This is My Heroic Path

"Very good. Master and sister have always treated me very well." An Zhiyu nodded and said, "Master is very powerful."

"Very powerful?" Joan of Arc repeated.

An Zhiyu thought for a while, and then said: "Because my master has lived for a long time, he has a wide range of knowledge and taught me a lot. Of course, I don't know exactly how long she has lived. She will punish me for asking such a question."

"Then is it okay for you to say this now?" Jeanne asked.

"It's okay for us to talk in private, and Master can't hear it anyway." An Zhiyu continued.

"Is that so?" Joan of Arc muttered to herself thoughtfully.

"You said just now that you have a sister?"

"To be precise, there are two, one is Master's daughter, and the other is the same age as Master..." An Zhiyu thought for a while, "Should be the same age? I don't know very well, anyway, I have lived for a long time. They should be about the same age."

"That's it." Jeanne nodded slightly, and she already had an understanding in her heart.

It seems that he still had a good childhood.

"By the way, Miss Jeanne."

An Zhiyu's voice brought Jeandra back to reality.

"what happened?"

"Can you put me down first...?"

Joan of Arc glanced down at the boy in her arms, and then she realized that she put him on the haystack, and said, "Sorry, I didn't realize it for a while."

"The meaning of this is like saying that I am so light that you don't feel anything." An Zhiyu complained a little speechlessly.

"It's really light." Joan of Arc said while watching An Zhiyu's expression, "You don't seem very happy?"

An Zhiyu nodded and said, "Of course, who would want to be treated lightly by a girl?"

"Is this derogatory?" Joan asked puzzled.

"It might be a compliment for a girl, but I'm a man!" An Zhiyu said, "I have to weigh more than a girl, right?"

Joan of Arc tilted her head, and after thinking for a while, she still didn't understand, and asked strangely, "What kind of strange logic is this?"

"This is a very normal logic." An Zhiyu said, "If I say you are light, I am praising you, but you say I can't do it."

After thinking for a moment, Joan shook her head, "I don't understand."

"Then why don't I try?" An Zhiyu said, "In this way you can understand what I said."

"Eh?" Joan was stunned for a moment, looked at An Zhiyu again, and finally nodded silently. She tied her loose long hair into a braid, and continued:

"You try it."

An Zhiyu stepped forward and hugged Jeanne up.

"How is it?" She looked up at An Zhiyu, and immediately lowered her eyes.

"It's pretty heavy." An Zhiyu said.

"..."

"Are you angry?" An Zhiyu looked tentatively at the girl in his arms.

"No, to be honest, I don't feel anything." Jeanne said flatly.

It should be said that she really deserves to be a saint, but to such an extent, she did not cause any harm at all.

Just when An Zhiyu was about to put down Miss Saintess, she heard her voice.

"Is it time to put me down?"

After a brief hesitation, An Zhiyu finally showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"Now you can realize how ashamed I was just now?"

"Hmm...it's a bit." Jeanne nodded slightly.

Was it so embarrassing to be hugged in this way?she thought to herself.

And just when An Zhiyu was nodding frequently out of satisfaction, his body shivered again for no reason, and immediately felt a chill hit his back.

"Here it is again... What's going on?" An Zhiyu frowned and said to himself.

Where does this coldness that comes from time to time come from? !

An Zhiyu turned his head to look at the small window of the warehouse, but he was thinking in his heart: Don't let me know who it is, or I will definitely teach him a lesson!

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At the same time, in An Zhiyu's room, several people were sitting on chairs looking at the comatose teenager.

The atmosphere is casual, even quite relaxed.

Everyone has a different degree of smile on their faces, just like watching a very funny movie.

There was a faint smile on Skaha's face, and the woman next to her with a crown on her head also showed a charming smile, while Ushaha suppressed her smile. What An Zhiyu just mentioned about her age made her think Laugh but dare not laugh.

Only Arturia sat quietly on the chair with no expression on her face.

It seems that before she got into An Zhiyu's bed last night, An Zhiyu was already with the girl named "Jean of Arc" in her dream.