My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

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Drink it all in one gulp.

Even Shuo Yue was stunned for a moment. He looked at Jeanne d'Arc, whose face was full of words like Complain me how good I am. He always felt that this French saint was like a Samoyed with her tongue hanging out. She looked very beautiful, but in fact she was stupid. cute.

Joan of Arc, this is tea.

Well, what's wrong?

Looking at the bewildered Saint, Shuo Yue sighed and briefly introduced him to the traditional way of drinking tea. As the introduction progressed, Jeanne's face gradually turned as intense as dusk, and her eyes were shy and timid. , almost dripping with water.

Hug, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!

Jumping up from her seat in a hurry, Jeanne covered her face with her hands and walked around the room, not daring to look directly at Shuo Yue. After the radiator was turned on at full power, she finally regained some of her senses, just in time to see that the piano lid was open.

Out of curiosity, and also because she was shy to talk to Shuo Yue, she put her fingers on the keys.

The piano made a sweet sound, and Jeanne was even more excited after receiving the feedback. She put her hands up with enthusiasm like a child, testing the tone of each key, and didn't even notice Shuo Yue quietly coming behind her.

Are you interested in the piano, Jeanne?

Boom! ! !

The sound of different keys hitting Shuo Yue was confused, and Jeanne turned her head around in panic. Just as she was about to explain, she recalled her embarrassment when drinking tea, opened her mouth, and immediately gave up on herself.

Woooo, yes, I don't even know how to play the piano, please feel free to make fun of me!

She was originally a rural girl who was born and raised in the countryside. She carried a flag and went to the front line to beat people at the age of thirteen. After catching her enemy Kuku and beating them for seven years, she was accidentally killed by the FFF regiment. Her situation was really miserable.

——In this, there really is no chance for Joan of Arc to cultivate her sentiments and play the role of an artistic girl.

Shuo Yue had no idea why the girl acted so aggrieved and had tears in her eyes. He moved his fingers slightly, resisting the desire to pinch Jeanne's face, then pulled up the piano stool and sat down.

Her fingers wandered over the black and white keys, compiling a nice melody. The sweet melody flowed in the room, holding back the two bags of tears that Joan held in her mouth. She stood next to the piano, feeling the sound of the strings and the chest cavity. Resonance, watching Shuo Yue's movements intently, eyes full of little stars.

Wow……

For her who was tired of fighting and shouting at people, such a peaceful and beautiful voice was really precious.

“It’s incredible how you can make sounds like this…When you see it, you want to play it.”

Yeah.

Jeanne squinted her eyes happily, completely immersed in the atmosphere of the music, and when her emotions accumulated to a certain level, her throat moved slightly.

Before she could speak, 'Revelation' gave a warning.

There's someone behind you!

Turning her head as if she was electrocuted, in the same place, there was long emerald green hair hanging down and two animal ears growing out. The beautiful huntress squinted her eyes and looked at Jeanne with hostility in her eyes.

stare……

‘Atalanta’s’ favorability towards ‘Joan of Arc’ dropped by 99 points.

unknown reason.

After much thought, Ta Miao decided to blame Jeanne herself.

After completing her daily hunting, Atalanta followed the sound of the piano and came here - that was a few minutes ago.

Within a few minutes, she witnessed the saint's soft, persistent, and broken behavior, which directly shattered her cognition.

That judge who was brave and awe-inspiring on the battlefield, and almost risked his life to protect the world, turned out to be this kind of person in ordinary life!

For Atalanta, a huntress who grew up alone without her parents, this sense of dependence must be unforgivable, right?

She does not allow the girl to reveal her weakness to anyone, because Atalanta has understood since she was a child that tears and pleas cannot buy anything. If you want to get the rights you deserve, shoot them down with your own bow and arrows.

...It is simply unimaginable that I would become like this. This is a betrayal of everything I experienced as a child.

Being stared at by Atalanta like she was looking at trash, Joan of Arc raised her hand weakly: Excuse me...did I do something wrong?

Atalanta had an unknown fire in her heart, but since Joan took the initiative to jump up and block the muzzle of the gun, she simply fired her bow:

As a judge, how can you do this?

I, what's wrong with me?

You showed weakness, dependence, and no dignity at all in front of your servants... Moreover, you also showed intimacy with Shuo Yue and Black's servants!

Ta Miao didn't realize that she had exposed her true words. At this time, she was still outputting:

How can we believe in you, how can we believe in the fairness of the Holy Grail War? Not only that, but what about your dignity as a hero? Does it mean that you can do nothing if you lose your male gender...

It can only be said that she is worthy of being a huntress. Every arrow she fired hit Miss Jeanne d'Arc's vitals. Before Jeanne d'Arc was about to be defeated, Shuo Yue quietly stood up, came behind Ta Miao, and began to move her hands up and down.

Listen, even if um... us women... um, we shouldn't, we should... um, um, like that...

Looking at Ta Miao who had a look of enjoyment on her face and even her words became intermittent, Jeanne's expression gradually became brighter. She looked at Atalanta who was lying like a cat and sitting on the sofa, providing Shuo Yue, who provides free knee pillow service, has a resentful look in her eyes.

Excuse me, Miss Hong Fang, how do you feel now?

Very, comfortable, um...

After letting out a comfortable moan, Atalanta's eyes straightened, as if she had turned into a pool of liquid, and she slumped limply on Shuo Yue's thigh, motionless.

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Chapter 495 Qin and Song

After her cat attributes were satisfied, her sense of shame once again took over the high ground. So, without even a moment mourning her lapse, Atalanta ran away, presumably not daring to meet this couple for a long time. Yi

Shuo Yue tilted his head. Although he understood why Atalanta ran away, he didn't understand her reason for doing so.

