Thousands of miles of endless yellow sand, bathed in the setting sun at dusk, the wind blows gently in the desert, and the fine gravels are moved by the wind. A figure, a pair of heavy footsteps, wearing black armor, walking alone. He has no horses, no birds and beasts,
Walking alone in the desert with only one pair of legs, heading towards a persistent goal.
The sun had set a little lower, and only half a red pill was left floating on the horizon. The man in black armor arrived and continued walking towards a desert cliff in front of him. Suddenly, a sharp sword appeared in the sky.
It flew down and stuck on the sand, causing a burst of dust, followed by another sword blow...
The eight swords landed on the ground, and the eight different swords swayed slightly in the wind and sand flow under the setting sun. The people who came stopped and stopped a hundred meters away from the eight swords. They saw a stone on the cliff.
The platform slowly lowered and was suspended in the sky ten meters above the ground. A person sat cross-legged on the platform, his whole body hidden under airtight thick armor.
The sword stuck in the sand shook even more violently, and in this shaking rhythm, "people" covered in armor appeared next to each sword. They appeared out of thin air, as if they came from a non-existent world.
The armor they wore was the same as the swords around them, exuding the same temperament, the same color, and reflecting the same light.
The eight sword puppets moved together, picked up the swords on the ground, and slashed at the abrupt figure in the desert.
The wind rises, the air moves, the gravel flies, the eight swords are about to come, the wind and sand in the desert roar around the incoming person, but the incoming person does not move. With a sword slash, the gravel in the air condenses into a sand blade to greet him,
Every time a sword comes, a blade of sand cuts away. Eight figures arrive one after another. After one sword pass, the sword puppet disappears and then reappears. After reappearing, there is another sword. The sword light, air flow, and sand and dust are constantly stirring, each other.
The blade of the sword is getting faster and faster, and the sand and dust are getting more and more fierce. The area of several hundred meters is already a dark dust, and only the flashing sword light, air shadow and the condensed sand blade can be seen.
Suddenly, the black-armored man in the sand moved. He took one step, a hundred meters at a time, and everyone clashed around him. The flashing figures and sword lights seemed to be in slow motion when he took this step.
, in his eyes he could see every grain of sand swirling in the wind, he could see the changes in the air flow driven by each sword, he could even see how each sword puppet turned into air and disappeared in the wind, and how it was restored again.
Polyformation.
He took this step, and the sword on his left waist was also unsheathed. He pulled out the black sword from the black sheath. The glory of this sword disappeared as if it had traveled through thousands of years, cutting from the lost past to the future ahead.
The sword is enough to amaze people for thousands of years, making everyone who has seen the sword's style intoxicated, making people feel as if they are in the huge river of time and history and lament their own insignificance.
The man on the platform opened his eyes. The sword was invisible and traceless at the moment he opened his eyes. No one knew where it came from and no one knew where it ended. However, this sword struck heavily.
It struck the man in black armor, making a dull sound and cutting out a huge wound on the black armor.
The man in black armor slid back a hundred meters, back to the original point where he drew his sword, as if that step had never been taken. His deep voice, like a long sigh from eternity, echoed in this endless desert. He moved his right hand
Another sword on the side of the waist, the red sword is pulled out of the red sheath, and the wind rises with it; the sand moves with the wind; the sword wields the old age rubbed by the years, and wields the dust-covered and unknown picture scroll. The wind and sand become the wall
, bound by the years, the sky and the sun are blocked by the sand, locking the two lonely figures, fighting an unknown battle in the invisible sand and dust.
The dust dispersed, and the sand fell with the wind. The wind gradually slowed down, but the sound of the sword seal lingered. The thick armor locked the figure on the pedestal again, and he gently stroked it into a sword, and the sound of the sword dispersed in his gentle strokes.
The man in black armor stood in the remaining wind and sand, his body exploded continuously, fell to the ground, and finally turned into countless yellow sand, and disappeared with the wind, just like he didn't know where he came from and where he dispersed.
"Sha, it's not quiet anymore." The people on the stage closed their eyes and sat peacefully. The floating platform floated lightly and disappeared on the cliff.
…
It was also dusk on the yellow sand, and the dim sunset illuminated the airship with its spread wings shining brightly. The sandbirds and rows of sand egrets accompanied them and flew towards the sand dunes further away.
On the airship, Eva has begun to adapt to this kind of life and the temper of the new owner. However, every time she meets Lace, she will still be startled by her appearance.
After all, Lace is not a real living person. When Eva, a girl raised and trained in the manor, saw the neatly arranged holes, rivets and stitching coils on Lace's body, she felt creepy from body to heart. This made her feel creepy every day.
I would have nightmares at night, especially when I got up to use the bathroom at night or when I got up to make breakfast in the morning, I felt like I was being stared at by an empty corpse, even if she looked alive, full of flesh and blood and warm.
It would be okay if it was just like this. The key is that Eva always has a feeling that Lace's body is constantly rotting, which makes her smell a strange smell that is not very obvious when she passes by Lace. And the food Lace eats
But it's the fresh meat, especially the bloody, fresh meat.
Bing Zhixie had noticed this a long time ago. Lace's body was indeed decaying every day, and she needed to fill her decayed body with fresh meat in order to maintain the balance of body functions.
"Mr. Celeste, your dinner is ready." Eva arranged everything properly, finally put two glasses of fresh milk on the table, and then sat down opposite Bing Zhixie.
"Thank you." Bing Zhixie held a book in his hand, took a sip of milk with the other hand, and kept his eyes on the page. After reading a paragraph, he thought blankly for a while, and then
Taste the food on the table.
The food was very fragrant and tasted great. Eva raised her eyes and secretly watched him taste it, hoping to get his praise or praise. But she was disappointed. Bing Zhixie didn't say anything from beginning to end, and just ate everything silently.
Finished, and then left. This made Eva feel very disappointed, feeling that she was completely dispensable here, and it was even more appropriate that she was not here than here.
Frustrated, she packed up the dinner plates and took them to be washed, then sat on the stern of the airship and stared at the desert in a daze until it got dark and went back to the cabin to sleep, just like she experienced every day.
In the bedroom, she was so sad that she couldn't help crying. Compared with the joy in the manor, this was not the time of her life. Maybe she should resign and leave, so that at least she would not be as isolated as she is now.
At this time, Bing Zhixie was still in her room, concentrating on reading.