You are my wife, don't doubt it!

After all, this is a fight, not a horse race.

Let her go as fast as she wants, it would be best if she were killed by the tip of my gun.

Xiao Yao thought that the forward trajectory of a motorcycle was actually a little more rigid than that of a horse.

In particular, the direction the bike is going is controlled by the rider, and Xiao Yao is confident that he should be able to see clearly the movement of the handlebars.

Therefore, the spear is also easier to pierce.

and many more……

I……

I don't have a spear.

Xiao Yao only had a long sword in his hand, which didn't seem so long when he was sitting on the horse.

Another disadvantage of the long sword is that it cannot penetrate armor, but Joan is only wearing a leather coat and has no shield - say thank you Joan quickly.

It would be best if the spear appeared out of thin air in your hand at the moment before the two sides met, that would be fairer.

Of course, thinking about peaches cannot be used as a basis for formulating strategies.

One of my calves is seriously injured and I cannot sit upright on the horse.

Xiao Yao tried hard to recall the descriptions of the knight novels he had read.

In this situation, even if he could stab Joan, he might fly backwards due to the interaction of forces and then fall heavily to the ground.

In short, it's not much different from jumping off a motorcycle at high speed.

Maybe I should just let go of the sword after stabbing the person.

The horse started to run for a rare time, with the wind blowing under its hooves, and it no longer looked sickly.

Xiao Yao had already seen it when it took the initiative to save Shen Jie just now.

This guy is totally playing the pig to eat the tiger.

This was Xiao Yao's first time riding a horse, and he had no idea how to command the horse.

The reins were just a decoration, and it was rare for the horse to communicate with him.

Or maybe, he and Don Quixote are in tune with each other, and it is the old Don who is riding the horse.

Therefore, at the moment of intersection, he should be able to trust Lao Tang's judgment and let his muscle memory take effect.

Rocinante's speed was getting faster and faster, and within a few seconds Joan went from being a small black dot in the distance to being right in front of him.

Xiao Yao took a deep breath and gripped the hilt of the sword tighter.

Joan appeared on his left side, holding the handle in her right hand and swinging the whip high in her left hand.

Xiao Yao knew that the front of her car could emit nuclear thermal energy, which would be very disadvantageous to her.

He thought Joan would not use it because it was not very honorable, but if she really believed that villains had honor and pinned her life on it, she would be a little crazy.

Xiao Yao wanted to cut to Joan's left side, but he felt that there was a 50% chance that both he and his horse would be killed.

That would be a great humiliation.

What if I switch the shield between my left and right hands? No, I can't use a sword with my left hand... It's too risky.

But in this situation, the sword in the right hand can hardly stab the enemy on the left.

Xiao Yao was a little panicked.

An emotion called fear began to grow in my heart.

This is not a turn-based game, there is no way for him to press the space bar to pause and then think slowly.

He instinctively bent down and put himself against Rocinante's neck.

Xiao Yao and Qiong An's figures intertwined.

Joan didn't hit him or belch nuclear heat energy or anything.

Her whip hit Xiao Yao accurately.

Not only that, the whip was wrapped around his stomach three or four times.

Xiao Yao lightly stood up from the ground - no, he stood up from the horse.

It flew across the sky at high speed.

My mind began to play like a movie, reviewing these 16 years of wonderful life scene by scene.

Countless moments of joy, sadness, touching, painful, warm and regretful.

He saw the half shield that he swung out with his left hand spun back and cut Joan's neck.

Perhaps it was because the broken surface of the shield was a little sharp, or perhaps it was because Joan's high speed added powerful kinetic energy to the shield.

Her neck seemed to be cut cleanly by a sharp samurai sword.

The girl's beautiful face flew into the air hidden by the mask, with a look of disbelief on the corners of her mouth.

On the headless body, blood was gushing out from the large artery at the broken neck like a small fountain.

The whip in Joan's hand slipped out, so Xiao Yao did not crash into the rocks on the rockery as she had planned, but fell onto a relatively soft sand.

