This is My Heroic Path

She glanced at the empty room suspiciously, and couldn't help but look at Merlin and asked, "Where did they all go?"

"They're all out, and they seem to be looking for some props for interrogation." Merlin showed a very bright smile on his face, "Frankly speaking, I almost want to beat him up."

"why?"

"...I'm not a lolicon!"

Chapter 261 Come out, King Arthur!

"who are you?"

Jill's eyes fell on An Zhiyu's body, and there was a look of wariness in his eyes.

"Calm down, Jill, he's not an enemy," Joan explained, "he's a man sent by the Lord to help me."

"Master...?" Jill repeated, his eyes changed, and for a moment, there was unconcealable anger in his eyes.

"If there really is a Lord in the world, how can he watch his loyal followers suffer and even be burned at the stake?!"

Joan of Arc was silent for a moment before slowly saying: "Everything has its reason."

"This kind of thing is not reasonable at all." There was hatred in Jill's eyes, and there was deep sadness in that hatred, "I and France are sorry for you, sorry, I know that this can't atone for my sins ,but--"

An Zhiyu silently looked at Joan of Arc who fell into silence, and interrupted Jill's words: "Let's talk about these things after the end, anyway, we have to leave here first."

"Marshal Jill, you should know what the most important thing is right now?" An Zhiyu continued, "This is also Joan's wish."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the exit of the dungeon.

Jill's voice faltered, and he turned to look at Joan of Arc. A smile appeared on the girl's face, "Jill, he's right, there are more important things to do now... Can I ask you something? ?”

"Ah, I know what to do, please leave it to me." Jill sighed, "Anyway, even if I don't agree, you will definitely stop that black saint, Joan of Arc."

"Please, Jill," said Joan.

"I will come over to meet you as soon as possible, please be careful before that." When Jill said this, he glanced at An Zhiyu again, his eyes full of guard.

Although he was a little uneasy, since An Zhiyu followed Joan to the dungeon to rescue him, it must be the friend.Even so, one has to be careful.

An Zhiyu waited in front of the dungeon for a while, looked at Joan who had walked out of the dungeon and asked, "What should we do now? Go directly to the cathedral?"

Joan of Arc still seemed to have not recovered, and Jill's words just now reminded her of what happened before.

"Jeanne?" An Zhiyu called out again.

Only then did Joan come to her senses, and immediately nodded, "The sooner you stop Black Joan, the safer you will be."

An Zhiyu looked at Jeanne strangely, thought for a while, squatted down, turned around and said, "Come on, I'll carry you on my back."

Jeanne froze for a moment, and asked inexplicably, "Why?"

"I'll take you there sooner. Could it be that you are going to run to the cathedral?" An Zhiyu said, "There is still a long distance from the cathedral over there, and you will probably consume a lot of energy when you run there .”

Joan of Arc hesitated, then glanced at An Zhiyu again, "But..."

"It's not the first time I carry you, hurry up, don't waste time." An Zhiyu said.

"You used to be a white dragon...it's completely different now." Very rare, Miss Saintess blushed slightly.

"Hurry up, the Lord said, it is shameful to waste time." An Zhiyu said again.

"..." Joan was obviously a little confused by An Zhiyu's words, so she stepped forward with small steps, her soft body pressed against An Zhiyu's back, and her hands wrapped around his neck.

"Okay, let's go." Jeanne's voice was obviously much softer.

An Zhiyu walked a few steps forward with the girl behind her on her back, and finally Joan couldn't help asking, "Why don't you become a dragon?"

"Bailong and I are two different individuals, so I can't become a white dragon." An Zhiyu said solemnly, feeling the soft squeeze of the girl's back.

"Is that so...?" Joan whispered in confusion.

"Of course."

Almost at that instant, the thin boy turned into a white dragon, soared into the sky with Joan's scream.

Boom!

Joan of Arc slammed the very iron-headed white dragon, facing the gust of wind, said loudly with a very dissatisfied voice: "You really are deliberately playing tricks on me!"

Obviously, An Zhiyu could turn into a dragon from the very beginning, but he didn't do it right away, for no other reason than to scare her.

"Of course it was on purpose!" Bai Long replied proudly, almost akimbo proudly.

"It really is a bad-hearted guy." Joan puffed her mouth slightly, hugging Bailong's neck with both hands, and said in a low voice, "Next time I will definitely come back with revenge."

"If it can be done." An Zhiyu glanced at the girl sitting on the dragon's back, and grinned.

I don't know why, but An Zhiyu just thought it was fun to tease Joan of Arc like this. He felt very happy when he saw Miss Saintess angry. Maybe it was because he was "bullied" all the time when he was in Britain and the Kingdom of Shadows. Because I held it in for too long.

Of course, if An Zhiyu knew that there were a group of people in his room waiting for him to wake up, he probably wouldn't be smiling so happily.

"But you should relax a little bit now?" An Zhiyu said suddenly, "It's not necessarily a good thing to be too nervous, and you don't have to think about it too much. After all, it's already history, isn't it?"

The current Joan of Arc is a follower, and her burning at the stake is already a history. Even thinking about these things now makes no sense, it is obvious.

Jeanne froze for a moment, and soon a bright smile appeared on her face, "Thank you."

Obviously, An Zhiyu only thought of using that method to relax her when she saw that Joan was absent-minded just now.