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

Mo Yu moved his stiff neck, looked at the clear moon sky reflected in the distant river, and asked softly.

What came was a dead silence like the stagnation of the air.

The girl seemed to be stunned for a long time before she recovered, and then shook her head.

"No...it's nothing, I think that cloud is pretty."

The young man who heard the words hugged his head, but did not raise his head, but replied lightly:

"It's pretty."

Chapter 46 François Prelati

Dongremi Village, today there are a lot more skewers in the village

In Dalk's house, the little boy came to his sister's house with a plate of vegetable soup, bread and bacon, and tapped lightly.

"Sister, it's time to eat~"

"No appetite, don't eat!"

"But you haven't eaten all day."

"I'm fine if I don't eat for three days!"

"Then I'll help you eat, hehe."

Pierre's appetite at this time is far from being solved by a meal for one person. Although he is still a little boy, he has perfectly inherited the consistent good appetite of the Dalk family.

Absorb as much as you eat, don't waste it.

Returning to the main room with the plate, Pierre said frankly, "My sister said she would give it to me."

Isabella, who saw through her son's lying at a glance, squeezed his little round face angrily, and had no choice but to go in person.

After Joan came back that night, she locked herself in the house without saying anything, and never went out even if anyone called her.

Oh, Mr. Mo Yu hasn't called her yet.

As someone who has experienced it, she somewhat understands her daughter's feelings.

The two accidentally faced each other frankly, anyone would be shy, let alone Joan of Arc?

Looks like little Joan needs a little reassurance.

With this in mind, Isabella happily walked into her daughter's room.

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indoor

Is Joan angry now?

It's not too angry, it's more shame and fluke.

Fortunately, she didn't say much at the time. Although she felt that Mo Yu might have realized something, as long as everyone didn't say anything, there would be no embarrassment.

Anyway, it's nice not to have social death.

"Jeanne, can you open the door, I'm worried about you."

Coincidentally, just as she was twisting repeatedly like a maggot in the bed because of shame, the voice of the culprit came from outside the door.

If Isabella hadn't been instilling wrong ideas in her ears, she wouldn't have made a fool of herself.

This is all right, it's really embarrassing.

"Jeanne, if you don't open the door, I'll call Mr. Mo Yu."

"What on earth do you want!"

Joan of Arc's face was still flushed, she hugged the quilt and opened the wooden door, staring at the nosy mother with a tangled expression.

"Isn't this worrying about your feelings?"

The mother walked into the room with a smile, first gave a hug that Joan could not refuse, and then took her hand and sat on the side of the bed.

Then the mother-in-law asked with excitement in her eyes.

"So, what happened to you guys that kept you from leaving the house for a whole day?"

"Nothing happened."

"Really? I don't believe it."

Isabella pursed her lips lightly, examining her daughter with a playful expression.

Joan smiled maliciously: "It's true, and I'll tell you another piece of good news, he has someone he likes."

Isabella chuckled and nodded: "Yes, isn't it you?"

"Not."

The house fell into silence.

After a long time, the mother made a slightly surprised questioning sound.

"Eh? The guard is..."

If she had to get to this point, Joan was really speechless to this naturally dumb mother.

"So it's not what you think, he has someone he likes."

Seeing her daughter hugging the quilt on the bed and burying her face in the quilt, Isabella was speechless for a while, and then asked:

"But you should like him."

"I don't like it at all!"

Joan raised her head abruptly, and complained to her mother: "After all, if you hadn't been misleading me, I wouldn't have made a fool of myself."

"A fool? You confessed yourself?" Isabella covered her mouth in surprise.

"Of course not!"

To be precise, it should be almost free.

After finishing speaking, Joan buried her face in the quilt and said vaguely: "In short, don't mention this matter in the future. I have neither joy nor sorrow in my heart. I just want to forget this matter as soon as possible."

In Isabella's eyes, the loss of her daughter has another meaning.

Probably the confession failed.

Isabella didn't know what to do for a while, so she hugged her injured daughter to comfort her.

As the saying goes, don't marry He Liao, as a parent, it is necessary for her to have a good communication with Mo Yu on marriage matters.

Seeing this, Joan decisively stopped Isabella.

"No, let me talk to him."

"Is there any problem with your words?"

"no problem."

Isabella looked hesitantly at her extremely determined daughter, and after thinking twice, put her hands on her shoulders and encouraged her:

"No matter what, Mom will always be by your side."

Joan of Arc smiled and said nothing more.

It's time for the deed to end.

Isabella watched Joan go out, full of sighs in her heart.

Since her daughter came back from Vaucouleur, she seems to be a different person. She is no longer as naive as before, her personality has become more irritable, and she even no longer believes in the Lord.

At first, she thought that Joan of Arc had suffered some kind of curse that caused her temperament to change drastically, but as she got along with her, she gradually discovered that although her daughter's temperament has changed a lot, her heart has not changed.

Apart from the fact that this arrogance, which is exactly the same as her husband's, is worrying, Isabella is very satisfied with her daughter's change.

"Excuse me, this is Domremy, right?"

An elegant voice of inquiry interrupted Isabella's contemplation.She looked in the direction of the voice, but there was a white-haired man in a noble dress standing at the door.

The young man's bright and lustrous hair was trimmed very neatly, and his appearance was well-proportioned, even if he was called a beautiful boy, it would not be an exaggeration to say that his eyes were somewhat uncomfortable, which was different from Mo Yu's natural affability and stability. There was a sense of gloom and sickness all over the body.

He held a curious-looking leather book in one hand, and put the other behind his back, standing upright.

Isabella asked a little vigilantly: "May I ask if you are..."

"It seems that I seem to have aroused your vigilance, madam?"

The young man asked with a smile, and stepped into the courtyard.

"Actually, I'm a little curious about who set up those fire racks at the entrance of the village. Can you tell me?"

"This is the Lord's punishment for the bandits..."

Isabella glanced at the main room, Pierre was still in the room, I hope he won't come out at this time.

As if hearing some funny joke, the white-haired man bent down and laughed.

"Punishment? It's clearly an ominous fire of revenge, yet it is classified as a miracle. This is a slander to the Lord."

The ear-piercing laughter made Isabella feel uncomfortable all over. Ever since this man appeared out of nowhere, she felt that the atmosphere around her was not right.

The sky darkened at some point.

The ground is filled with black smoke, as if some indescribable curse is spreading from it.

The wind blew over, but only the smell of blood could be smelled.

Isabella suddenly felt that her strength was rapidly disappearing, and her consciousness was constantly being swallowed by the abyss.

Before she fell into a coma, she heard a man's soft voice.

"Oh, forgot to introduce myself, my name is François Prelati and I'm a magician."

Chapter 47 Unexpected situations

The wind under the fairy tree is always very gentle. Close your eyes and feel it quietly, as if the girl's delicate fingers are caressing her face.

The rustling of leaves is like a good night serenade, relaxing people's tense nerves.