The giant sword in Joan of Arc's hand, starting from the hilt, was completely enveloped by an inky black gas, this black gas was too abundant, and it actually formed a liquid-like viscosity on the sword body, looking from a distance, as if the boiling black magma was jumping!

Joan of Arc's blow burst out with a strong brilliance in Ling Mo's eyes!

Without him, just because of this blow, the combat skills contained in it are too subtle!

It seems to be a simple jump, swing the sword, and slash, but whether it is the timing of the launch, or the angle of the sword blade, it is so wonderful that it does not leave any dead ends! It can be said that at this moment, no matter what choice the snowman baby makes, it is impossible to avoid this fateful slash!

Bang!

The black giant sword undoubtedly smashed into the body of the baby snowman, and it was extremely simple to split the body of the baby snowman in half, and the stunned expression of the baby snowman was fixed on his face. Not only that, but the huge black sword body pierced directly through the body of the baby snowman and smashed to the ground, and the thick snow was smashed into the sky, flying straight into the air dozens of meters in the air!

With the giant sword as the center, a radius of more than ten meters was smashed out of a vacuum area without snow, and the black magma was constantly jumping in it, one after another, constantly washing the remnants of the baby snowman, further destroying it! When Joan of Arc stood up from the ground and picked up the greatsword, the snowman's body had shattered into ice slag, the blue sweater had been torn to pieces, the glass beads of the eyes and the blue plastic bucket on his head were full of cracks, and the desolate cover of the ice slag, even the red carrot nose was broken in two!

With such a powerful blow, Joan of Arc naturally didn't feel very comfortable, she was holding the giant sword, barely supporting her body from falling, and the black gas in her neck was obviously much faster, as if a normal person was gasping violently. Then, her beautiful voice sounded again, without any joy at destroying the enemy, only a deep despair:

"Nine times. ”

Joan of Arc was desperate to the extreme, no one knew better than her, her just one move was shattered, and the body of the baby snowman was actually constantly destroyed, and then constantly reborn! In less than two seconds, the opponent's body was destroyed by herself nine times, but she didn't know how many times this terrible enemy could be reborn!

Its ridiculous, shoddy snowman body is very easy to destroy for itself, but as long as there is snow around, its body will continue to reorganize!

That's all!

Straighten your waist as fast as possible, quickly turn around a few times, and glance around the snow, and soon find that the baby snowman who was reborn not far away is still the same ridiculous shape as the original, the blue plastic bucket on the head is still the same style, and even the nose made of carrots is exactly the same as the original! It was still wandering in the snow, picking up all kinds of snacks and stuffing them into its mouth, listening to the screams of the necromantic creature before it died, as if nothing had happened, as if Joan of Arc's blow was just an illusion!

How can this be?

Joan of Arc let out a wry smile, just like Mr. Ling said, this is really a battle like looking for death, he has used all his strength, and used the move to press the bottom of the box, but the other party is unscathed, he didn't even take his attack seriously, and he is still eating in Youzai! The only difference is that the other party's snow-heaped body seems to be slightly lighter in color, and Joan of Arc can't even be sure if this is his own delusion!

The gap is so big that it is desperate, I have heard countless times that there is a gap between the sixth-level demonic beast and the seventh-level demonic beast, although it is not as huge as the gap between the seventh-level demonic beast and the eighth-level demonic beast, but it is also completely different, nominally only one level away, but the difference in strength is even farther away than the gap between the first-level demonic beast and the sixth-level demonic beast!

But so what? Didn't you know before you went up that the winning rate of this battle was not even 10%?

Joan of Arc reined in all her discouragement, lifted the giant sword, and once again launched a charge at the baby snowman, without any accident, the huge blade stabbed deeply into the belly of the baby snowman, and then the black gas exploded outward, blowing the reborn baby snowman into pieces again!

In less than five seconds, a snow nest appeared again in the snow, and the snow droplets quickly gathered, and in a few breaths, the ridiculous shape of the baby snowman appeared in front of Joan of Arc again!

