The flying dust gradually dispersed, and the scenery in the single room gradually became clear.
A square table that is exactly the same as the one outside. On the table is only a small basket with bread, a pot of water, and a drinking glass. Although these three simple things are just placed casually, the distance between them seems to have been carefully designed.
, which makes people feel comfortable from the bottom of their hearts. Moreover, under such circumstances, the desktop and everything on it are still stained, which is weird.
Of course, the weirdest thing is the man sitting at the table. He sits quietly, not even moving his clothes. He is like a statue, integrated with the room.
There is a white curtain hanging around the edge of the white hat, allowing others to see the face. White samurai suit, white belt, white cloak, white samurai shoes... Every part of the body is white and pure.
It was a continuous piece of white, and not even a trace of other colors could be found on the package and sword placed aside.
Cohen heard the sound of dry swallowing from his Adam's apple outside.
The still man in white raised his hand slightly, and the warriors outside hurriedly drew their swords. Those who had already drawn their swords hurriedly used their swords to protect themselves, and those who had already protected them protected themselves again. Although there were more people
They have an absolute advantage, but they appear to be in disarray.
Cohen felt his eyes light up, because as soon as the man in white moved his hand, it was as if the condensed time began to flow again, and the originally dead room immediately became full of vitality.
Although he was covered up by his clothes, Cohen could feel the subtle changes in various parts of the body of the man in white. It felt very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
The man in white continued to raise his hand, and everyone saw clearly that what he was holding on his slender fingers was just a piece of bread. His hand reached into the curtain and then lowered it, as if putting the bread in his mouth, and then the curtain moved rhythmically
He shook it a few times, probably chewing... His movements were so soft, so elegant, and obviously rhythmic, even his enemies couldn't bear to interrupt his series of continuous movements.
Although he felt like an idiot, Cohen's eyes were inevitably attracted to the man in white.
"It's you, the assassin in white!" The warrior leader couldn't wait any longer. He took a step forward: "Brothers have been chasing you for several days. You must pay with blood. Stand up and die!"
The man in white was still eating his bread, his movements were neither hasty nor slow, he didn't care at all that he was surrounded, and he didn't react to the words of the warrior leader. He continued to eat in a leisurely manner, and according to the situation, he was still eating.
He will continue to eat... until his stomach is full or the universe disappears.
The warrior leader moved his hand, and a warrior with a sword leaped into the air from beside him. The rapidly flying sword blade drew an arc of cold light in the air. The end of the trajectory should be in the chest of the white-grey man!
The man in white didn't dodge, he didn't even raise his body, he just turned his wrist! Silently, the body of the swordsman who flew to attack trembled, and his head jerked back as if he was hit by something.
He raised his head and pulled out a string of small blood beads in the air, then turned his body over and landed on the ground with a "pat" sound.
There was a bloody hole in the middle of this unlucky guy's forehead, and red and white stuff was flowing out, and the scene became even quieter.
No one present knew what the man in white used to kill him. Except for Cohen, he was the only one who saw that the murder weapon was actually a ball of bread.
Cohen was thinking about something, and subconsciously put the wine glass in his hand to his mouth, and the man in white just put a piece of bread into his mouth. At this moment, the rhythm of the two people's movements, including the position of their hands and the angle of their heads,
Fortunately, the body postures are almost exactly the same.
Although separated by a layer of cloth, Cohen still felt the man in white's eyes lingering on him for a moment, so they both took a deep look at each other and paid attention.
The warrior leader was about to issue another order to attack, but was interrupted by Cohen's long yawn. Before he had time to get angry, the man in white put down the bread, stood up with clapped hands, took the long sword package beside him, and walked out.
The people outside opened the door with a "swish", and many warriors grabbed it from the door and stood up outside the store. Under everyone's cautious eyes, the man in white took out a silver coin and placed it gently on the table.
"Check out." He finally opened the door for the first time, and his gentle voice, which should be that of a young man, said, "Go outside and pay."
Cohen gave a smile and was about to make a few jokes about the scene in front of him. The curtain in front of the man in white was inadvertently lifted by the wind, and Cohen just saw half of his face. At this moment, Cohen's originally narrow smile suddenly disappeared.