Aren't you just teasing the cat when you have nothing to do? Even if my friends come to visit, I have never seen a cat that I keep at home that I don’t want to touch?

——Sakuyue, who completely raised Atalanta like a cat, thought this way.

As for Joan of Arc, she interpreted Atalanta's awkward behavior as completely different emotions. She believed that she had exposed Ta Miao's abominable behavior of cheating, touching, and hugging, and had won back the victory. She was in a state of satisfaction.

However, Ta Miao's appearance also gave Joan of Arc a sense of crisis. She looked at Shuo Yue and proactively said:

Shuoyue, there is a song, I wonder if you can play it?

Looking at Shuo Yue expectantly, Joan of Arc named the music that was passed down by word of mouth during the time she lived.

It is worth mentioning that there was no piano in the fifteenth century. There was only an instrument called the fortepiano, which originated from Italy. The timbre of this fortepiano was not ideal, with a small volume and a single timbre. Until the tenth century, In the eighth century, the German Christopher Lee improved it and the prototype of the modern piano was born.

Thanks to his abundant knowledge of music theory in his previous life, Shuo Yue also had some understanding of the songs spoken by Joan of Arc, but he just showed a slightly helpless expression, spread his hands and said:

You also know that the history of this instrument does not border on the era you live in, so...

I understand. Joan of Arc sighed with some disappointment, but at this moment, Shuo Yue changed the topic:

Of course, if you can sing the tune a cappella, I can play it, right?

Really? The girl was startled and looked at the young man with some suspicion. She always felt that the curve of the corner of his mouth was like a bad smile, You don't want to trick me into singing to you, do you?

In this case, I will put it another way. Shuo Yue was unmoved and just said calmly:

Dear Miss Joan of Arc, would you like to sing a song for me?

What's wrong? The young man tilted his head in confusion and looked at the girl with serious eyes.

Joan of Arc, on the other hand, was holding her red cheeks in her hands, looking away, her amethyst-like eyes wandering around, telling her master's panicked affection.

Too, too serious... How can this be so embarrassing...

Really, but now I just want to hear you sing?

Yet, you still bully me!

The romantic comedy between the two did not fall into the eyes of others, but someone hidden deep in the assassin's soul almost went crazy laughing.

Compared with Arturia, who suppresses her inner emotions and has no understanding of men and women, although Joan of Arc has never experienced love, in romantic France, even a country girl will long for something like the story in the picture book. Describing sweet love, right?

Shuo Yue, who appears as a job agency, is quite straightforward in character, but he has also inherited the super high dual intelligence of the original body - obviously, such a man can always cause confusion to his female partner during the ambiguous period of love. A fatal blow, the effect is outstanding.

Not to mention that the target is a French girl who has just begun to fall in love.

If...if Shuo Yue also sings together, I can...

Really, but you have to let me hear it again, right?

Yes, yes.

In this way, Joan of Arc was easily bypassed. She cleared her throat, tentatively uttered a few syllables, and began to sing.

It was a simple ballad that was circulated in the army at Christmas time. At that time, Gilles de Rey encouraged everyone and put her on a makeshift stage after having only listened to the song a few times, causing her to fall out of the sea. Mutually.

Unconvinced, she practiced secretly, and finally mastered the song in her free time. Just when she was holding back her breath and planning to impress everyone, the increasingly fierce war caused them to miss Christmas the following year.

In the third year, she was captured and could only sing this song quietly in prison.

In the end, without even having time to see the Christmas tree, she embraced the flames on the cross and turned into a white dove soaring in the sky.

The memory slowly fades and merges into the melodious singing like flowing water, so time favors it and engraves the past wind and moon in the dusk.

The sound of the piano sounded, blending harmoniously into Joan of Arc's singing. At first it was just a simple tune, but when Shuo Yue finally raised her left hand and started the formal performance, the battlefield where Joan of Arc once walked, the smoke, the singing and the Hope unfolds slowly like a scroll.

Jeanne's eyes widened in disbelief, and she couldn't help but become a little crazy as the sound of the piano echoed.

Joan of Arc involuntarily clasped her hands together, her singing voice was like the sound of nature, and her soul transcended the barriers of time and talked with the old people in the dark.

Worry, concern, blessing... Joan heard the words and expectations of her comrades. Just when she was about to answer, a beautiful male voice rang out, and the hummed melody turned into a young man in black robe walking into the illusion, standing side by side with Joan. .

As her fingertips hit the keys, Shuo Yue closed her eyes and sang loudly. It was like a big and generous hand holding a soft little hand, like the slender necks of swans intertwining, and like the Christmas lights wrapping around the swirling flowers. Snowflakes... Gradually, his singing and the girl's singing merged into one. The memory was far away, but the singing was farther than the distance.

Not far away, Atalanta looked at the two people who had only their outlines left. Her animal ears drooped, she snorted softly, turned and left with strong steps, and passed by the android girl with silver hair and red eyes.

Zig, who was full of thoughts, did not notice Atalanta's face. When she walked to the door of the room, she heard the sound of piano and singing.

Slowing down her movements, Zieg slowly opened the door. The dusk of sunset rushed in, dyeing her eyes a gorgeous golden red.

Wow……

Unable to help himself, he made a slight inhaling sound, and what caught Siege's eyes was a picture that told all the good things.

The black robe is swaying, and the young man is sitting upright by the piano, playing the piano, with a smile on his lips; while the blond saint is putting her hands on the piano, well-behaved and cute, humming a clear melody in her mouth, looking at her eyes affectionately Lovers never leave for a moment.

It is a wonderful sight that can heal even pain, war and suffering.

At the end of the song, Joan's face was red, and she took small steps to the corner and squatted down, while Shuo Yue closed the piano cover and looked at Qie Ge at the door, with a little smile still on her face.

Come in, Sieg, what do you want from me?