The blue eyes opened, and the countless people in front of the screen fell.

It is incomparably clear, as if these eyes have never been cloudy, revealing a mesmerizing clear sky-like color, which makes people can't help but fall in love with it. The eyes are transparent and bright, like a clear spring, and like watery grapes, and every time you look at it, the degree of love deepens.

It should be that she hasn't opened her eyes for a long time, and she hasn't adapted to this colorful world, and when she first opened it, there was a slight confusion in her eyes, like the moon hidden in the flowing clouds. Gradually came back to his senses and realized that he could really open his eyes to see the world again, his eyes instantly widened, bright as stars, and he smiled excitedly at himself, his eyes were bent like a crescent moon, as if the spirit rhyme also overflowed. Between a smile and a smile, the holy look naturally revealed, and people had to marvel at her elegant and delicate light.

As soon as these eyes opened, it was like the finishing touch in a mythical story, and the whole face became extremely vivid, and if the appearance of the eyes was originally eighty points when the eyes were closed, at this time, with these clear sky-like eyes, it could reach the level of ninety-nine points!

I don't know how many people are looking at the screen stupidly, staring at those indescribable eyes, as if they have lost their souls, little by little, unconsciously and unconsciously moving their faces closer and closer to the screen, getting closer and closer, as if everything between heaven and earth has disappeared, and only this pair of autumn eyes remains, attracting their souls and making their souls almost sucked out of their bodies! But who cares? It is simply a supreme honor to be able to put their souls into these eyes......

Suddenly, the eyes on the screen closed.

At the same time, Joan of Arc's extremely embarrassed voice rang out:

"What the hell is this Santa Claus?? Why is the whole head made of wood, only eyes or my original eyes?"

Countless people in front of the screen instantly woke up and found that their whole person had been pasted on the screen! While breathing a sigh of relief, they couldn't help but feel shocked, it was terrible! It was terrible! What kind of secret did those eyes contain, and they could let themselves fall to this point!

"Is this the head of Miss Joan of Arc?! Pretty is too much!"

"Dream girl! True dream girl! From today onwards, I will only dream of Miss Joan of Arc!"

"It's a pity!

"That's right, young lady, open your eyes again, I want to look at it for a while!"

At the same time, he left a message: Miss Joan of Arc, I love you!

"Ding! Sailor 'Love is wide open at the stall' was banned for forty-eight hours!"

"I feel like this is completely out of the category of 'pretty', right?"

"That's right! The feeling of being attracted to the soul and scurrying around in the shell is not normal at all! It's like being hit by some kind of spiritual magic!"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's true! It's like being seduced! Miss Joan of Arc shouldn't have chosen the wrong major, she should have been a succubus, right?"

"A bunch of neurotics! I can't tell you if I have poor concentration, what kind of mental spells are still effective across the screen?"

", right! If the charm technique is effective across the screen, then if a few succubi start a live broadcast, the entire continent will fall quickly?"

"I've been on several succubi, and that kind of temptation didn't have any effect on me at all, but when I saw those eyes just now, I still couldn't help but lie on the screen!"

"Worship the big guy! I actually went to the succubus!"

"It's definitely not a charm technique, but it's definitely not ordinary beauty! There are definitely other special reasons, is there a big hand who knows?"

"The water friend 'Beastmaster Bodo Ivanovich' rewarded the anchor with a thundercloud storm! At the same time, he left a message: I'm sure it's not because it's beautiful! I'm an orc, and my aesthetics are very different from humans in some aspects, Joan of Arc's face seems ugly to me, but when her eyes opened, I was still attracted!"

"Call the barrage god! hurry up and come out with a barrage god to explain!"

“......”

