Ling Mo and Joan of Arc had already ridden away on horseback, and the baby snowman was still jumping in place and waving his hand, pouring out his feelings of farewell.

Although they haven't been together for long, the baby snowman has made Joan of Arc his best friend and is willing to tell him stories, which is something that his mother has never done.

Glancing at the low-level undead creatures around him, the baby snowman wanted to make a few more balls to kill the boredom, but when he thought of Joan of Arc telling him when he was leaving, as long as he could be obedient, not kill innocents with his own desires, and only kill when he needed to, then he would come back to visit him, play with it, and tell him stories, and it would restrain its desires very well, although I don't know how long this restraint would last.

Sleep, anyway, an ice undead like yourself needs little energy to survive, especially when you are dormant for a long time. As soon as he woke up, maybe this kind new friend would be back to him again? With this self-soothing thought, the body of the baby snowman slowly sank into the inner layer of snow, and after a while, he fell into a sweet dreamland.

The other side.

When they set off again, Ling Mo and Joan of Arc no longer had the same calmness as before, running in panic like a lost dog, the horse called 'Xiao Han' was wildly urged by Joan of Arc, the speed was fast, hoofing and galloping on the slippery ice, and from time to time it also soared into the air and jumped into the air, fully demonstrating his superb balance ability.

At this speed, if you want to maintain balance on horseback, you must have a point of borrowing, Joan of Arc has been riding Xiao Han for a long time, and the cooperation between one person and one horse is seamless, like martial arts, full of rhythm, Ling Mo is not so chic. He had just recovered the strength of a senior martial artist, and he had to clamp the horse's belly tightly with his legs in order to ensure that he did not fall, and when Xiao Han's speed was getting faster and faster, he couldn't keep his balance just like this.

This time, the scene of horseback riding is much more romantic, surrounded by snow, tall and sturdy men and charming and enchanting women ride in pairs, snuggling up to each other, bringing up a white smoke and dust in the snow, quite a little red dust as a companion chic feeling, the end is beautiful, if it is not Joan of Arc no head, the romance of this picture can be at least nine points!

The two of them were bent on running for their lives, so that there was no romantic feeling, Joan of Arc even twisted his waist so that Ling Mo could hug himself tighter, but the sailors in the barrage did not have such a strong sense of urgency, and after watching it for a while, they began to think about it:

"I'm rubbing, rubbing, what's going on??"

"Two people and one ride! It's the ultimate evolution of two people and one umbrella!"

"This scene is really romantic! Especially running in the snow, there is no feeling of smoke and dust that usually rides a horse on the grassland, and the romance is a plus!"

"Then shouldn't the next plot be lit with firewood? I think this headless horseman is a little interesting, and he is very active in his words!"

"Water friends 'only like romance in ancient costumes' rewarded the anchor with a glimpse of the aurora! At the same time, he left a message: Hey, I'm familiar with this plot! In order to escape from the enemy, the hero and heroine wandered the world, and on the way to escape, they were secretly in love, secretly wished, and secretly knotted ...... beads"

"God bead womb knot!"

"Let's not talk about whether they have feelings or not, are you sure that undead creatures can have children?"

"Master Ling, I'm not the one who stirs up trouble, you just watch yourself being dug up at the foot of the wall?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm not the one who stirs trouble, I can't bear to be replaced by green!"

"Master Ling, if you don't want to think of a way, this headless horseman named Joan of Arc is about to succeed in ascending to the throne!Ah, Miss Saint is so cute, I like you, wife!"

"The success of the upper position is also what Master Ling deserves! As far as the information I get now, I feel that she is definitely the one who is the irascible old lady! Teacher Ling fell in love with her when her eyes were full of eye feces, right?"

"Upstairs, you actually said such words to sow discord, aren't you afraid that Teacher Ling will remember you?"

"I wonder how long this snow is going to take?"

"Have you noticed that it has snowed so heavily, and the three moons and the stars in the sky are all clearly visible, which means that this snow is definitely not a natural phenomenon! I don't believe that there are no powerful magical beasts!"

