Green Song: Those Fox Spirits Are Too Shameless, So Annoying! (cont.)

Having said that, she gripped the sunflower in her hand and followed Mo Yi, who had already walked away.

Mo Yi also saw the confusion in the other person's heart. As the kindest person in the world, he also gave the other person a reason and motivation to live positively.

Of course, the other person is indeed very suitable for learning swordsmanship and cooking.

If Lancelot's Noble Phantasm is against the Old Saber, then Kurosaki Shirou's is against Gilgamesh.

Although it's unknown whether the 'Three Kings Summit' will still occur after the plot has changed like this, if it does, Mo Yi will face Lancelot's Old Saber Phantasm with his left hand and Golden Gilgamesh Phantasm, Partner of Justice, with his right.

No matter how much the Old Village Chief boasts, Mo Yi only needs to say, "You got your elbow chopped by a half-baked magician," and he'll be at peace with himself.

If the other party doesn't believe him, Mo Yi will play the live performance of 'Unlimited Blade Works,' and see how they react. Old Village Chief, still dare to say you don't know martial arts... Haven't you ever had your elbow chopped by an ordinary person?!

Having successfully recruited Matou Kariya and his Justice Partner, Mo Yi's mission can be considered a success.

As for acting like a villain during the process, that's all an illusion!

The process isn't important; what matters is that everything Mo Yi did was to create an ending where no one dies! (For the sake of the crystal, none of you Masters can die!)

Can those self-proclaimed upright and Justice Partner individuals actually do it?!

"Mo Yi— "

After walking for a while, Joan of Arc, who had been watching the show, finally couldn't resist and called out to Mo Yi beside her.

Mo Yi: "..."

Okay, I forgot that there's a Joan of Arc by my side, and the other party might not approve of me using this method (deception) to save others.

No, you don't need to say anything—

Mo Yi raised his hand to interrupt and said:

"Mo Yi heart and actions are as clear as a mirror, and all my deeds are righteous!"

How dare a mere village girl like me defy me, who possesses the power of all heroes?

"But I really can't stand it!"

Mo Yi: "..."

"Then you just keep it to yourself and be a mascot responsible for being cute and celebrating!"

Joan of Arc: (▼へ▼メ)

"Waaah—"

Mo Yi: "..."

Acting cute is useless, it's all useless!

Joan of Arc of Arc, who had become the Miss Pufferfish with her puffed-up cheeks, became arrogant and attacked Mo Yi directly when he ignored her.

Mo Yi: "..."

The only lesson humanity has learned from history is that humanity has learned nothing from history!

Just like Joan of Arc of Arc now, she poked her own eyes before and had her fingers injured by the Five Coward Shields, and now she still dares to come?

Hmph

So Mo Yi stood there and didn't move away from Joan of Arc who reached out, so that she would understand what the Wrath of the King Wu Miao was all about, unleashing all kinds of counter-damage abilities!

Then Joan of Arc placed her hand on Mo Yi's head, or more accurately, on the hair that Mo Yi had recently styled with hair gel, and then smoothed it down. However, the hair gel worked quite well, and a few strands of hair kept sticking up.

Then, Joan of Arc turned around. In the past, Mo Yi would not know what she was doing. Then she put her hands in her mouth and breathed heavily to wet her palms. Then, while Mo Yi was still in a daze, she reached out and continued to stroke Mo Yi's head, smoothing out the tuft of hair and turning it back into Mo Yi's usual 'ordinary' hairstyle.

Mo Yi: "..."

"Miss Joan of Arc, can you explain what you're doing?"

Does that mean the liquid you exhale isn't that thing?!

Mo Yi felt a primal force gradually emanating from his body, aimed at Ji Anya Samoyed. He wanted to grab her, so he placed his fists on her temples and began drilling.

"If your answer does not satisfy me, I may do something that will cause you great pain and discomfort, so please answer carefully!"

Joan of Arc: ≡┏|*? 0? 7? 1? 1Д? 1? 1|┛

Sensing that Mo Yi wasn't joking, Joan of Arc stopped her dry skin and muttered tremblingly, "But I still prefer your hairstyle like this, just now..."

Joan of Arc of Arc, who had little formal education, couldn't think of a suitable word to describe her feelings, and lowered her head in grievance.

"I just don't like it; it gives off a too sharp vibe—"

"I hope that at least after the battle is over, you can relax a bit and live the peaceful life you want."

"I'm sorry—"

Mo Yi: "..."

It turns out the other person still remembered what they had said to each other before.

Okay, Mo Yi admitted that the other party's reasoning convinced him. After all, if he could, Mo Yi would prefer a peaceful life to various adventures. Unfortunately, there were always all sorts of reasons that kept him from stopping!

But the way you show concern for others is so clumsy!

I have to say, you, this country bumpkin, are the real deal. I'm convinced!

Mo Yi brushed his hair aside, smoothing it out, and complained irritably, "Tell me next time. Using your saliva to fix someone's hair, can't you be a little more hygienic—"

"When we were fighting, it was normal to go a month without showering, we weren't so particular about that..."

Joan of Arc wanted to continue, but Mo Yi glared at him, and he dared not say anything more.

Mo Yi: She was pretty good before. Although she was a bit silly and cute, she still fit the image of a saint in my mind. How did she become like this now? She's becoming more and more like a country girl! Although she's cuter and more humane than before.

"I'll definitely do it next time!"

Joan of Arc retorted with Mo Yi's perfunctory "I'll do it next time," thinking to herself: What's the big deal? There's no need for such formalities between husband and wife! Well, this is probably just a difference in customs; after all, there wasn't much of a concept of "hygiene" in her time.

"Let's hurry up, we have other things to do tonight."

"Oh--"

Seeing that Mo Yi wasn't really angry, Joan of Arc happily exclaimed, then reverted to her saintly demeanor and followed him up.