he could order casually.

In this way, one ordered the most expensive wine in the store, and the other ordered all the dishes in the store, and the two of them were equally divided.

Although they are very generous when ordering, it is really embarrassing when they wait for the bill.

The poor-looking Barbatos took out his shriveled wallet, and looked at the rich and powerful Lord Yan with a smirk, thinking that he could spend a lot of money with arrogance.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yu was cleaner than him.

I searched all the pockets on his body, but couldn't find anything related to money.

So they were left to work enthusiastically by the boss, one worked as a waiter based on their looks, and the other made money by singing.

The picture is too beautiful to dare to think about it.

If the news of the two of them working in the tavern was known by the Sifeng Guardian above, it would probably be completely messed up.

Thinking back to the working life of the past few days, Barbatos smiled with emotion.

"Although it's good to sing in a tavern, it's good if you come, the money problem can finally be solved."

"Don't treat me like a wallet, I have no obligation to pay you!" Joan's expression changed drastically.

"Then pay me according to the content of the contract."

Mo Yu took out a long note from his bosom, on which were some of the dishes he had ordered.

Joan of Arc took the note in a very uncomfortable mood, and could only admit that she was unlucky.

"This experience ... don't want to have a second time."

The owner of the bar looked at the three of them with his arms around his shoulders, and asked indifferently:

"Are these two distinguished guests your friends?"

"VIP?"

Joan looked at the boss puzzled.

The boss pointed to the two people who started to feast: "I ordered a dish that was too expensive for me, so what is it if I am not a distinguished guest?"

Jeanne: "..."

What a shame!

Originally, she wanted to drink to relieve her worries, but the two of them made her worry even more.

After paying to redeem the two overlord meals from the tavern, Joan of Arc, who was depressed, was ready to go back to Domremy.

Seeing that Mo Yu and Barbatos still had no intention of leaving, she could only rely on her A-level strength to drag them out of the tavern.

I always feel like I'd better go...

Feeling that her sister was tired and unloved, Bai Zhen thought about it with a smile, but then she guessed another possibility.

Maybe this is intentional?

After all, Mr. Mo Yu is not at all slow about feelings, on the contrary, he is more sensitive than anyone else.

Bai Zhende recalled the memory of Hei Zhende and Mo Yu taking a bath in a river.

At that time, it was really a close call, and it almost led to irreversible consequences.

After the three walked out of the tavern, the street was still immersed in joy and celebration.

"As a reward for your kindness, let me send you back with the wind."

Barbatos smiled and took out the harp, playing a gust of breeze, and the emerald green wind turned into a windmill, carrying Mo Yu and Joan of Arc back to Domremy.

Like flying in an open-top airplane, the fierce wind makes it hard to keep your eyes open, let alone speak.

On the way back to Domremy, Joan of Arc didn't say a word, maybe she hasn't recovered from the blow, or maybe it's because the wind is too strong and she will be poured into her stomach as soon as she opens her mouth.

The atmosphere on the windmill was somewhat silent.

So why should I go back with him?

Mo Yu closed his eyes and thought about it. Considering that the girl around him might explode at any time, he wisely kept silent.

The windcar brought the two of them to the fairy tree outside the village, and they dispersed quietly.

The scattered breeze is like a luthier's skillful hand caressing the leaves, making a pleasant rustling sound.

There are a few low clouds floating in the blue sky, struggling to crawl under the urging of the wind, occasionally covering the gentle moon.

As if back in the past, Hei Zhen would come to this tree and be in a daze when he was tangled.

The difference is that before, she was deciding whether to kill her family to prove her determination.Now she is deciding how to face the feelings buried in her heart.

Hei Zhende peeked at Mo Yu from time to time, and found that he was not looking at herself, but looking at the sky, and the pressure was greatly reduced.

"Speaking of which, I seem to have asked you if you need a reason to like someone. You subconsciously answered that you don't need a reason?"

"Ah."

Although he was looking at the sky, Mo Yu nodded his head immediately, obviously he also had a very clear memory of that day.

"But it's not unnecessary, there are always some reasons to like someone, because of his appearance, or his humor, or other reasons for him.

It is impossible for a person to fall in love with someone without a reason. There are always various motives, which may be based on desire or spiritual appeal. "

The rational answer made Joan confused.

She thought about it for a long time, but she couldn't figure out why, and she was very upset.

Seeing her troubled expression, Mo Yu continued:

"In terms of general rationality, most of the love produced by impulsiveness is not a lasting product, and will soon disappear with enthusiasm and desire, so when you encounter a situation where you suddenly like someone, you should think twice, not Reckless action."

That's all the words, he has expressed everything he should express.