Playing with a baby snowman doesn't really take much effort.

After Joan of Arc explained to it very seriously, it can't attack low-level undead on a large scale without starvation, and the baby snowman nodded again and again, very obediently reined in his ability, and even the soul fires that had been made into all kinds of snacks slowly recovered to their original state.

Probably afraid that Joan of Arc would not be pleased, the baby snowman also used his ability to condense the shells made of ice and snow for those soul fires to prevent them from being blown out by the cold wind, although the ice and snow bodies were not as good as the original bodies of the undead creatures, but in any case, this was already the best result.

Seeing this scene, Joan of Arc completely let go of the knot, at least on the surface. She held the baby snowman in her arms and began to play games with it, telling her stories, and mixing in some knightly rules and so on. Unfortunately, the effect is not very ideal, and although the Yeti Baby listens to the story with relish, it is clear that it does not accept the worldview and values that Joan of Arc has transmitted to her.

With Joan of Arc here, it will release the inferior undead creatures it toys with, but only to please new friends, and when Joan of Arc is gone, when the baby snowman is bored again, it will only be a matter of time before it relapses. This is also a normal situation, after all, the mentality of a seventh-level demonic beast is stronger than steel, if you are casually asked to change yourself with a mouthpiece, then there are many people among the human beings who are skillful, and they have already had a seventh-level demonic beast in their hands.

Joan of Arc's stories are super bad, and they are the same garbage stories that taught Amway hundreds of years ago when others were inducted, and the tone is still dry, and there is nothing appealing about it. Especially the story of 'as long as you believe in the Lord, there will be seventy-two big-breasted virgins/macho men in heaven after death, serving you in the garden flowing with honey and milk', Ling Mo was embarrassed to hear it, Miss Headless Horseman, you are dead, where are the seventy-two macho men who serve you? How many have you spoiled?

But at this level, the snowman baby still listened very energetically, and from time to time made surprised expressions in conjunction with Joan of Arc's story, dancing with all his hands. Jeanne d'Arc mistakenly thought that she was really a storyteller, and she became more and more energetic in telling stories, but her life was relatively simple, and as a saint, she had almost always lived within the sect of obedience, and the stock in her stomach was really limited, and she would soon have nothing to say.

Looking at the disappointed eyes of the snowman baby, Joan of Arc was a little ashamed, she thought about it, and suddenly came to inspiration: if there is no story, why don't you just tell the truth?

As a result, all the secrets within the Obedience Sect were shaken clean by her:

The Pope is actually a homosexual, and the chrysanthemum can be stuffed with two sticks;

The cardinal likes to be SM, and his biggest hobby in life is to put on women's clothes and be whipped by the maid;

The presiding judge liked to drink with the embroidered shoes of prostitutes, and said that there was something interesting in it;

The knight of the precepts is a humanoid bulldozer, every day there is no woman who is not happy, and without a woman, his eyes will be as red as charcoal, even the sow will not let go;

Even the secret of her own holy woman was told correctly, revealing that when she stood on the prayer platform and prayed, in front of the group of believers below, the most she wanted to do was to suddenly lift her robe and show them her purple thong underwear......

When Joan of Arc said this, the snowman baby didn't understand it very well, but the craze in the barrage was higher and higher, and countless gentlemen all came out:

From the Pope to the Holy Maiden, from the Bishop to the Knight, all of them are talents!"

"Why are these guys' hobbies so perverted?"

"It is estimated that the bigwigs who obey the sect have enjoyed the glory and wealth of the world, and they have experienced all kinds of normal gameplay, and there is no novelty, so they can only pursue perverted gameplay!"

"This sect is disgusting, isn't it! Miss Joan of Arc probably won't lie, but I still can't believe that someone would drink in a prostitute's shoes, isn't he afraid to drink it into his feet?"

At the same time, he left a message: You don't understand! This is called an elegant hobby! When I heard that this gameplay can only be developed by high-end people, why didn't I think of this trick! Don't say it, pay tribute to my predecessors, I have to hurry up and experience it!"