"Is what Master Ling said coming true?Will Teacher Ling be unlucky soon, and then encounter an accident?!"

"I still want to practice martial arts! I still want my legs to grow!"

"Golden Fortress...... The news about it that I have obtained in the past few days is really more terrifying than the other!"

"Is it the first day you know about the eighth-level Warcraft Horror?"

"Hey, although it now occupies the most area on the continent, I really don't know when human beings will truly become the masters of the continent!"

"It's early, I guess we won't see it in our lives!"

"The king of the north set the mainland day, and the family sacrifice has not forgotten to tell Naiweng!"

"Pull it down, and become the master of the continent, now there are hundreds of countries on our continent, when will it be unified first, and then make a human alliance and then mention the matter of dominating the continent!"

“......”

After running away in silence for a long time, Ling Mo suddenly asked, "Do you feel that a very evil aura is slowly diffusing from the sky?"

"I just felt a strong aura, and I really didn't feel evil or not. Joan of Arc didn't turn back, and replied while urging her horse: "Then again, even when I was a saint, I couldn't tell what the so-called 'evil' aura was, how did you people judge whether others were evil or not from their breath?"

"Whoever has malice towards me is evil. ”

Ling Mo's answer choked Joan of Arc half to death, and the black qi in her neck spurted twice, which can be regarded as venting the depression in her heart: "Your classification standard is really novel, then according to what you say, those Seraphic Angels in the Elemental Plane, as long as they have malicious intentions towards you and want to attack you, are all evil?"

"Between creatures, there is only a difference in position, where is the real good and evil?" Ling Mo sneered, not wanting to dwell on this issue at all, he turned to say: "Anyway, just now you promised the baby snowman that you would come back to see it in the future, you would really do that?"

"Of course, I am a true knight, and I possess the noble virtue of 'honesty', and the promises I have made will naturally be fulfilled. Joan of Arc's voice was equally sneering, as if she was completely dismissive of Ling Mo's question.

"Really, it seems that I misunderstood you," Ling Mo shrugged indifferently and said, "It's not that I'm psychologically dark, you didn't have an appointment with the snowman baby at all, and it's easy for me to think I'm cheating on it." ”

"This time I went to Dalong County, I can't be sure of my life or death, how can I make an appointment with the snowman baby?" Joan of Arc snorted lightly and said, "I have to remind you, Mr. Ling, among the eight rules of knighthood, the easiest thing to do is honesty, and the most difficult thing to do is honesty, because as long as you have been dishonest, then lying will become a habit, and it will be difficult to turn back." Unfortunately, I am the kind of knight who never tells a lie and always adheres to 'honesty', both in life and after death. ”

"Oh, then tell me, why did the Golden Fortress attack your obedience sect?"

"I feel...... Do you think we knights are fools?" Joan of Arc smiled, "Although I can't lie, it doesn't mean that I will answer any question. ”

"If this question is not easy to answer, then can you tell me why you feel that you may die if you go to Dalong County?" Ling Mo asked again, his voice was full of doubts: "Although I haven't carefully understood Dalong County, I have passed by it before, although it is a somewhat strange place, but the strength of the inhabitants of the demonic beasts in it is not too strong, at least there is no threat to you, a sixth-level demonic beast, right?"

"Did you know that since the appearance of a creature like the Headless Horseman, no Headless Horseman has ever had access to a head? ”

Ling Mo thought about it carefully and nodded, "I really haven't heard anything about this. ”

"There is a legend among us Headless Horsemen that has been passed down from generation to generation," Joan of Arc recounted in a calm voice, "When a Headless Horseman's soul throbs intensely and feels that he is about to find his head, it is the day of his calamity. No matter how smooth the journey to find your head is, no matter how strong your strength is, at the last moment you find your head, you will definitely die inexplicably. ”

