Amid innocence, there is also a bit of playfulness.
Looking at the girl's smile, Su Li felt a little dazed for a moment.
For some reason, Su Li felt a pinch of pain in his heart.
This pinching pain is more like a nameless guilt.
My heart seemed to be tightly held by a hand.
"I found it~ Look, it's right there."
Suddenly, the girl turned around again, and her slender green onion fingers pointed at the wall next door.
"Let's go~ I'll take you there."
Before Su Li could react, the girl in pink skirt took Su Li's hand and ran to the next door.
For a moment, Su Li was in a trance.
In Su Li's heart, a sense of familiarity quietly emerged.
It seems like this scene actually happened.
It seemed that this scene had happened a long, long time ago, but more often, he was holding the wrist of the girl in pink skirt.
As if a world away
"This is it."
Just when Su Li felt that he was about to think of something, the girl had already let go of Su Li's hand.
In front of Su Li's eyes was a long rusty knife.
The sword has an inscription unique to the Ghost Tribe, but it is too rusty and even somewhat incomplete.
The long sword stood on this side, as if waiting for his master's arrival.
"My brother is buried here." The girl smiled. She was obviously in front of her brother's grave, but she didn't seem to see any sadness at all.
"here?"
Su Li asked doubtfully.
"Yes, it's right here, but there is a mechanism here. To reach my brother's grave, you must pull out this sword.
Draw this sword out.
As long as you draw this sword out.
Then I can worship my brother.
Then, I will fulfill my promise and never bother you again."
Look at the girl's sweet smile.
Su Li said he didn't doubt it, it was impossible.
But you are not afraid of wearing shoes if you are barefoot.
Even if he doesn't agree to her, over time, unless a miracle happens, he will become a sword slave sooner or later.
Therefore, I have nothing to fear anymore.
Taking a deep breath, Su Li walked to the long knife.
Su Li held the hilt of the long sword.
At the moment when Su Li held it, Su Li felt that this long knife was extremely handy.
It's like a friend who has been with me for many years.
And the moment Su Li pulled out the long knife.
The endless black aura tightly wrapped Su Li.
The black smell has a strong smell of rust.
Su Li felt that his consciousness was gradually blurring, and one strange memory after another was quietly emerging in Su Li's mind.
This was not his own memory, but Su Li felt so familiar.
"Is this a trap? Does the other party want her brother to seize her body? Let the other party use her own body to resurrect her?"
Drowsily, Su Li guessed.
But soon, the only trace of reason left in Su Li made Su Li shake his head.
This doesn't feel like a seizure.
It's more like an awakening.
And when Su Li was completely unconscious, the black energy also dissipated.
Su Li's body was covered with black armor.
The armor is engraved with a dragon's head, which is full of solemnity and solemnity!
Su Li fell back.
Just when Su Li was about to fall to the ground, the girl hugged him and held him in her arms.
Gently stroking Su Li's face, the girl bent her eyes and smiled.
"This is Mingdu?"
Su Li, who fell into a coma, slowly opened his eyes in his dream and looked at the palace around him.
This time, Su Li knew that the place he dreamed about in his previous dream was the famous capital of the ghost tribe.
The scene that happened in front of me was closely followed by my dream yesterday.
On that corridor, the prince of the ghost tribe dropped his sister's hand and walked forward without looking back.
After her brother left, the princess of the ghost tribe squatted on the ground and kept crying.
Cried extremely sadly.
Su Li didn't know what happened, or what the ghost-human princess was going to do to him.
However, a man's intuition told him that he should read on.
And having said that, if I don’t keep reading, I don’t know what to do.
With a blur of consciousness, when Su Li came back to his senses, the scene changed again.
The prince of the demon clan was wiping his sword in the room.
The layout of his room is very simple, with a table, a bed, and a few long knives hanging on the wall. Other than that, there is nothing else. It is extremely simple.
"Your Highness."
An old man knocked on the door.
"Enter."
The ghost prince put down the sword in his hand and slowly began to speak.
An old man walked into the room and bowed to the ghost prince:
"Back to Your Highness, the Blood Brake is already ready. It just needs the last step of the craftsmanship before it's done."
"explain!"
The ghost prince raised his head and suppressed the excitement in his eyes.
For the prince of the Oni people, this long sword that took a thousand years to build and cost half of the Oni people's thousand years of knowledge may be the last hope!
It's just that the old man hesitated to speak, and didn't speak for a long time. Instead, he showed a troubled expression.
"But it doesn't matter."
The prince of the ghost clan spoke calmly.
"Return to His Majesty the Crown Prince
This last step, the completion of the Blood Brake, would have taken the last thousand years.
But now, it's too late.
However, what if a royal bloodline turns into a sword soul!
In this way, the Blood Brake can be truly complete."
"Snapped!"
As soon as the old man finished speaking, the ghost-human prince slapped the bed hard and stood up with an angry look:
"Do you know what you are talking about?!"
"Of course I know!"
The old man knelt down and kowtowed.
"I know that Your Highness and the eldest princess have a deep relationship.
But Your Highness!
The situation today is different.
The ghost clan is in danger!
If this continues, the Oni people will perish! Your Highness will also be unfortunate, and the Oni people will never be able to make a comeback!
But! If His Highness abandons the princess
Blood brake is achieved!
Your Highness will definitely be able to repel the enemy and lead the Demon Clan to revival!
Your Highness! This is not the time for women to be kind.
Your Highness, please think twice!
I am willing to die for the country first! Throw yourself into the sword-making pool!"
"Shut up!" the ghost prince shouted loudly.
"Your Highness!" The old man wanted to say something more.
"I told you to shut up!"
The prince of the ghost tribe stepped forward and grabbed the opponent's collar!
"listen!
I don't need that sword!
Don't ever mention this again!
Go and destroy that sword!"
"Your Highness! You must not do this. This is the only way for the ghost clan to survive."
"Without that sword! I can still fight my way out!"