At the same time, he left a message: I now believe that this headless horseman is a real saint! We both have the same mentality! As a saint, I live a strict life all day long, and it is easy to suffocate myself into an exhibitionist! I have already planned it, and I will take it off when I sacrifice next time!"

"I feel that Joan of Arc, the holy woman, has a lot of resentment against the sect, everyone is dead, and she doesn't forget to discredit the sect all the time!"

"After her propaganda, it is estimated that it will be difficult to recruit people after obeying the sect......"

"This sect also uses human experiments, biochemical modifications, and attacks on anthropologists, and it is completely a cult, heretic, and terrorist!

"It's better to not be able to recruit people! It's easier to destroy!"

"These national affairs should be left to the international anti-terrorist organization! Just watch the excitement of people like us, don't get involved blindly!"

"Haha, you look at the baby snowman, you're already confused!"

"It probably is still thinking about why the pope's chrysanthemum is sticky?!"

"It's still a child, don't defile other people's hearts!"

“......”

Seeing that Joan of Arc was speaking more and more energetically, the image of the whole person collapsed, Ling Mo had to cough twice on the side, interrupting her words, and noticing that Joan of Arc looked at her with some dissatisfaction, Ling Mo asked with some pain:

"Don't you feel a little ashamed when you talk about these things, especially when you talk about being an exhibitionist?"

"No, I don't. Joan of Arc said very indifferently: "I'm dead, my worldview has changed greatly, and I am not ashamed of all the shameful things in my life, just after-dinner conversations." ”

"Well, you win. Ling Mo was speechless for a moment, waved his hand and said, "I have always had a question, Miss Saintess, can you help me answer it?"

"Speak, please. Seeing Ling Mo's serious expression, Joan of Arc's tone also became serious.

"Although few people have heard of the obedience sect now, according to the information I have found, your obedience sect was actually a giant religious organization spanning more than a dozen countries hundreds of years ago, right?" Ling Mo asked with some confusion: "There is such an influential religion in history, ordinary people will more or less hear their names, but why are you obeying the sect so little known? Why do your materials and history seem to have been erased?"

Hearing Ling Mo's question, Joan of Arc, who was gently stroking the head of the baby snowman, suddenly paused, and was silent for a long time before saying lightly: "Back then, in the Qingfeng Plain, the main force that resisted the Golden Fortress was our obedience to the sect. ”

"?!" I didn't expect Joan of Arc to suddenly say such a sentence, and Ling Mo was a little confused for a while.

Joan of Arc sighed and explained, "History records that four formed mage legions were disabled, plus the two mage legions that were wiped out by a single 'atomic annihilation cannon' of the Golden Fortress at the beginning, a total of six mage legions. Among them, there are three legions, all of which are from our obedience sect, I, as a holy woman, and the Pope and the archbishop, each led a legion against the Golden Fortress, and I died in that battle, and then somehow became a headless horseman. ”

“...... This is the first time I've heard of this. Finally digesting this heavy news, Ling Mo smiled reluctantly, but soon he found the loophole and asked: "According to what you say, your obedience to the sect is obviously a great hero who fought against the Golden Fortress and saved the mainland from a larger area of life! After the war, you should be praised by the countries of the mainland and spare no effort in propaganda!"

"Mr. Ling, you don't know how terrifying the Golden Fortress is. At that time, I led the Cultist Army to fight against the Golden Fortress, but it was not a battle at all, it was just a pure slaughter! The 170,000 Cultist Army was wiped out in front of my eyes, and the whole result of the battle was to remove a few screws from the Golden Fortress! After becoming a Headless Horseman, I learned that the Golden Fortress was seriously injured and repulsed, in my opinion, it was just a human who put gold on his face, but in fact, it is estimated that the Golden Fortress achieved its goal and retreated on its own. Speaking of this, Joan of Arc's voice carried a sneer:

"This so-called purpose is actually to destroy the obedience sect! In other words, the Golden Fortress is actually attracted by our obedience sect! You say, under such circumstances, will the countries of the mainland propagate our obedience to the sect?"