Condensation formed on his face, his body felt weak, and the wine glass in his hand fell off the table...
There was a "dang" sound, and wine juice splashed everywhere.
By the time Bai Ying used his powerful mental power to pull Cohen out of his trance, there was already a very lively fight outside. Cohen shook his head and woke up from his confusion. Then he jumped out of the window.
Wear it out!
In the melee, his reckless actions immediately attracted the attacks of several warriors. Amidst the shouts of killing, they attacked with swords and swords. Although the speed was impressive, in Cohen's opinion, such attacks were nothing.
His body rolled in the air, and Cohen fell behind the two attackers. With his toes on the ground, his hands reached back, grabbed their belts, and threw the two living men into the field - although it seemed
Throwing it out casually, it happened to send the two warriors to the feet of the man in white.
The figure of the man in white who was under siege spun slightly, with his toes touching. The two miserable warriors immediately changed direction, and their bodies flew flatly out of the field. When they fell to the ground, they were motionless. They were obviously dead.
Cohen's interruption inevitably caused a flaw in the encirclement of the warriors. It's not that the other party didn't want to deal with Cohen as well, it was just that they couldn't spare any manpower, and it was already very difficult for them to deal with the men in white.
At that moment, someone warned him: "Friend! It's none of your business, you'd better stay away!"
"Ah! It's okay. You go on, I promise not to disturb you." Cohen's eyes stayed on the man in white, and then he noticed that he had not drawn his sword.
This answer embarrassed the warrior leader. Under such circumstances, who would believe Cohen's words?
At this critical moment, the carriages parked on the side of the road opened their doors, and a dozen people got out of the carriages. As soon as these strangely dressed people got out of the car, Cohen was surprised. Several of them actually
It's the scorpion warrior that Cohen is very fond of!
The poisonous scorpion warriors are special warriors trained by the Demon Palace. What are they doing here? Is this man in white so powerful? Cohen's heart is full of doubts.
The warriors who came down from behind calmly took over the siege of the man in white, and another warrior dressed in pitch black walked up to Cohen.
"What's your identity? What's the purpose of coming here?" the warrior asked Cohen.
"I - I am a traveling trainee magician, my name is Turner." Cohen had to look back: "Traveling, just traveling."
"prove?"
Cohen dug in his pocket for a while before handing over the certificate he bought. The warrior looked at it and threw the certificate back to him: "Get out of here."
"oh!"
Cohen agreed and put the ID in his pocket, but the samurai who had turned around and left took advantage of the moment when his back was turned to draw out his sword and slashed at Cohen diagonally!
"Wow..." With an exaggerated shout, Cohen jumped onto the roof. His quick and agile movements put even the Scorpion Warriors in awe.
"Hey! I'm just a traveling mage! Why do you want to kill me?" Although he didn't know where he went wrong, Cohen still shouted from the rooftop that he was wronged.
While he was playing tricks, the man in white was always watching.
"Leave this man to you." The warrior who had previously attacked Cohen assigned a task: "We will deal with the man in white."
"As commanded."
With a move of the leader's hand, someone aimed a crossbow at Cohen. When they fired the crossbow arrows at Cohen, a dozen warriors, including the scorpion warriors, also began to surround and kill the man in white - these people should be There are other special units that are as famous as the Poisonous Scorpion, and judging from the coordination of advance and retreat and the skill at hand, they are much more powerful than what Cohen has seen on the battlefield, and their combat effectiveness is higher than that of the Bright Knight!
Faced with such an attack, the man in white finally drew his long sword. As usual, his sword-drawing action looked so graceful and smooth that it made a certain "traveling magician" pretend to be struck by an arrow and fell down. I let out a heartfelt admiration in my heart.
"I really don't understand what you are thinking?" Bai Ying stopped in the corner of the room angrily: "What does this person have to do with you?"
"You will understand. When you see his face...you will naturally understand." Cohen's eyes opened a tiny slit and he took in every move of the man in white: "Such a thing probably never happens in a lifetime." We can meet him two or three times!”