The girl released her right hand that was holding the accelerator, and frantically scratched at the broken neck with both hands, like a suffocating person, or as if saying "Where is my head?"

Xiao Yao and Qiong An's heads fell to the ground at the same time. The boy's helmet broke into three or four pieces. The violent impact made him feel no pain before his eyes went black and he passed out.

The lesson of this story is that young people should not become "will-o'-the-wisp" just because they think it's cool, and they should wear helmets whether riding a motorcycle or a horse.

……

……

……

When he woke up again, the boy found himself lying in the girl's soft arms.

This feeling was somewhat familiar, as if he was lying in his mother's arms. It also reminded him of the time when he went to Huinan University Town and fainted on the bus. When he woke up, he found himself lying in Shen Jie's arms.

What a nostalgic time, Xiao Yao thought.

However, unlike that time, Xiao Yao felt that the chest above his head was... a little flat.

The boy raised his head and saw Yu Luying's face.

Shen Jie sat next to Yu Luying, leaning back and forth, wrapped in Xiao Yao's white cloak, breathing heavily, and holding hands with Yu Luying.

It was still pitch black all around - was it because the shadow time had not ended yet, or had I been unconscious for so long that it had become dark?

Xiao Yao was confused for only a few seconds before he figured out the situation.

Shadow time is still going on.

"Are you awake?" Yu Luying said, "Sister, Brother Xiao Yao is awake."

"That's good, that's good." Shen Jie's voice was very weak. She hesitated and gently touched Xiao Yao's head.

Then, Xiao Yao, Yu Luying and Shen Jie all turned their attention to the headless girl in front of Our Lady of Mount Holyoke.

"Zombies?" Xiao Yao said, "Can't they die completely like this?"

The headless girl was still wearing Joan's leather jacket, and it was easy to tell who she was.

At this moment, she was kneeling on the ground, holding a plate in her left hand, with a human head on it.

When Xiao Yao saw the appearance of the head clearly, he was horrified. He quickly turned his head to look at Shen Jie, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's scary, isn't it?" Yu Luying didn't notice Xiao Yao's little move: "Seeing your own head being served on a plate."

His own head? Xiao Yao felt confused.

"Is that my head you see?" Xiao Yao asked cautiously.

"Whose head is it if it's not yours?" Yu Luying asked in confusion, "Sister, am I dazzled?"

"No," Shen Jie replied weakly, "It's Xiao Yao's, for sure."

Yu Luying asked Xiao Yao: "Could it be that you saw someone else? Who did you see?"

Xiao Yao evaded the question vaguely: "No, no, it's just me - so what are we doing sitting here now?"

"This... is... Sha..." Shen Jie burst into a violent coughing fit and coughed up blood again.

"Shen Jie, are you okay?" Xiao Yao was shocked and asked a nonsense question.

Nonsense, of course something happened.

"Sister, let me tell you," Yu Luying took over the conversation. She seemed to have only injured her leg, so compared to Shen Jie, she was in good spirits: "This should be her true spiritual fortress, and also her final incarnation - Salome."

"Salome?" Xiao Yao's head was still in great pain: "I seem to have heard this name somewhere."

Yu Luying said: "At that time, when Herod the tetrarch heard the fame of Iesu, he said to his servants, "This is John the Baptist, who was raised from the dead. For this reason, all these miraculous powers are working in him." For Herod had arrested John and put him in prison because of Herodias, the wife of his brother Philip, because John had said to him, "You shall not have this woman!" Herod wanted to kill him, but he was afraid of the crowd because they all regarded John as a prophet. On Herod's birthday, the daughter of Herodias danced at the banquet and pleased Herod. For this reason, Herod swore to give her whatever she asked. Instigated by her mother, she said, "Please give me John's head on a platter right here! "The king was deeply troubled, but because of his vows and those who sat at the table with him, he ordered that it be given to her. So he sent and beheaded John in the prison. He brought his head on a platter and gave it to the girl, who took it to her mother. Then John's disciples came and took the body and buried it, then went and reported it to Iesu."

