Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty Eight Night Visitors
The hut is in a human environment, and there is no noise of carriages and horses.
No matter how turbulent the situation is, as long as your heart is at peace, you will be at peace. After dinner, someone was sitting by the stove in the hotel. After more than a month of freezing life in the mountains, he would rather have a headache now.
I sweat, and don’t want to taste the biting cold wind again.
It's just that this will cause a big sneeze. Someone's first thought is not to catch a cold, but to be worried about someone, and then he remembers the weapon that is not at hand.
With a casual call, the Hakakiri returned to his hand through the flash technique shone with a cold light. There was a strong dissatisfaction in his words, and he said: "Hey, you know how to get me back."
"Isn't this for you to go out and have fun? You are not bored if you follow me all the time." Lin said.
"you are not a fish, how to know the joy of fish."
"Hey, Zhuangzi has come out. I really doubt that the fat man and the short man have anything else to say."
However, Haggiri complained seriously: "What a shame! I went out and realized how dark the world is. Is there not a good person in this world? If I were allowed to stay in the hands of those people for a while, I would want to
Darkened."
"It can't be so miserable." Lin put Hakiri next to the chair, opened the hydroscope screen, and once again looked at the improvement plan of the airship. However, no matter what he did, he seemed a little absent-minded.
Haggiri continued: "You know what I dug out of their evil hearts. It really proves what you said, dumplings are not as delicious as dumplings, and they are not as fun as sister-in-law.──" "Hulu~.
"──Hey, are you listening to me?"
"Let him have a good sleep." Lich, who returned to his normal magician attire, came to the side and said, "These days, he has worked harder than anyone else."
"Really? Trying to keep your mouth open?" asked Haggiri.
"Integrating the work of different people into a coordinated whole is not as simple as you think. And in many places, we have not made any detours. This can all be attributed to the perfection of design and planning. Didn't you see?
Except for the engine, almost everything everyone does is done in one go. This is an incredible talent."
"can you?"
Fen, who was planning to argue, suddenly put his right hand on his forehead, shook his head and said, "I'm serious about using a sword with you. I'm drunk too." After saying that, he picked up the hakiri and tried swinging it a few times.
I don’t know where I learned the weapon of talking nonsense, and said: "How about, you plan to have an in-depth exchange with me."
What a Hakiri can read is only what the holder is thinking, or the actions and words of the people around him. For ordinary people, it is impossible to prevent the things in their minds from being peered into. But for a person who is on guard and is good at
Self-controlled magician, this is not a problem.
In addition, the Lich could not touch this troublesome weapon without touching it, so there was very little communication and contact between the two. Now that Fen rarely picked it up, Haggiri couldn't help but make fun of it.
"Stop talking nonsense! Or if you want to come to a dimensional gap and roam for a thousand years, just mumble."
"No, sister, I'm having a lot of fun here, don't throw me away. I'll chop whoever you want me to chop, no questions asked. Anyway, it's all in your hands, do whatever you want.
Well, I will cooperate with you in any posture."
While trying the hand and walking outside, Fen Wu complained to himself: "If the ship-cutting knife hadn't been placed on the Sid, I wouldn't have planned to touch you."
"Yes, I'm just a spare tire. But I can be powerful or small. How can I be useful for a boring thing like a ship-cutting knife?"
She was repeatedly scolded and couldn't do anything about this sword. Even though she was as powerful as a lich, the former Demon King still felt a sense of frustration. But when she came outside the hotel, she put aside all the unnecessary emotions and hid. The crowd in the shadows vaguely surrounded the hotel where everyone was staying. After more than a month of continuous sleeplessness, almost no one was awake except her.
Bathed in the moonlight, a stooped little old man walked out of the shadows. His steps were steady and slow, with his hands behind his back and an angry look on his face. He looked up and down at the lich who was going out. He said disdainfully: "You are the one who took me here. The city is in a state of chaos.”
Fen pointed his sword at the hiding people and said: "I don't know what you are referring to, and I don't care. I am here to advise you, if you cherish your life, just leave."
"Hmph, I originally heard that you were barbarians, but then you dressed up as a magician, thinking that you would have the sanity of a magician, but now it seems that you are still at the level of barbarians. The empire is a civilized country, and you are not welcome. Please stay. After making compensation, leave. If there is nothing to redeem yourself, then give up your life."
"How long has it been since anyone dared to threaten me like this? I really miss it." Fencai was sighing with emotion, but the enemy did not wait for her to finish expressing her thoughts, and suddenly attacked her while she was speaking.
Countless figures were attacking from all directions in the dark night at lightning speed. If the man holding the sword was that man, he might still be in a hurry for such a battle. But the lich is experienced in many battles and is even more dangerous. She has also experienced the scene.