There was a mass killing in the field, and the battle situation was extremely thrilling. More than a dozen figures in colorful clothes were flying up and down around the man in white. However, in Cohen's eyes, other scenes and backgrounds gradually faded away, and the only person in the field of vision worthy of attention was the man in white. ... He drew his sword, he blocked, he walked around the field with graceful posture, and every tiny movement he made became so clear and familiar.
The weapon of the man in white is a two-finger-wide long sword, but this ordinary long sword is completely alive in his hands. When he stabs, the sword falls completely, and when he strikes, the trajectory is light and elegant. Although people are fighting, it is more like dancing. When clashing with samurai swords, the sound of metal collision is so clear, just like the accompaniment of this dance, even the beat is not bad at all!
This was not done deliberately by the man in white. No one could deliberately make such free and smooth movements. All his movements were so natural, so intoxicating, and so natural.
"Okay! Well done!" After the man in white stabbed several people with three beautiful stabs, Cohen completely forgot that he was pretending to be dead and cheered loudly from the rooftop. It was also at this time that the people on the ground knew that he was still alive. It was fine, so he cursed and started attacking again.
For Cohen now, any behavior that interrupts his elegance is unforgivable. So he handed over the responsibility of defense to Bai Ying, so that he could continue to concentrate on watching. Bai Ying also happened to perform the long-awaited summons
With magic, five huge stone men emerged from the ground and beat the ordinary warriors with their huge fists.
The man in white swung his sword unhurriedly, and his figure moved gracefully in the field, sometimes like a swift flying across the sky, and sometimes like a colorful butterfly flying among the flowers... The warriors who besieged him fell one by one. Although the blood mist was filled, but
His white clothes were not stained with any other color.
"It's wonderful, it's wonderful." This contrasting scene was taken in by Cohen and he said, "It's absolutely wonderful."
"Except for the killing, I don't see anything strange." Bai Ying didn't care about Cohen's mood at all: "The smell of blood here is too strong."
Cohen was in a very good mood at the moment, smiling and not saying anything back. The fighting in the field was almost over, and there were only four warriors left besieging the man in white. The leader among them saw that the situation was already critical, and let out a low cry.
, the four of them spared no effort and struck out at the same time, hoping that the final blow would be effective.
"Puff, puff, puff, puff!"
After four dull blasts, the four warriors burst out with blood in their eyebrows almost at the same time, and they all fell backwards. There was no scream, no wail, only the sound of broken weapons falling to the ground. In the breeze, clothes
Unable to hold back the flying man, the man in white turned around and faced Cohen. The fluttering cloak slowly lowered. The long sword held behind his back revealed a slight tip on his left shoulder, reflecting the sunlight and shining brightly.
He did not raise his head, but Cohen, who was on the roof, felt that he was standing taller than himself. His proud figure was tinged with loneliness, and his noble temperament was tinged with fierceness. Although the ground was covered with blood and corpses, he could not
Let his pure white figure be contaminated with any discordant aura of killing.
"Pah, pah, pah!" Cohen clapped his hands lightly, with a smile on his face.
"Come down and fight." The man in white waited for a moment, but when he saw that Cohen still made no other move, he couldn't help but urge: "I'm in a hurry."
"Excuse me, I'm just a little traveling mage." Cohen replied with a smile: "You don't need to pay attention to me."
"If I strike first," the man in white warned Cohen in his melodious voice, "you won't have any chance."
"Don't scare me like this! I didn't do anything bad." Cohen squatted on the roof, put his hands on his knees and swayed casually. Although the posture was very unsightly, he still said with a playful smile: "Is traveling alone lonely?
How about making a friend?”
"No need." From the unchanging tone of the man in white, we could tell that he was not interested in Cohen's suggestion at all.
"Don't reject me so forcefully! I'm very sincere... I have many advantages. You won't understand them if you don't get along with me. If you don't understand, reject me, and that will be the hardest thing in your life."
When I see you are about to suffer a loss, how can I not remind you sincerely? In fact, I am fully qualified to make this suggestion. First, I am very handsome, and second, you look too
Very handsome, third..."
