My room is on the second floor of the white house. It may not be as exquisite as the saris, but it is as warm as any of them. Orange curtains were shrouded in bright candlelight, making the whole room look warm.
I had a headache. I drew Dean's death dance on the white paper, thinking hard, stroke by stroke. In the end, what I drew was a mess of clueless threads.
I followed the direction of the curves and jumped up and down on the thick carpet. After that lap, my whole body collapsed from exhaustion, and my knees were almost injured.
How abnormal is Dean's physical strength to be able to walk these complicated steps in circles?
"I have to say, little miss, your memory and insight are very good." Unexpectedly, Dean's voice came from the slightly floating curtains.
I was startled and turned around, and I suddenly discovered that the gray-haired thief was leaning against the window, holding a wine bottle in one hand and a wine glass in the other. When he saw me looking at him, he shook his cup at me.
I just felt a chill rising from the velvet cushions on the soles of my feet, and then rising up the legs behind my nightgown to my chest. I subconsciously clutched the hem of my clothes, "How could you enter my room at will, late at night like this?" !”
"Oh!" Dean was stunned for a moment, "Who told you not to close the windows tightly?" As he said that, he came over a little unsteadily, reached out and took away the piece of paper in my hand. After looking at it for a while, he suddenly He glanced at me sideways again and suddenly realized, "Little miss, what are you afraid of? In my eyes, you are just a child."
"I'm just a kid, so you're forcing me to take such a step? And you're threatening me with my life?"
"Aha, that's not a threat, little miss, that's blocking my faith." Dean looked up and looked directly at me, the light dancing in his dark pupils like the brightest flame, "I can use My dagger defends what I believe in."
I pursed my lips and suddenly glared at him fiercely, "...I will also defend my life." As I said that, I started beating along those lines again.
I am so unfamiliar with that mess, and from time to time, I have to stop and think carefully about where to jump next.
Damn this pace, damn Dean!
If one day, I can disappear in the air as freely as he does, I must use my dagger to cut off the hair on the top of his head on a dark and windy night, so that he looks like Alexander, who is bald.
Thinking of this, I secretly glanced at Dean. He was leaning against the window, staring at me for a moment. If he was bald...
oh! I almost laughed out loud!
"Low down, little lady, if you don't want to be pricked by your opponent." He took a sip of ale and said.
Wait, what's going on with that look in his face?
As soon as my foot stumbled, I immediately bent down and crawled on the ground like a cheetah, which saved my ankle.
Once again, I jumped up and immediately turned my head to look at him.
This time, I saw clearly. The tough thief's eyes were full of sadness. His eyes fell on me, but I felt that he was not looking at me at all. What was he looking at? I couldn't help but follow his gaze and look back. There were only walls stained red by the fire.
Landing firmly, I jumped up again. This time, when I went to see Dean, I found that he was no longer by the window. Only the slightly opened curtains fluttered slightly in the cool breeze. .
Huh?
"Dean?" I subconsciously looked around and called him, but there was no response.
My feet slipped and I fell on my back, "Ouch! Damn it!"
Dean's faint laughter came from the other end of the curtain. The first sound was joyful, but the second sound was a little disappointing.
*
In the early morning, the neighing of horses broke the tranquility of the manor. Even I, who was sleeping upstairs in the white house, heard it.
I rubbed my eyes and looked out through the window. I saw a few riders in dark black leather armor scolding their horses in the white snow. They walked through the thick snow. Walking to the door of the white house, behind him was a bloody cloak unfolding in the wind.
Who is that? I squinted my eyes and looked carefully, and saw that the leader of the group had a dark complexion and a mustache that made him look both smug and sinister.
At that time, my father put on a heavy cloak and walked out of the door downstairs. When he saw the rider on the horse, he let out a shocked cry, "Baron Vadus?!"
"Sir Joffrey." The black-haired rider took a few steps forward on his horse and smiled slightly, "It's an honor for you to still remember my name after so many years."
My father didn't say anything.
"Oh! On such a snowy day, aren't you going to let your old friends come in and sit for a while?"
*
"It seems like your father doesn't welcome him." Unexpectedly, Dean's voice came to my ears.
I was startled again and glared at him angrily, "This time, I closed the window!"
"Are you sure?" Following his eyes, I looked back and saw that the damn window was swaying in the wind.
Dean looked sideways at me and blew out a breath of alcohol, "Are you going to watch the show here, or are you going to defend your tomorrow?"
I looked out again and said, "Wait for me outside the door, Mr. Dean, I promise I will definitely remember those steps today!"
*
To the north of the white house, beyond the farmers' wooden houses and across a large field, there is a dense forest.
The branches and leaves are covered with white snow, and ice hangs from the branches.
"There is an open space in the woods, and no one will go there." I said while leading the way. As soon as I finished speaking, there was a muffled sound in the woods.
"Oh~" Dean spread his hands mockingly and melted into the dry and cold air.
I walked quietly through the snow, and when my eyes suddenly opened up, I opened my mouth in surprise.