This time is a little different, though.

After the baby snowman was reborn, he didn't eat his snacks directly, but looked down at his stomach with some confusion, and then raised his head and looked at Joan of Arc who was holding a giant sword on the side, and his cartoonish head was crooked, as if he was thinking, and his eyes were full of doubts.

After a long while, it suddenly dawned on him, as if he remembered something, and looked at Joan of Arc's eyes with excitement, and the two little short legs ran to a short distance, picking and choosing among the large number of snacks, taking out the best large spicy strips in his arms, and running back quickly, and came up to Joan of Arc with his farts upside down, raised the spicy strips above his head, raised his face full of excitement, and babbled in his mouth, as if to say:

Guys, see you again!

Are you here to play with me?

I'm going to invite you to eat spicy strips!

Looking at the sincere face of the snowman baby, the black gas on Joan of Arc's neck paused, although she had no stomach, the bag of spicy strips still made her feel a strong feeling of nausea, and her hand waved violently, knocking the bag of spicy strips away!

The snowman baby looked at the spicy noodles that were knocked out suspiciously, tilted his head again, thought about it, ran to the distance and picked up a pack of crispy noodles, came to Joan of Arc, and carefully handed it over!

Syllable!

Not surprisingly, the noodles were also knocked off. The baby snowman ran away again, picked up a large handful of various snacks, returned to Joan of Arc, and handed her the same thing, with a look of hope on his face. Every time it was beaten by Joan of Arc, its face darkened, like a child being bullied. But it is quite tenacious, even if it has been rejected countless times, it is still not discouraged, and its big eyes blink and blink, and it hands her beloved food to Joan of Arc again and again, that poor little appearance, as if to say:

Guy, what do you like?

What the hell is it that you are willing to be friends with me?

Its expression was very serious, and its face was slightly anxious, but it was not impatient, as if it was just commonplace to be rejected over and over again, even if Joan of Arc knocked the food in its hand, fell it to the ground, stepped on it twice, and stepped on it to a sloppy scale, it could only make the corners of its mouth twitch slightly, making its hand hand out the food more cringe, and making the flattering look on its face more humble. Across the screen, countless sailors in the live broadcast room clearly understood the meaning conveyed by the snowman baby:

Please, will you be friends with me?

"Seeing this scene, I don't know why, I suddenly sniffed as a big man!"

"It's pitiful, it's really pitiful!"

"In order to make a friend, I simply threw my dignity into the dirt and let others trample on it, this snowman baby lives so humblely!"

"I used to grit my teeth with hatred for this baby snowman! Now somehow, I think it's so pitiful!"

"Teacher Ling said before that this snowman is a collection of those children's evil thoughts, and now I finally believe it! This snowman is exactly the same as when I was a child! Ha! Thinking about it this way, it is estimated that the formation of this snowman will have my contribution!"

"I was the same when I was a child! I moved to integrate into the new small group, and stole my parents' money to buy food for my friends, but they robbed all the money!"

"Play hide and seek, trick me into the trash can, and then they go to play by themselves! I hid in the trash can until I was hungry, my mother took me out and I refused to go out, I had to ask my friends to come to me, and my mother cried at that time!"

"I thought I was the only one in the world! When I was a child, I was pushed into the dung pit by those friends in order to make friends!"

"Malegobi, have you ever played with a lost handkerchief? When it was my turn to perform, they insisted that I jerk off in the middle of a circle of people! What's more, I jerked off, and they actually went to sue the teacher and then isolated me!!"

"Haha! So, this snowman actually represents us unlucky guys!"

"It's so much kinder all of a sudden! I can't wait to hug this snowman and kiss it!"

"Kill, kill, kill, kill and eat all those bastards!!"

"Hiss~~~! A large number of stories popped up all of a sudden!"

"Thanks to the age limit in this live broadcast room, if there are too many students, I don't know what will happen!"

