This is My Heroic Path

But Joan of Arc did not move, but stared at An Zhiyu with eyes full of admiration.

"Miss Jeanne?"

"It's amazing." Joan said sincerely.

An Zhiyu was taken aback, "What?"

Joan of Arc said with great emotion: "Facing the attack of the giant dragon, you can still be so indifferent, without releasing the slightest killing intent, and giving the enemy a chance to leave on his own while leaving behind. Such a coexistence of kindness and strength, He really deserves to be a divinely inspired person sent by the Lord himself."

An Zhiyu: "???"

Chapter 255 Because I wanted to sleep, I had to kill them

In the dark cave, only the firelight illuminates the damp and dark environment. An Zhiyu sat on the ground, leaning his head against the wall behind him, listening to Joan's explanation silently.

"That's it. According to the Lord's revelation, you are the one I am looking for."

"Or it's a dragon, a white dragon." Joan raised her eyes to look at An Zhiyu with an extremely serious expression.

Seeing An Zhiyu's drowsy look, Joan of Arc couldn't help but frowned, "Did you hear what I said?"

Could it be that what she just saw was an illusion?

Looking at him like this, he doesn't look like a person inspired by God... Jeanne looked at the drowsy young man, her soft black hair seemed to have a warm luster under the firelight, and the few hairs on her forehead were slightly longer. Her hair fell over her closed eyelids.

Judging from An Zhiyu's current appearance, it looks quite immature.

Moreover, to sleep so heartlessly and drowsily in such a place, it proves that he is not mature enough inside.

"White Dragon?" Joan raised her hand and patted An Zhiyu's shoulder lightly, but An Zhiyu didn't respond at all.

He was so sleepy.

You know, it's the middle of the night, and An Zhiyu doesn't know why he still feels sleepy in his dreams, but in short, he feels sleepy now, so sleepy that he can hardly open his eyes, he just said in a daze, "Go on, I'm listen."

"I don't think you're listening to me at all." Joan of Arc frowned because of dissatisfaction, "How can this country be saved like this—"

She froze suddenly, and looked at An Zhiyu again.

In the dimness, the light of the fire seemed to render An Zhiyu's whole body extremely sacred.

It turned out to be the case.

There was a faint smile of sudden realization on Jeanne's face.

Should it be said that he really deserves to be a man of divine revelation sent by the Lord?It looks like she is sleeping, but in fact this is a test for her. There is no doubt that Bailong is testing her patience and trust issues.

Sure enough, this is the White Dragon, the White Dragon who can save this country!

That's right, think about it too.

Why does Bailong believe that she is the saint?Why should you believe what she said?

Now she has no evidence to prove her identity at all, Bailong is just waiting for an evidence, waiting for her to confess on her own initiative and explain all the ins and outs of the matter clearly.

"I'm sorry, it was my question just now. I will explain why I came here, as well as some of the facts I have concealed from you before. I swear to the Lord, there is no lie in what I will say next."

Joan raised her hand and made a gesture of swearing, with a solemn look on her delicate cheek.

Then, she began to talk about her experience and the reason why she came to An Zhiyu on purpose.

While speaking, Joan of Arc observed An Zhiyu's appearance at the same time. At the moment, he looked like he had fallen into a deep sleep, as if he didn't care about the things around him at all, and he looked quite young on the outside.

but--

He is a white dragon, and a dragon is a creature that can live a long time.

How can such an existence be judged from its appearance?

There is no doubt that this is a monster that has lived for a long, long time!

"Mr. Bailong, I know you don't trust me now, but I think as long as we leave here and arrive in Orleans, you will know that there is nothing false about what I said. There is really a woman who is very similar to me. Destroy this country, I need your help to save this country."

Joan of Arc held An Zhiyu's hands, half-kneeling and leaned forward a little bit, a pair of blue pupils were bright and transparent, staring at An Zhiyu, the armor just covered Joan of Arc's tight breasts. Strict and solid, but it has a strange beauty.

Frankly speaking, Joan of Arc was still a little uneasy. Although she had said so much, after all, it was very likely that the other party would not believe her, because she had no evidence to prove her identity, and even if she proved Even Bailong might not help her.

If there is no Bailong, he can only rely on his own strength to save the country.

But it is too slim to think of success in this way.

"Mr. Bailong..." Jeanne shouted again.

An Zhiyu woke up from the dazed sleepiness just now, pulled himself together, and looked at the girl in front of him.

"It doesn't look like a dream..." An Zhiyu murmured to himself.

Although I don't know the reason, but now he will appear in this place as long as he falls asleep. There is no doubt about it. Maybe someone made a mess, maybe it was the god in his body. In short, it is basically certain now This is not a dream.

Because, at this moment, An Zhiyu could clearly feel the coldness coming from the other's tender palm.

"Mr. Bailong, how are you thinking?" Jeanne asked tentatively.

"Call me An Zhiyu, or Xiaoyu is also fine." An Zhiyu said.

The title of Mr. Bailong always makes people feel weird.

"I see, Mr. Bailong." Jeanne nodded.