"Joan of Arc, what were you like before I summoned? Well...... whether to stay in a place where God dwells, or to ......"

Sang Zhefeng asked as he walked as he looked at Joan of Arc. Joan of Arc www.biquge.info glanced at Sang Zhefeng, she knew what the last words he was going to say were before.

"It's not roasting on a fire." Joan of Arc smiled slightly and said, "But it's not a very comfortable place either. ”

Joan of Arc's face seemed to show a look of remembrance, and she slowly spoke, "It's probably a kind of 'only knowing that you exist', but you can't control your own place......

"Oh?"

Sang Zhefeng's face couldn't help but show an expression of interest, and said, "That means that there is only your own feelings, not your body, like this?" ”

"Probably ......" Joan of Arc rubbed her temples before saying, "It's not quite like it, it's just a ...... Eh, eh...... I also describe the bad feeling. ”

But immediately Joan of Arc smiled and said, "But since the change, this situation has been much better." ”

"Change?"

"Hmm." Joan of Arc thought for a moment and said, "I don't know what this is all about, but it seems that one day, when I was bored there, the scenery around me changed into beautiful plains and forests in an instant, and my body was able to move smoothly. It's not like before, I can't even move at all. ”

Sang Zhefeng struggled there for a moment, then his eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought for a moment.

He suddenly thought of something, and clapped his hands.

"It's a product of a parallel world, but it's not quite the same. She's also a conceptual body, after all, the so-called parallel world exists in my own generalization, and it's not stable, and whether it exists or not is two words, so it should be similar to those undead. ”

This is the composition principle of the heroic spirit of this world explained by Hai Duyu and Sang Zhefeng at that time, and Sang Zhefeng naturally thought of Hai Duyu's body.

It seems that Twilight Rain, as the creator god, has successfully accepted the original heroic spirits, but she herself doesn't have much feeling, she should have changed the place where the heroic spirits live in a daze, and it has become like this.

But when you think about it this way, it turns out that there is such a thing as a heroic spirit in the world...... I didn't practice enough at that time......

Sang Zhefeng couldn't help but subconsciously scratch his head and think.

"What's wrong?"

Joan of Arc couldn't help but look at Sang Zhefeng curiously and said.

"Nothing, just thinking about something." Sang Zhefeng replied.

"That's ......" Joan of Arc blinked, "but then again, the other Heroes really have different personalities......

She said this, still sighing from time to time.

"Indeed." Sang Zhefeng shrugged his shoulders helplessly, but a faint smile appeared on his face.

Those guys are indeed of all shapes and sizes, some old man in a cloak and some Western European knight in heavy armor. There is a girl who looks like she can be blown away by a gust of wind, and there is a strong woman whose arms are thicker than Sanzhe's waist. There are serious and unsmiling guys, and there are also perverts with flirtatious expressions on their faces, who have been looking at Joan of Arc.

In short, although these guys are described as tall and invincible in the legend, they are also mortal beings when they are in the human world, crying and laughing, having their own consciousness and their own conduct.

Of course, there are not only heroes in the Heroic Spirit, but Sang Zhefeng has also summoned many notorious guys in history - fortunately, these guys are only a little eccentric, and they are still between the relationship between the servant and the master, and they have not violated Sang Zhefeng's orders.

"By the way," Joan of Arc looked at Sang Zhefeng as if he had suddenly remembered something, and said, "After this matter is over, are you going to arrange these heroic spirits like this?" Their temperament is all messy...... Normally, you'd have summoned a dozen of them before. ”

Sang Zhefeng cracked his mouth, smiled, and said, "Don't forget what the sea twilight rain is for—it's not a problem to make you the guardians of this world at all. ”

"yes......"

Joan of Arc nodded, looking abrupt.

Sang Zhefeng smiled helplessly, but immediately his eyes became sharp, he quickly raised his hand, and then a small black shadow flew out from his palm, hitting the direction behind Joan of Arc.

And Joan of Arc immediately took out her flagpole and made a vigilant appearance.

In the distance, the roar of the undead could still be heard, a shocking, terrifying sound that echoed throughout the sky.

"Tsk, looks like she's found this place." Sang Zhefeng slowly retracted his defensive posture, and then sighed a little helplessly: "Let's go...... It seems that the layout of the Heroic Spirit will change the position after that. ”

Joan of Arc also withdrew the weapon in her hand, and then she looked at Sang Zhefeng and asked puzzledly, "Anyway, how can you arrange it?" Why didn't I see the significance of these arrangements at all...... I can understand why you're putting some heavy armor units at the level, but why would you put some flamboyant guys in the open area - those guys are going to paddle. ”

Sang Zhefeng listened to Joan of Arc's words, and couldn't help but show a smile on his face.

"Of course not." Sang Zhefeng knocked his head and said with a smile: "Those guys will definitely kill those undead 'desperately' according to my thoughts." ”

Joan of Arc looked at Sang Zhefeng's smile and couldn't help but shiver subconsciously - Sang Zhefeng's smile like this was simply terrifying.

"Alright, let's go." Sang Zhefeng rolled his eyes and said, "Now that the chess game is not finished, it is not a good thing to stop here." ”

"Got it, got it." Joan of Arc smiled playfully and said.

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"Twilight, let's go in and help Zhefeng."

"Nope."

Outside the city, Heatham looked at Twilight with a pleading face, begging to help Sanzhefeng. But this request was directly refuted by Hai Duyu.

"Philosophical ...... Zhefeng, he's your husband! Don't you worry about him? ”

"I'm worried, but you can't go in."

Twilight Rain's attitude was tough, and Heatham could only look at the battlefield with some blankness.

"Philosophical ......"

She said a little distractedly. (To be continued.) )