"Eh, it's raised by a cousin." Xiao Yao commented: "Let me guess, this girl's name is Salome."

"It seems that her name is not recorded in the Bible," Yu Luying continued to take on the responsibility of Boss's background commentary: "But people say that her name is Salome."

"I remember now," Xiao Yao said, "I seem to have heard somewhere that she was a very famous evil witch, the originator of witches, or the great witch or something. I don't know anything about that either."

"In the 18s, Oscar Wilde adapted this story into a play," Yu Luying continued. "In the play, Salome was rejected by John when she proposed to him, so she angrily asked King Herod to behead him. Then she took John's head in her hands and kissed it, and possessed John in this bloody way."

"Ha!" Xiao Yao laughed: "Isn't this a yandere?"

"Therefore, Salome is also regarded as a symbol of love." Shen Jie added weakly.

"Very interesting," Xiao Yao commented, "But how do you all know so much?"

"That's what my uncle just said." Yu Luying told Xiao Yao.

"Which uncle? No, aren't both of your uncles in the monastery?" Xiao Yao said, "So this still doesn't answer my question - why are we sitting here now? Why don't we go up and cut her into five equal parts? Oh, you two can't move, right?"

"They both tried," a male voice came from behind Xiao Yao: "Queen Mary and Cinderella failed to break through Salome's defenses - she is invincible."

"Aaaaah!" If Xiao Yao's legs were fine, he would have jumped up by now: "What the hell?"

The young man looked back with difficulty, and saw three or four people standing behind him. Yu Bo was standing in the middle, wearing the white surplice, holding high in his hand a large, round, white Holy Host wrapped in cloth. Yu Baolu was standing behind his brother, holding a large umbrella in his hand above Yu Bo's head.

The one who supported old man Yu Texuan was naturally Lucia.

Don't just stand behind and scare people!

However, this method is very good, Xiao Yao thought. No wonder no shadow came near here, all disappeared.

"Then what can we do to break her defense?" Xiao Yao didn't know who he was asking this question to, or whether he was talking to himself.

Yu Baolu shook his head and said, "As far as I know, as long as you have someone you love in your heart and have lust for that person, you will not be able to make an effective attack on Salome."

Xiao Yao: “?”

"Only those who are pure and clean-hearted can activate their own spiritual fortress and cross the wall of defense woven by Salome's love," explained Paul Yu.

"No, how did you know? And you know it so clearly?" Xiao Yao blurted out: "Then according to what you said, I don't need to try it."

"I think so too," replied Yu Baolu.

“Having said that, you should still give it a try, young man.” Yu Texuan said.

Xiao Yao closed his eyes and concentrated his attention.

"Are you okay?" Shen Jie said weakly, "Don't force yourself."

A shadow of Don Quixote appeared from behind Xiao Yao, riding on a Rocinante, holding a spear in both hands—so you have a spear!—and charged towards Salome.

When the tip of the spear was about to pierce the headless girl's lower abdomen, it was suddenly bounced off by an invisible barrier and then broke into two pieces. Xiao Yao's palm shook and blood gushed out.

"Ah, Xiao Yao..." Yu Luying exclaimed.

At this moment, Hairtail, wearing only briefs and holding a communicator in his hand, ran over in a hurry, followed by a girl wrapped in a red cloak.

Xiao Yao frowned. How could this guy carry a communicator on him in just his briefs?

"Attack." Yu Bo uttered these two words concisely.

When Hairtail saw Salome, he was obviously surprised. He looked at the head on the plate, then at Yan Xiao, then looked at the head on the plate again, and then at Yan Xiao again.

Yan Xiao was also frightened and turned away, not daring to look at the headless body.

"Attack quickly!" Yu Baolu urged, "Salome is guiding the shadow energy. If we delay any longer, there will be a huge explosion and everything will be destroyed!"

"I... I don't know how to summon the fortress on the shore," the hairtail said hesitantly, "and I'm afraid I might accidentally hurt you if I attack you at sea - can't I just use my own fists?"