"Woo, mother, daughter is leaving, hopefully...... You can hold on! ”

Joan of Arc fell to her knees in pain, and though she said so, she knew it well. When she lost her father at an early age, her mother already had thoughts of life and death. If it weren't for the fact that she still has two daughters to support, she would have ...... long ago! And when her sister was insulted and killed, her mother even harmed herself. Plus now, a few triple hits, even if she is alive, she doesn't know where the target of life is?

"Hey, forget it, I'll help you one last time!"

Joan of Arc was stunned, and Mu Feng suddenly flew up, turning into a huge phantom in midair. When the Phantom first arrived at Grami's village, he was the same, riding a tall black horse, looking down from above. And now, he was still on the black horse, looking down. It's just that the phantom is bigger, wider and more ......

Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Mu Feng was going to do.

"Isabella!"

"Isabella!"

"Who...... Who's calling me? It was so sad that Isabella was covered with tears, and her eyes were blindfolded by tears, and she didn't notice it for a moment.

"Isabella, look at the heavens, it's the Divine Messenger!"

"Your Excellency!"

"Your Excellency, Lord of God, be the master of the Holy Maiden!"

The whole of Gremi fell to their knees.

"Oracle?" Isabella woke up with a bang, wiped her tears vigorously, and looked up to see that it was indeed a divine envoy, "Your Excellency, my daughter...... Wronged! ”

"It doesn't matter, your daughter's mission is over, and she has led you to victory. In the future, she will be your Lady of Liberty. The mission of the Holy Maiden is complete, and she has left with the messenger. The door of the Heavenly Palace is opening for her. You see......"

Mu Feng stretched out his finger, and sure enough, a cloud of golden light suddenly burst out from the clouds. Under the golden light, an object in the shape of a suspicious door was slowly opening. At the same time, Mu Feng secretly picked it up, and Joan of Arc also flew into the air, but it was only blurred.

"Daughter?" Isabella was excited, reached out and grabbed it, and ran forward, but stumbled on her feet and threw herself down.

Joan of Arc was startled by her sudden flight, and when she saw her mother fall down, she suddenly became nervous, and grabbed her hands wildly: "Mother, mother...... Are you okay! ”

"Say goodbye to your mother for the last time!"

"Hmm!" Joan of Arc nodded gratefully at Mu Feng, and then comforted with a smile: "Mother, my daughter is going to leave if she is not filial." In the future, you will be left alone in the world, and my daughter is really relieved. My daughter's wish in life has been fulfilled, and we have won. Mother, I also avenged my father and sister, and you can be relieved that the enemy died in front of me. Mother, I ...... I'm leaving, please...... Try to stay alive! ”

Mu Feng naturally knew it, hid Joan of Arc, cast a phantom, and slowly floated towards the gate of heaven.

"Mother, if there is an afterlife...... I...... Also be your daughter's ......! ”

The figure floated into the gate of heaven, and the sound stopped abruptly, and the golden gate ...... It also slowly closes, and eventually disappears.

"Woo, daughter, woowoo!" Isabella fell to her knees and grabbed the sky, wanting to touch her daughter's face one last time!

However?

"Isabella, don't be sad, don't be sad, Jenny...... She's with the Lord, you...... You should be happy. The old men, who had a good relationship with Isabella, comforted one after another.

"I know, I know, but my tears are, they are...... I don't know if I'm crying or laughing! Isabella wiped her tears over and over again, but when she finished wiping them, the tears flowed out again, and she couldn't stop them at all.

"This is a relic of Joan of Arc, you ...... Keep it for a good life, and it should be a memorial! ”

Mu Feng threw it casually, dropped a small bag, and slowly fell.

Isabella immediately held her hands, waited for the pouch to fall by herself, took it in her hand and opened it to see: "Head...... Hair? ”

In the distance, Joan of Arc suddenly felt a small breeze blowing on his head, and when he reached out and touched it, a strand of hair was missing.

Hair?

If it's a relic, Isabella naturally wants to keep it. When I think about it in the future, I also have a thought. But hair, she has. From childhood to adulthood, every year on her daughter's birthday, she would secretly leave some. This hair is not a rare thing.

Mu Feng could see Isabella's thoughts, and said solemnly: "This is what the saint left behind when she was burned by the fire, you should cherish it for a good life!" ”

What, Agni?

Not only Isabella, but the entire village of Geremi was stupid.

Hair?

It can still be preserved when it burns in the flames, so ...... That's a holy thing!

Isabella cried and hugged her in her arms, and the thought that this hair was left behind when her daughter was burned in the fire, this heart ached!

"Thank you, my lord, I, I will definitely cherish it."

Joan of Arc is a little dumbfounded, this person is too good at nonsense, right? The deceived mother was stunned.

"That, although the saint has retired, her reputation is not good, this is not the case...... This divine envoy is also a little heartbroken! Mu Feng pretended to be distressed, and said viciously, "Hey, because of the identity of this divine envoy, you can't meddle in human affairs, otherwise...... I want those old bastards to look good. Damn bastards! ”

The villagers were stunned, sweating profusely in their hearts...... It's also irritable.

"Isabella!"

"In!"

"Isabella, I give you the opportunity to defend your daughter and clear your name. However, after this incident, the divine envoy will also go back, so there is no time for him to take care of it. No one will help you, and your journey will be difficult. You may not have enough to eat, you may not be well dressed, you may not sleep well, and you may even go to jail for it. Can you ...... Willing? ”

"I ...... I do! Isabella nodded heavily.

"Well, I promise you that within thirty years, the saint can regain her innocence!"

Mu Feng waved his hand, a ray of light sprinkled, the sun had set, Isabella's body seemed to be plated with a layer of golden light, which made people worship.

Joan of Arc couldn't help but cry again, thirty years, and my mother is also seventy, which can be regarded as a long life.

"Thank you, Your Excellency!" Isabella kowtowed respectfully, knocked straight to the ground, and knelt down.

"This god is also gone!"

The wooden wind turned the horse's head and slowly galloped into the distance, and finally disappeared!

……

"What's the matter, my acting is okay, right?" Mu Feng smiled and blinked.

"Acting, is it just acting?" Joan of Arc wiped her tears and froze.

"Naturally not! However, my acting skills come first, how are my acting skills? Mu Feng shook his head and replied!

Acting skills don't come first!

Joan of Arc rolled her eyes: "No! ”

"Ah, how come, I feel like I'm acting pretty well!"

"Not at all!" Joan of Arc snorted, and then hesitated and whispered, "Well, in thirty years, I will really ......?" ”

No one likes to carry a black cauldron on their backs and a bad name!

"Naturally!"

PS: When will it come out, Amitabha, it's the third day.