Of course, Ling Mo noticed the commotion in the barrage, but he was a little difficult to empathize, from his point of view, Joan of Arc's face was 'relatively good-looking', and his eyes were only 'quite beautiful', which didn't make his heart beat more than a beat, let alone the feeling of being attracted. However, he was still very clear in his heart about the gap between his physique and ordinary people, frowned, and said to Joan of Arc:

"Anyway, it's better for you to close your eyes, your eyes seem to be a little evil. ”

"I know!" replied Joan of Arc angrily, this time her voice no longer coming from the black air, but from the small rosy lips of the head she held in her hands. Without the eerie feeling that necromantic creatures generally have, it has become more ethereal, more holy, and even when it is angry, it still gives people a particularly nice feeling.

Joan of Arc closed her eyes tightly and complained, "When I was alive, I was forbidden by the Pope to open my eyes when there were people, and I have always relied on the magic of the 'True Eye' to maintain a normal life. When I got this head just now, I thought I could open my eyes casually, and I was a little excited, but I didn't expect this Santa Claus to be a god pit! The whole head is a replica of wood, but these eyes are still the pair of eyes on my original head!"

"So, you have successfully matched this head?" Ling Mo stared at Joan of Arc's head for a while, and asked with some confusion, "Then why don't you put your head around your neck, is it more comfortable to hold it in your hand?"

"If only I could be safe, I'd have good morning, who would like to hold their head all the time?"

Joan of Arc said a little depressed: "Don't look at me talking quite normally now, but in fact, the only thing on this head that has successfully fused with my body is these eyes, through which I can 'use' other functions on this head, such as talking, listening to voices, and so on." But it's only usable, and the head still doesn't 'belong' to me. ”

Ling Mo listened for a long time, and finally understood what Joan of Arc meant, and he concluded: "In other words, this head is like a speaker to you?

"That's right," Joan of Arc showed a smile on her face, the corners of her mouth curled up, although it was not as thrilling as when she opened her eyes, but it was also very sultry, she raised her head high, and her whole body turned around happily several times: "Ha, thank you Santa Claus, I like this Christmas gift so much...... It's not good, it's dizzy, it's dizzy!"

Before she finished speaking, Joan of Arc fell into the snow in embarrassment, but she hugged her head tightly and didn't let her throw it out, facing Ling Mo's indifferent eyes, Joan of Arc's face was covered with redness, and whispered to justify:

"Mr. Ling, don't look at me like that, I haven't had a head for more than two hundred years, and suddenly I have, so your performance may not be better than mine, right......?"

"It's okay, no need to explain, I can understand. I have an apprentice who is mentally retarded, and you are just a trivial thing. Ling Mo replied, and then asked: "Now that you have this head, your life can be regarded as complete, right? If you don't find the original head, you definitely don't need to go to Dalong County, right? Then the two of us can get together and disperse, how about disbanding here? I think it's okay, just say goodbye, go slowly, don't send it!"

After speaking, Ling Mo simply turned around neatly, and was about to run away, but in a hurry, Joan of Arc grabbed his arm and said urgently: "Mr. Ling, don't get me wrong, where did I say I wouldn't look for my own head?"

"There's a head that can be used improvised, didn't you say that the Headless Horseman will die once he finds his head?" Ling Mo reluctantly stopped, turned around and persuaded, "How good is it now? It's just perfect if it's a head and it's not life-threatening, isn't it?"

"Of course not!" exclaimed Joan of Arc, "rather, with this head, I desire my head even more! I have not seen color for more than two hundred years, and when I first opened my eyes, I suddenly felt like I wanted to burst into tears." I thought I was used to being a necromantic creature and felt like I was used to a world made up of cold energy bodies, but when I had 'feelings' again, I suddenly ......"

Speaking of this, Joan of Arc suddenly noticed that the hand she grabbed Ling Mo's arm, after the fierce battle before, especially the sword swing and smashing, the gloves on her hand had already been torn, revealing her white little hand, at this time, her hand was tightly held on Ling Mo's bare arm without any intervals!

She screamed, spread her palms, took a few steps back, and desperately bent down and bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm not good! I didn't notice, I'm really sorry!"