“...... No," Ling Mo nodded, "Don't say that you can't publicize it, it's reasonable to kill you all." ”

"From the perspective of the present peaceful times, it is very normal for you to think this way, but people more than 200 years ago did not think so," Joan of Arc waved his hand and said, "The Golden Fortress has caused millions of deaths, and for modern people, although it can shock your heart, it feels more like listening to a distant story, without too deep feelings." But for people of my time, the damage caused by the Golden Fortress was so terrible, that too many people had died, and no one was interested in wielding a butcher's knife at his fellow citizens anymore. ”

"In addition, our sect has spared no effort to fight against the Golden Fortress, in order to make up for the merits, almost all the elite forces have died in battle, and the remaining remnants can't make any big waves. Therefore, the countries participating in the war at that time reached an agreement to let go of those remnants, and at the same time sealed any information of the sect and divided the territory left by the sect, which should be the most normal choice for the people of that era. ”

After listening to Joan of Arc's words, Ling Mo pondered for a long time, and Joan of Arc did not speak. It wasn't until the baby snowman began to get bored, and he pulled Joan of Arc's sleeve with some dissatisfaction, and made a babbling sound, that Ling Mo suddenly woke up, sighed, and said, "Forget it, don't mention these distant things, you better coax this snowman baby first, otherwise neither of us will want to leave." ”

"That's right, the Pope who attracted the Golden Fortress is dead, what's the use of me being angry, can I still find him who has turned to ashes and kill him again?" Chastity was lonely, and no longer mentioned those old things, and began to continue to tell the snowman baby about the position in which the Pope was lying on the table when he was stuck with two sticks.

Ling Mo ignored her, turned his head to look at the Demon Eye Elf, and said with a smile: "Friends in the live broadcast room, just now, the conversation between me and Joan of Arc was just a conversation, and there is no factual basis. ”

At this time, the barrage is a little sparse, and many people are still digesting the information just now, and there are not too many people who have reacted:

"Stories, I really hope this is just a story!"

"This kind of incident with a nose and eyes, which can be verified completely, doesn't sound like a story!"

"Is there a big hand to verify whether what the Headless Horseman said is true?"

"Don't mention it! I went to the archives to check the information of the obedience sect, and the secrecy level is all 'top secret'!"

"In this live broadcast room, I can always learn about the real side of the world, and I feel a little scared, I don't even know whether it's good or bad to understand this!"

"For better or worse, I want to know the truth! I don't want to be kept in the dark like a fool!"

"Teacher Ling's backstage is so tough! I have said this kind of secret, and there is not even a signal interruption!"

"It seems that this live broadcast room is different from Sister Kai's live broadcast room, and the possibility of being blocked is very small!

"It's normal not to seal it! This kind of thing hundreds of years ago, we people think it is very secret, and in the eyes of the high-level government, it is really not necessarily a secret!"

"No matter what, I hope Teacher Ling can go live on the air!"

"Agreed! I've watched this live broadcast, and the other live broadcasts are just rubbish!"

“......”

Just as Ling Mo was smiling and looking at the barrage in his live broadcast room, and was about to interact with the sailors, Joan of Arc suddenly patted him on the shoulder and said a little anxiously: "Mr. Ling! Oh no, we have to run quickly!"

"What's wrong?" Ling Mo looked at the still honest baby snowman, and asked a little puzzled, "Could it be that your story is too bad and annoys the snowman, and it still wants to kill us?"

"What time is it, you're still kidding!" Joan of Arc's voice became more and more anxious, and the three-jumper also resumed the prototype of the black headless horse, she straddled it, stretched out her hand and dragged Ling Mo to the horse's back, and explained in a hurried tone: "I just chatted with the baby snowman and asked him if he could make this snow smaller, and if he agreed, I would tell it another story." ”

"But it told me that the snow wasn't caused by it at all, it was just awakened by the cold of the snow and ran out to play!"