While Cohen was persuading endlessly, the man in white flipped his wrist and flew towards the roof with a long sword.
"Don't use violence!" Cohen shouted, dodging the attack of the man in white, and kept talking: "Violence is an immoral act, an irrational act, and even a cruel act! There is only stinking barbarism.
Talents know how to use it. We are all civilized people. If you have something to say, talk it over! Oh! It’s so dangerous! Can’t you calm down a little? Seeing how polite and sensible you are, we can use other ways to communicate..."
After several consecutive sword blows were dodged by Cohen, the man in white stopped attacking for a moment: "Take out your weapon."
"I'm using it." Cohen smirked: "I'm using the most sincere words to dispel your murderous intention, oops - you sneak attack! I can't see that you are so bad... I am so sincere, even if you are handsome, you still want more or more
Why don't you show it less! People treat you sincerely, and you still use such a big sword to chop them down. Although you didn't get hit, you have already hurt my pure... pure heart!"
Bai Ying was almost blown away by Cohen's performance. After communicating with her mind several times, Cohen took the time to respond to her and asked her to take off the hat of the man in white. After seeing it, she naturally understood everything. While the man in white was concentrating on chasing Cohen
At the right moment, Bai Ying calculated his position, created a small wind knife, and cut the man in white's bamboo hat into two.
The bamboo hat fell off, and the face of the man in white was exposed to the sun. This time, it seemed as if time had stopped, and even the white shadow was stunned.
His face slowly entered Bai Ying's line of sight... His golden hair, delicate face, tight lips, and pure eyes. Although he was silent, his expression, demeanor, and facial contours were exactly like those of Fichet.
Summer wheat is 80% similar!
"Shocked, right?" Cohen's words echoed in Bai Ying's mind: "If he had a smile on his lips, he would be exactly like Fichet. When I saw it just now, I almost couldn't believe Bai Ying's eyes."
"Really!" Bai Ying jumped slightly, jumping from one corner of the room to another, changing directions from all angles, and the more he looked, the more similar he looked.
The bamboo hat was knocked down inexplicably, and the man in white was a little surprised, but he believed that this sudden attack should not come from the playful "traveling magician" in front of him, and there should be other enemies around him. Although his body did not move, his keen
His perception has been searching the surroundings for several times, but he didn't find anything unusual except for the little bird jumping around...
"Ah... that, brother." Cohen waved at him, with a smile that could make people sick to death: "Can I know your name?"
"There is no reason to tell you." His moderately thick lips opened, and the man in white's words were always so clear and sweet.
The white shadow next to him completely understood Cohen's behavior after seeing his appearance.
"Does it have to be a reason?" Cohen asked stupidly.
"Everything is needed." Although the man in white was not stingy with his words when speaking, he never used any modal particles, which made his tone a bit dull.
"Of course there is a reason, just wait!" Cohen grinned and scratched his head. This rude action had completely separated him from his identity as a traveling magician: "Yes - I knocked off your hat. This should count.
A reason?"
"It doesn't count." The man in white put away his sword, turned around and walked off the roof: "I will kill you if I follow you again."
"Hey! Don't be so rude, okay?" Cohen shouted several times, but the man in white still ignored him and walked away.
"What a cold person! What should I do?" Cohen frowned and touched his chin: "Bai Ying, what do you think of his character?"
"How do I know his character? Besides, you're not trying to be a matchmaker for him. Why do you ask about his character?" Bai Ying replied angrily: "What are you going to do? Pursue him or not?"
"You have to chase me. I'm not the kind of idiot who believes that we can meet again if we are destined." Cohen shook his head and replied: "But you also heard it. If I chase him for no reason, he will chop me. I don't want him to take it all along the way.
Cut me with the sword... Do you also think I should chase after you?"
"Although I can't say it's necessary, but... you can chase me if you want!" Bai Ying snorted coldly: "Will there be times when you lack a reason?"
"Yes! Who am I? As long as I am willing, I will have no reason?" Cohen also snorted: "Wait, I will come right away." After saying that, he somersaulted down the roof: "