The hut is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses.
No matter how turbulent the situation is, as long as your heart is at peace, then you will be at peace. After dinner, someone was sitting by the stove in the hotel. After more than a month of freezing life on the mountain, he would rather sweat profusely than taste the biting cold wind again.
But this would also cause a big sneeze. Someone's first thought was not to catch a cold, but to be remembered by someone, and then he remembered the weapon that was not at hand.
With a casual call, the Hakakiri returned to his hand through the flash technique shone with a cold light. There was deep 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 by following 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 left to say."
But Hagiri complained seriously: "It's too bad! I went out and realized how dark the world is. Isn't there a good person in this world? If I stay in the hands of those people for a while, I will Darkened.”
"It can't be this miserable." Lin put Hakakiri next to the chair, opened the water mirror screen, and once again looked at the improvement plan of the airship. However, no matter what he did, he seemed a little distracted.
Shakiri continued: "You know what I have 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 works harder than anyone else."
"Really? Trying to keep your mouth open?" asked Haqikiri.
"It is not as simple as you think to integrate the work of different people into a coordinated whole. 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 that 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 hakakiri and tried swinging it a few times.
I don't know where I learned the mean-mouthed weapon, and said: "How about, you plan to have an in-depth communication with me."
What Shakiri can read is only what the holder is thinking, or the actions and words of people around him. For most people, there is absolutely no way to prevent what is in their minds from being peered into. But for a magician who is defensive and good at self-control, 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 picked it up for the rare occasion, Shakiri 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 grumble."
"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 his 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 touched you."
"Yes, I'm just a spare tire. But I can be powerful or small. How can I be of use to a boring ship-cutting knife?"
Having been repeatedly raped and unable to do anything about this sword, even though he was as powerful as a lich, the former Demon King still felt a sense of frustration. But when she came outside the hotel, all the unnecessary emotions were put aside. The crowd hiding in the shadows vaguely surrounded the hotel where everyone was staying. After being unable to sleep peacefully for more than a month, basically no one was awake except her.
Bathed in the moonlight, a stooped little old man stepped out of the shadows. His steps were steady and slow, with his hands behind his back and an angry look on his face as he looked up and down at the lich who was leaving. He said with disdain: "It's you who made my city a mess."
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 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 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 she has experienced more dangerous scenes.
Gorgeous and arrogant, she added a bit of eerieness to the dark night. Under the moonlight, those red lips were unexpectedly eye-catching. Fen made the sword look like a whip, and the blade flashed like a silver sword. Whenever this silver light streaks across the night sky, it always brings 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, and no blood was stained on it. Dancing with the long sword was like a child dancing with tree branches in the countryside. The difference is that the dancing here is always accompanied by the dissipation of life.
Even the lich who is used to fighting doesn't know how to describe this feeling. When the enemy was shocked by Haggiri's ferocity and the attack paused for a moment, Fen pressed the blade of the sword curiously, but the edge was as blunt as a piece of iron.
"Hey, sister, if you don't want your fingers 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 sword's blade, coupled with the single-molecule edge and super vibration mode that the man had mentioned about this sword, it was only after he actually used it to cut people that he realized that this man could do it with just one sword. What an exaggeration. If such a weapon mode is known to other Haggiris and becomes a hostile party to themselves, how can they fight against them?
"You worry too much." Hagiri said very suddenly: "I can squander energy like this 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." As powerful as the former Demon King was, 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 hasn't the second wave of offensive come yet? Fen took a closer look and realized that except for the corpses on the ground, everything else that could still run away was gone.
"That's enough, you guys." Same words, but to different people. Fen was very impatient with the way these little thieves would just run away if something was wrong. When you see an advantage you can take advantage of, you will take a bite regardless of whether you can swallow it or not. He bit his teeth until they broke, and instead blamed the other person for being so hard. This kind of stuff is just a waste of food 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?" Shakiri said excitedly.
Suddenly a flash of inspiration occurred, and Fen stared at the sword in his hand with suspicious eyes. "You couldn't be 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 flawless reason, and the uncertainty of the outcome is indeed difficult to use as a motive for criminal prosecution. After all, the leading power of choice lies in the hands of those people. But this does not mean that there is no responsibility at all if you try to gamble on a sword.
At least, Fen didn't bother to spend extra time in this 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 I knew where they were, I could just deal with it easily. This situation is still It’s too much trouble to catch up.”
"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 is the fifth member who uses real-time communication besides a certain man, his two apprentices and himself. Should I say it's gratifying? And what kind of hair is "the hardest in the world"?
In the mood to try, Fen clicked on Shakiri's request, and immediately dozens of golden silhouette marks appeared in his vision. Moreover, it still ignores the walls and any terrain features. As long as you pay a little attention, additional information and parameters will appear, including the distance between the enemy and the enemy, speed, direction, etc.
After a moment of silence, Fin asked, "How did you do that?"
"Several arcane eye detection modes, combined with locking marks of power fluctuations, and then marking the target characteristics. It's very simple, it's 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. There are voyeuristic ones, eavesdropping ones, invisibility ones, audio and video recording ones, and secretly taking pictures. Of course, there are also those used 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 in all aspects."
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."