At the same time, he left a message: When I saw this snowman, I suddenly felt like I was back when I was a child! I was very happy to watch the live broadcast, but now I am in no mood!"

At the same time, he left a message: Don't kill this snowman, let it live well, okay?!"

"Let the baby snowman live! it's poor enough!"

“......”

Thousands of barrages of how they were bullied since childhood and how they couldn't make friends were sent out in the live broadcast room, and for a while, I don't know how many people who watched the live broadcast felt the same way for this snowman baby. It seems that with the blessing of these thoughts, the baby snowman died ten times, and the originally somewhat lightened body was solidified again, even more condensed than the original!

The message in the barrage, the headless horseman Joan of Arc naturally didn't know, she only knew that the strength of this terrible enemy in front of her had inexplicably risen by a point! At this time, she was very close to the snowman baby, and from the perspective of her soul, each of those various foods was wrapped around a wisp of constantly wailing souls, these souls were extremely painful, they no longer wanted to live, and the content of the wails was all -

Kill me!

Kill me!

Kill me!!

Affected by these twisted resentments, Joan of Arc was even more painful, and when she saw the baby snowman once again handing her a bag of potato chips, she finally couldn't bear it, and the giant sword in her hand flashed, and she cut off the arm of the baby snowman who handed the food!

Snowflakes are furious!

The baby snowman was in pain, and its little round arms fell to the ground, bounced off the ice, and rolled under Joan of Arc's feet. This scene made the snowman baby's eyes suddenly brighten, it didn't know what it had misunderstood, with the only remaining hand, it pulled out its carrot nose with a brush, held it in its arms and rubbed it reluctantly for a while, ruthlessly, with a slightly trembling hand, the carrot nose was handed to Joan of Arc!

Its face was full of reluctance, and the movement of handing the carrot was extremely slow, but the big eyes that looked at Joan of Arc were full of hope, and it looked very funny and laughed without this nose and a large dimple in its face. But Joan of Arc couldn't laugh at all, the giant sword that was originally raised too high couldn't be cleaved, the desire to fight in his heart completely faded, and with a choking, the giant sword slipped from his hand and smashed to the ground. Then she half-crouched down, stretched out her hands to hug the baby snowman, and cried loudly!

The baby snowman was a little overwhelmed, stiff, let the headless horseman hug him, his little heart was a little unable to understand the current situation, the little friend hugged himself, should accept his own meaning? But she cried so loudly, is there something sad? Are you hungry? Where does it hurt? Mom, can you teach the baby, what should I do now to keep my new friends?

Joan of Arc cried for a short time, and within a few seconds, she controlled her emotions, holding the baby snowman who didn't dare to move in her arms, she turned around, 'looked' at Ling Mo not far away, and asked a little blankly, "Why is this happening?"

"Probably, from its soul perspective, you look a lot like some of its lost friends before, right?" Ling Mo was silent for a moment, and then said, "The worldview of your ghosts is inherently difficult to understand, let alone a fantasy creature like a snowman. ”

"It's obviously blaspheming life, venting its desires unscrupulously, why can't I make up my mind, why can't I bear to destroy it?"

"A child's behavior is pure, whether it is to vent his desires or to make friends, it is all from the heart, but its power is so strong that the consequences of these actions are magnified. Ling Mo paused, and then said, "There is no contradiction between these behaviors, just like you, don't you follow the precepts of knights while cutting off people's heads?"

Joan of Arc was silent and turned to face the baby snowman again.

Seeing that she didn't answer it for a long time, the snowman baby in her arms took advantage of Joan of Arc's inattention, and secretly put her carrot nose back, seeing Joan of Arc turn around, it was a little frightened, and quickly stretched out its little hand to half-cover its face, looking cute to cover its ears and steal the bell. Seeing this scene, Joan of Arc let out a low sigh, and her originally upright body was a little rickety, and asked in a low voice:

"What should I do now?"

"Play with it for a while, even if it's just to watch it play for a while. ”