Ling Mo looked at her puzzled: "Why do you want to apologize?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really not intention......al! Huh?" Joan of Arc, who was desperately apologizing, suddenly paused, the eyes of the human head in his hand opened suddenly, and the sky blue eyes stared at Ling Mo fixedly, his eyes were full of incredulity!

She cautiously asked, "That, Mr. Ling, Mr. Ling, you, are you okay?!"

"What can I do?" Ling Mo frowned, looked at the place where he had been held, touched it with his hand again, and asked after making sure that there was nothing abnormal, "What's wrong?"

"No, no," Joan of Arc shook her head frantically, and the gesture of her head in her hand was a bit funny, but she didn't notice it, and spoke cautiously again, asking:

"Aren't you in love with me now?"

Ling Mo's face was full of shock: "No, why do you think I'm going to fall in love with you?"

Joan of Arc: "......"

The scene was very awkward for a while.

Seeing Ling Mo's reaction, Joan of Arc's fair little face instantly turned red, like a boiled prawn, she was so embarrassed at this time, she had no face to see anyone, and she couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground and throw her head in! But in addition to the embarrassment, her eyes were amazingly bright! Forcibly enduring the embarrassment, Joan of Arc asked urgently again:

"Mr. Ling, do you really have any special feelings for me now? For example, you suddenly think that I am so beautiful, you want to care about me, love me, possess me, and make me a cow and a horse without asking for anything in return?"

"......" Ling Mo was speechless for a long time, looked Joan of Arc up and down for a while, and then said, "Miss Joan of Arc, I suddenly feel that you are particularly narcissistic, if this is also a special feeling......

"Great!"

Before Ling Mo finished speaking, she was interrupted by Joan of Arc's shouts, she rushed to Ling Mo's side with an arrow, both hands stretched out, holding Ling Mo's hand tightly, even her new head couldn't take care of it, let that head fall to the ground and roll around, she with an extremely excited look, her headless body jumped around Ling Mo, constantly venting, and her mouth kept repeating ...... muttering: "Great! Great, great, great, great"

Ling Mo shook off Joan of Arc's hand, threw her to the ground, frowned and asked, "What are you crazy about?"

Joan of Arc was knocked to the ground, without any displeasure, quickly got up, picked up the head in the snow and held it in her arms, took a deep breath several times, and finally calmed down her emotions, she looked at Ling Mo with burning eyes, with a trace of residual excitement, and said: "Mr. Ling! I'm sorry for being so excited all of a sudden, but I'm so excited! I touched your body, but you didn't fall in love with me! This is the first time in my life that I have met a human male who doesn't fall in love with me after touching me almost three hundred years after my death!"

"Oh...... I remember," Ling Mo rubbed his eyebrows: "When we first met, you told me that I would fall in love with you as long as I touched your body. I meant it as a joke, but judging by your performance, it seems to be true?"

"That's right, that's right!" Zhende said excitedly: "Mr. Ling, can you understand my despair? Leave it alone the men I admire and like, as long as I accidentally touch them, they will become like that kind of male dog in heat! He looked at me with an extremely fanatical look, as if he regarded me as a goddess, and they would do whatever I asked them to do, and in order to please me, I could trample on all my dignity! After a long time of contact, I even obeyed the order to commit suicide! Everything became boring in an instant, not to mention, and it seriously affected other people's lives, and the guilt of ruining other people's lives almost drove me crazy!"

"Now I don't have the slightest doubt about the fact that you are a saint......" Ling Mo looked at Joan of Arc's extremely sad expression, pulled the corners of his mouth, and showed a look that didn't know whether to cry or laugh: "I didn't realize any despair, but I think that this ability is refreshing! When I came here back then, if I had this ability, I would have become a winner in life! How could I jump ...... with the chickens and dogs that are being chased and killed now?"

Unable to get resonance from Ling Mo, Joan of Arc was slightly blinded, but she quickly came back to her senses, pounced again, clenched Ling Mo's big hand, and pleaded with a flushed face:

"Mr. Ling, please, when I find my head, will you fall in love with me?"