She is gorgeous and arrogant, adding a bit of eerieness to the dark night. Under the moonlight, her red lips are unexpectedly prominent. Fen uses the sword like a whip, and the blade flashes like a silver sword. Whenever this happens The silver light streaks across the night sky, always bringing up a cloud of blood flowers, which is extremely sad and beautiful.
Fen didn't even move her feet, she just waved the long sword which had no sense of reality at all. There was no feeling of cutting anything, no blood on it, and dancing with the long sword was like a child dancing with tree branches in the countryside. The same. The difference is that the dancing here is always accompanied by the dissipation of life.
Even a lich who is accustomed to fighting doesn't know how to describe this feeling. When the enemy was shocked by Haggiri's ferocity and the attack paused, Fen pressed the blade of the sword curiously, but the edge was blunt. It's no different from the rear iron plate.
"Hey, sister, if you don't want your finger anymore, just tell me first. I can guarantee that the incision will be beautiful." Hagiri said suddenly.
After realizing that Hakakiri can freely control the changes of the blade, coupled with the single-molecule edge and super-vibration mode that the man had mentioned about this sword, and actually using it to cut people, I realized that this man could do it with just one sword. What an exaggeration. If such a weapon mode is known to other Hagiri and becomes a party hostile to itself, how can it be fought against?
"You worry too much." Hagiri said very suddenly: "The reason why I can squander energy like this is because in his hands, I have a way to supplement it. If in the hands of others, I can just maintain the basic form. Snickering, let alone such a subtle change. As far as I know, many of my kindred have exhausted their own energy and turned into ashes on the spot just to maintain the most basic sharpness. This is not difficult. Imagine what a difficult battle those of my race faced. Only in the hands of that man could I display this level of strength."
"Do you know how exaggerated the things you made are? I just want to ask, is there anything in the world that you can't stop cutting?"
"As far as I know, I can responsibly say, no."
"That's enough, you guys." The Demon King was as powerful as before, but he felt that he had no strength to complain about this sword.
It's just that the lich and sword have been chatting for so long, why haven't the second wave of attacks come yet? Fen looked carefully and realized that except for the corpses on the ground, all the others who could escape were gone.
"That's enough, you guys." The same words were spoken to different people. Fen was very impatient with the way of these little thieves who just got away with something wrong. When he saw an advantage he could take advantage of, he didn't care whether he could take it or not.
If you can swallow it, you will have to take a bite of it. If you bite it until your teeth break, you will blame the other person for being so hard. This kind of thing is just a waste of food if it is left in the world.
"Are you going to catch up? I'm going to catch up. The Flash Technique is the most suitable. You know how to use it, right?" Hakiri said excitedly.
Suddenly a flash of inspiration occurred, and Fen stared at the sword in his hand with suspicious eyes. "You couldn't have been talking to me on purpose to let those people escape and create such an opportunity."
"How is that possible? It's because you had questions, so I just answered them. Whether those people will kill a second wave or run away is beyond my control."
There is no flaw in the reason, and the uncertainty of the outcome is indeed difficult to use as a motive for the crime. After all, the leading power of choice lies in the hands of those people. However, this does not mean that there is no chance of trying to gamble.
responsibility.
At least, Fen was too lazy to spend extra attention in such a situation. So she said: "What a coincidence, the group of people scattered and ran away, and I didn't deliberately keep an eye on anyone, so I don't know where they ran.
If you know where they are, you can solve them easily. It would be too troublesome to pursue them in this situation."
"Simple, I have marked their souls and put them in your sight using real-time communication. As long as you agree to temporarily share the message with me, you can see their marks."
... Fen looked at the corner of his expanded field of vision. There was a sharing request from 'The Hardest in the World', waiting for his approval. This was the fifth person to use real-time communication besides a certain man, his two apprentices and himself.
Should I say it's gratifying to be a member? And what is "the toughest in the world"?
In the mood to try, Fen clicked on the request for a box, and immediately dozens of golden figures appeared in his vision. Moreover, he ignored the walls and any terrain features. As long as he paid a little attention, they would appear.
Additional information and parameters, including distance between enemy and friend, speed, direction, etc.
After a moment of silence, Fin asked, "How did you do that?"
"Several arcane eye detection modes, combined with the locking mark of power fluctuations, and then marking the target characteristics. This is very simple, it is all a bad trick played by that man."
"Do you have a magic pattern engraved with the arcane eye on your body?"
"Yes. In addition, there are ninety-eight kinds of magic spells. Some are for peeping, some for eavesdropping, some for invisibility, some for audio and video recording, and some for secretly taking pictures. Of course, there are also those for attack and defense.
.The most wonderful thing among them is the partial hardening of the body. The person who invented this magic is a genius. In short, it is very practical for all kinds of things."
The speechless former Demon King took a long time to say this: "You are a weapon, right?"
"It's you who used our clan as weapons without permission, and I didn't take the initiative to fight for it. I have a noble moral character, a taste for elegance, and a good sword that loves swordsmanship."