I saw a figure wielding a sword against a hard tree trunk. Wearing a black cloak, he was very focused and serious. He tried his best with every sword and tried to hit the same place with each sword.
Ricky? That arrogant and domineering young master is actually here? What is he doing? Sword training? Are you stimulated? !
"Beat him! Little Miss!" Dean's voice rang in his ears.
"Why? Why should I provoke him? Although I don't like him."
"Who's there!" The sound in the bushes alarmed Ricky. He shouted loudly and threw the scabbard in his hand fiercely. If I hadn't been quick enough to dodge to the right, the whirring circle would have been there. The stuff has knocked me down.
boom
The scabbard pierced the snow.
"Beat him." Dean's voice rang in my ears again, "Otherwise, I'll do it?"
I was a little helpless. I suddenly realized that this damn thief wanted me to practice with Ricky, right?
"Messiah?" Ricky frowned heavily when he saw me, "What are you doing here?"
I sighed and walked to the scabbard, "That's what I should say, and this is my territory."
"You have no place here! Now, throw the scabbard over to me!"
I picked up the scabbard with the toe of my boot and held the scabbard. The scabbard felt like wood and was very light. However, it seemed to be particularly strong. It was wrapped with silver thread and inlaid with diamonds. It was illuminated by the sun. , shining brightly.
"Oh!" I smiled maliciously, "It's very beautiful! If you don't come and get it yourself, I will sell it to Xilin and use it as firewood."
Ricky's face hardened, "Throw it over before I get angry."
"Let's try to see if your anger has any effect, young master." Calmly, I unbuckled the cloak, and then, wearing a neat leather coat, I slowly walked closer to Ricky within ten yards. Gui said, "Still, you only have the ability to get angry with your words, that's all."
"...Are you looking for death? Bastard..." Ricky has always been a hot-blooded young man who could never withstand any provocation. He held the sword with both hands, bent his legs slightly, and then faced I'll charge over!
I immediately arched my back slightly and looked at him getting closer and closer for a moment. When he was almost in front of me, I started to dodge.
At this moment, Ricky's left elbow blocked my retreat on the left, and the shining sword blocked my escape on the right. I guessed that he must have wanted to take advantage of me to retreat and use the hilt of the sword to teach me a profound lesson.
is it possible?
I bent my legs, suddenly stood up from the ground, rolled over his shoulder, and patted his shoulder heavily with the palm of my hand.
boom
I fell behind him, but I didn't expect him to turn around suddenly and sweep the long sword in his hand!
I took a breath, and in a panic, I raised the scabbard in my hand and stood it on the right side of my body, trying to block his menacing sword.
There was only a snap sound, and the delicate scabbard was cut into two pieces, and the long sword continued to slash at my right shoulder.
"Get away! You idiot!" Ricky yelled, his eyes almost bulging out of his sockets, but it was obvious that he could no longer hold back!
"Ah!" I almost screamed, and my survival instinct made me slide to the left. The sharp sword tip only broke through the decorative fur on my shoulders, and the cold air rushed in. Subconsciously, I quickly jumped up from the snow. After a few ups and downs, I distanced myself from Ricky.
Ricky was also frightened, but soon he became serious.
I looked at the two scabbards in my hands and was a little stunned.
It seems that Ricky really likes the sword and the scabbard in his hand. He won't cry heartbroken, right?
That thought made me smile maliciously, "...Do you want to hold a funeral for it? Young Master?" I stretched out my hand, and the poor scabbard lay in my hand. Then, I pointed the broken scabbard in my left hand towards the Qi's face was thrown hard.
Ricky's face twitched, and he raised his long sword to sweep aside the flying scabbard. Then, with a cold snort, he turned around and left, "I'll leave it to you to sell it to Xilin for a washcloth. "
But at that moment, a shrill scream suddenly stopped him in his tracks.
"help me!"
"It's a woman?!" I exclaimed in shock.
"Over there!" Ricky took the lead and rushed towards the direction of the sound.
*
This forest stretches from the foot of Alterac Mountain to the edge of the highland cliff. On the easternmost side, behind the forest, there is a gravel path that leads to the highland on the cliff.
It was obvious that the scream was coming from over there.
what happened? Did he fall? Or encountered a wild beast?
No, that's not right! Over there, there is the sound of horse hooves!
The needle trees covered with white snow kept flying past the corners of my eyes. I followed Ricky and ran quickly. The cold wind in front of me was like a knife, carving my face. It was very painful, and it was very special. cold.
Finally, we walked out of the woods panting.
On the path behind the woods, on the bright ground illuminated by the sun, I suddenly saw two riders surrounding a girl covered in mud and water in the middle. They were wearing pitch-black leather armor and blood-like cloaks. .
The girl knelt in the snow, trembling with fear, "No... no..." she begged through tears, holding something tightly to her chest. From my angle, I could see that the thing was round and round. Has dense hair.
Holy light, don't tell me that girl is holding a head!
"Don't kill me! Please!"
"Don't kill me, please." One of the cavalrymen imitated in a hoarse voice, and then he pulled out the sword from his waist. There was purple blood in the blood groove of the sword, "You're dead. .”
