Song of Blood and Wine

"Stupid!"

This time, it was Michael’s turn to be shocked. After fighting for thousands of years, he had already seen Michael, who was tired of the ugly human nature. The girl in front of me, after hearing his suicide order, has countless kinds of probabilities: escape, sophistry, resistance, withdrawal, trouble, etc., etc., only this kind of drinking without the slightest hesitation, he fundamentally thinks Never thought about it.

Be aware that because the angelic physique is too powerful, the heavenly holy wine that can make angels drunk has to go through thousands of years of precipitation, and the Sun Moon’s Essence can be brewed with something that humans can’t imagine. Pure magic power, and the holy wine with high alcohol concentration matched with it.

So, even if you only drink one drop of it, the magic power in it will make any human body self-destruct to death. Even if the influence of the magic power is avoided, the alcohol in it will also make the human body deeply alcoholic. , In deep hallucinations, organ failure and death.

Therefore, the holy wine given to mankind by the heavens is precisely because mortals cannot drink it, so that they can demonstrate the meaning of the “sacred and inviolable” of the heavenly things.

But! Just now, Jeanne drank the remaining half pot of holy wine in front of Michael. Michael can’t believe that, as a dignified Saintess, Joan does not even know these basic common sense!

But why, she wants to do such an unattainable thing!

Soon, in Michael’s eyes, the beautiful face of Saintess Joan of Arc began to show an unnatural blush, his eyes became blurred, his pupils expanded and contracted continuously, and the magic in his body had already faintly gone. the trend of.

However, even though his vision was completely blurred, Joan still looked at Michael's face, maintaining the gentle smile on his face. The smile was so warm, it seemed that no matter how cold the glacier was, it could be melted by her.

"She should know that her life is going to happen soon, but why can she still laugh? She was treated as an abandoned child for no reason, and lost her life so hastily. Isn't there anything in her heart? Hate? Why don’t you hate me more?"

Michael couldn’t help looking towards Joan, wanting to find even a trace of nostalgia for this world, doubts about faith in her face, Or hatred for him. However, he found nothing.

Her weak smile contains only such tenderness:

This is fine, this is enough,

Please don’t Blame others,

please don’t give up your hope for mankind,

please don’t give up your believers,

They will ask you...

A few seconds later, Saintess Joan kept smiling and fell straight on the seat!

The priceless hip flask slipped from her fingertips, fell on the table, rolled to the center of the hall, and made a violent noise.

"Pu Tong!"

The violent sound attracted everyone's attention. By coincidence, everyone stopped, and even the atmosphere did not dare to breathe!

Time seems to have stalled for a while at that moment!

However, when they discovered that Michael, who was beside Saintess Joan, had no indication of this "accident", they returned to the "normal" half a second ago. Serious and serious, laugh with laughter, relax with relaxation, and pretend to be drunk, as if nothing happened.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Singing and dancing, laughter, cupping... At this time, Michael felt the voices of everyone echoing in this hall Especially harsh and annoying. After Michael deliberately filtered out, the only sound left in his ears was the heartbeat of Jeanne that fell beside him.

The gradually exhausting heartbeat sound has reached the point where it is inaudible, and it may stop at any time!