radiothebook Chapter 187 When There Is Only One Room Left In The Hotel
Chapter 187 When There Is Only One Room Left In The Hotel
Little Sun expressed his gratitude to Jiang Feng for his understanding, and left the scene with a few big jumps. I have to say that the golden three targets have their own personalities and do not follow the usual path.
Gold was full of disappointment, but he immediately came up with a brilliant idea, "Dear Ruler and this...Mr. Bodyguard, please come and stay at our Thousand Worlds Tree's site temporarily!
"No, it's against fairness to live in one of the sides as the adjudicator. Please go back, master of the black side." Joan of Arc rejected Gold with righteous words, and the sonorous and forceful voice made the latter unable to resist thoughts.
Jiang Feng watched the situation in front of him silently without saying a word, and waved to Fei Ge who was behind him as a farewell, and the latter also nodded his head in return.
The two in black left, and the road fell into silence.
Jiang Feng took a look at Jeanne and spoke first, "What should I do now? Well, you don't want me out of your sight, but you seem to have no money?"
"What?! No! There should be some in the suitcase!" Joan of Arc was a little flustered. At this moment, she turned back to the stupid goose before, as if the noble saint had never existed
"Oh, Ms. Ruler's wallet is really strong. It was unscathed by Surya's son. It's really amazing, but where is it now? Is it invisible?"
"Gee...why is this..."
Joan of Arc was crying, unable to refute at all. Seeing this, Jiang Feng grinned and said in a timely manner, "Jeanna, don't worry, I still have some money with me, but this place is too far from the town, we can't go there before dawn."
"Then what should I do?" Joan asked softly, in just one afternoon, she was already used to Jiang Feng.
"Hey, I can turn into a white dragon, and I can fly pretty fast. It's no problem to get close to the nearby villages, but I need you to show me the way."
Jiang Feng smiled slightly, and drove Joan to the goal he had already decided. The inner world of the two parallel worlds is different, but the outer world is the same. He has already detected the surrounding environment!
The bright moon was in the sky, the sky was cloudless, and the giant dragon was flying in the night sky with the stars. Such a spectacle deeply shocked Joan of Arc.
Joan of Arc is not the witch of the dragon, she is just a girl who leads soldiers to fight, she is inspired by the God of the Bible, leads a large army to fight, then is betrayed, and finally burnt at the stake, how can there be time to appreciate the great rivers and mountains.
The same is true for Letitia. A few days ago, she was just a female high school student in a church school, and her life was just a three-point line in the cafeteria of the dormitory teaching building. Such a magnificent adventure would never appear in her dreams.
"How is it? Jeanne, have you calmed down?"
"Well," Jeanne nodded, "Thank you for your help, Mr. Jiang, you... are easier to get along with than the myths and legends."
"Yes, there are a thousand Hamlets in the hearts of a thousand people. Before you know it, the original appearance of the story has changed beyond recognition. Are you not interested in your own story?"
"Huh?" Joan was a little surprised, not just Jiang Feng's words, but also Leticia's reminder just now, this female high school student is a native Frenchman.
Girls in the romantic city always have endless girlish feelings.
"What are you talking about! Leticia, Mr. Jiang just met me, how could he have that kind of thought..."
"Why not! And you obviously have a crush on it, and it's not like saintesses can't get married. This is the white dragon in mythology! Go after it!"
Jiang Feng was not aware of the conversation between the two, but he clearly sensed that Joan's heart was disturbed.
"Jeanna, Jeanne! What's wrong?" Jiang Feng pretended to be worried, he would not be detected by the revelation, and Joan of Arc would not be able to notice his strangeness.
"Ah, nothing!"
Joan quickly shook her head, and then mustered up the courage to ask, "Then, what will I be like in the future?"
"What? That's ever-changing..."
Jiang Feng smiled. Joan of Arc is a symbol of the spirit of France. People from different periods, classes, and regions have different evaluations of her.
Some people think she is an angel, some people think she is a wise general, some people think she is just a mental patient, and some even call her a devil, such as Shakespeare.
The accumulation of countless worlds made Jiang Feng very good at telling stories, and Joan of Arc was obsessed with it without knowing it. Only then did the pure saint know that there are so many absurd changes in history.
She listened carefully, and after Jiang Feng stopped, she was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "Then, Mr. Jiang, what do you think of me? Please don't get me wrong, I have no other meaning!"
……ask for flowers…
"Well, in my heart you are you. Compared with other people, other gods, and imposed names, I am more interested in that shepherdess from the small town of Dalk, which is yourself, Jeanne.
Is this a confession? This is a confession! In the space of consciousness, Leticia's eyes are shining, her face is flushed, she substitutes herself into Joan of Arc, excitedly dreaming about Jiang Feng's love.
Even the name of the third child has been thought of.
As a dependent body, Leticia's heart will also affect Joan of Arc. At this moment, the saint is more romantic and less dogmatic, and there is also a little inexplicable emotion in her heart
"That...Mr. Jiang, I, I don't understand what you mean, can you please say more?"
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When she said this, Joan blushed, and unconsciously, her and Leticia's influence fell into a positive cycle.
She was just a little curious about Jiang Feng, and so was Leticia, but Jiang Feng's heroic fighting posture deeply attracted Leticia and gave her a special feeling.
Beautiful women love heroes, that's all.
Her love made Joan's heart flustered, and this in turn affected herself, and the turbulent emotions couldn't be contained at once.
Jiang Feng smiled slightly, "Oh? Well, it's actually very simple. There are more than a thousand Joan of Arc in a thousand people's hearts, but there is only one shepherdess Jeanne in my heart."
Well, there's also a general, Jeanne, and that's not a lie.
"Yes, is it? Then..."
"Oh! We've arrived, let's go down first. Jiang Feng folded his wings and came to the hotel in the dark.
He naturally took the catkin and walked into the hotel.
The cashier aunt at the door looked up, her eyes immediately changed, and she said regretfully, "Oh, you two, we are the only hotel in this town, but there is only one guest room left.
Do you two want to live?"
"This..." Jiang Feng feigned hesitation and glanced at Jeanne.
Sure enough, the saint was a little hotheaded and didn't speak immediately, giving Jiang Feng an opportunity!
"Then sleep in this room first, please, boss."
"No trouble, no trouble, hehehe, I wish you a pleasant journey." The aunt's face was full of aunt smiles, and she loved to see this.