"Are you determined that you will die based on this illusory prophecy?" Ling Mo obviously didn't agree with Joan of Arc's opinion, he said, "This is too child's play, isn't it?As far as I know, among the Headless Horsemen, the strength of the top superior is only a seventh-level mid-rank demonic beast, not a very powerful race at all, and your race is just a group of muscle clubs, there are no decent prophets at all, this kind of legend seems more like nonsense in my opinion." ”

"I thought the same as you. You may not believe it, but although I am a saint, I have never believed in God. Joan of Arc smiled bitterly: "But it is a pity that I am now in that strong throbbing, and now that I am getting closer to Dalongshire, the throbbing in my heart is getting stronger and stronger, and at the same time, I also feel a strong premonition of death wrapping around me, getting thicker and thicker, and weighing me down." ”

"You don't have a head, and you still need to catch your breath?"

Ling Mo's ridicule made Joan of Arc a little angry, and she said angrily: "Mr. Ling, you always make such unfashionable jokes, which makes me a little annoyed, if you had a heart rate of seven before, now there are only five points left. ”

"It's better for you not to be tempted by me, it's safer. ”

"What?" Joan of Arc asked with some confusion, but seeing that Ling Mo didn't answer, she didn't mean to delve into it, after sighing, Joan of Arc said: "Mr. Ling, when Dalong County appears in sight, you can leave, I'm not joking with the premonition of death in front, if you follow me, you will definitely encounter something bad." ”

"Of course I'm leaving. Ling Mo said as a matter of course: "In fact, if there wasn't something lurking in this snowfield, I would have loved to leave now, don't forget, you are as dangerous to me as those unknown creatures." ”

"It's a little sad for me to say that. Although Joan of Arc said this, judging from her tone, it was obvious that she didn't take it seriously, just when she was about to tease Ling Mo again, suddenly, the headless steed under the seat suddenly neighed, and a particularly abrupt stop, almost throwing Ling Mo and Joan of Arc off their backs.

"What's wrong?" Joan of Arc finally stabilized his body, hurriedly jumped off the horse, hugged the neck of the headless war horse, and softly soothed him, but this time, her appeasement had no effect at all, Xiao Han trembled, all four hooves were throwing irritablely, the huge horse body shook gently, it was not clear whether it was excitement or fear, and in the neck cavity without a horse's head, black smoke came out three feet high!

Soon, Joan of Arc and Ling Mo knew the source of the headless warhorse's unease.

In the distance in the wind and snow, an identical four-hoofed creature stood silently. Because its aura blended with the surrounding wind and snow so perfectly, even though it was so close, Ling Mo and Joan of Arc couldn't spot it!

This is a deer, at least in appearance, much larger and stronger than a normal deer. The general deer gives people the feeling of lightness, the neck is thin and long, and the upper and lower lines of the body are smooth, especially the anterior abdomen position under the neck, which is very close to the standard streamline. This deer was completely different, with a short, thick neck, not much like a cow, with knotted muscles and muscles that protruded outward, holding up the entire epidermis. The front hooves are slightly longer than the hind hooves, giving them an explosive sense of power, as if the whole deer will shoot out like a cannonball with a single kick!

There are two most striking points about it, one is the double horns on its forehead, which are coiled and curved, like coral, to the point of forking, and if you count carefully, there are thirty-six branches! The ends of the forks are very sharp, reflecting a cold color under the reflection of the moonlight and snowlight; the second is its nose, which is obviously all ordinary brownish yellow, but the tip of the nose is very conspicuously red! At first glance, it is reminiscent of the decadent uncle's drunken nose, that big rosacea, at least eight points like a god!

This strange deer looked at Ling Mo and Joan of Arc quietly in the wind and snow for a while, suddenly looked panicked, and then turned around to leave, the moment it turned around, Joan of Arc clearly saw that on its back, the baby snowman covered in whip marks was lying on it, already unconscious, life and death unknown!

As if the ghost was a god, Joan of Arc shouted out to the other party:

"Wait!"

At the same time, Ling Mo's gloomy voice also sounded:

"Are you going to run away when you see me? Rudolph, come back to me!"