[Douluo + Sword Three] Mirror Shadow of the Dark Moon

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A somewhat familiar cold snort interrupted Wen Jingle's thoughts. He looked at Lu Sui's gloomy face and thought he was dissatisfied with his indolence, so he hurriedly knelt down to heal him. At the same time, I secretly wanted to slap myself, what are you thinking! My life is still in his hands!

However, the distraction from his previous thoughts prevented him from being as alert as before, and focused most of his attention on Lu Sui's wound.

Tsk, Lu Sui thought to himself, no way, little pigeon, just be wary. Of course he understood the reason, but if he had let down his guard because of his young age, he would have died hundreds of times.

Looking at the swan-like white and slender neck not far away from him due to the kneeling posture, Lu Sui flicked his fingers gently and his eyes deepened.

After a few glances, Lu Sui calmed down his thoughts and turned his attention to the serious-looking person in front of him.

Wen Jingle's martial spirit was a harp, the same harp Lu Sui saw he was holding. It had seven silver strings, was brown and red, and had a dark luster. It was engraved with complex but beautiful and harmonious patterns.

Well, a sword is missing.

Wen Jingle kept squatting down, holding the piano in his left hand, and resting the head of the piano on his bent right leg. He gently plucked the strings with his right hand, and the clear and clear sound of the piano flowed on the wound with the soul power. Lu Sui's tense heartstrings seemed to be plucked by a pair of invisible hands at the same time, and his spirit was soothed by the gentle grooming of those hands. The soft and comfortable feeling made Lu Sui relieve the coldness on his face, and he relaxed a little comfortably.

The wound quickly stopped bleeding and healed in the cyan soul power. He could feel a slight warmth flowing through the wound, as if he was being caressed and caressed, and it was slightly itchy. The comfortable feeling caused his eyes to narrow slightly, and his thin eyelids blocked the cold light inside.

Lu Sui's gaze stayed on Wen Jingle's side face, with a little inquiry. He hadn't felt such a relaxing feeling for a long time. It was not physical, but spiritual relaxation.

Is it his soul skill? Does the second soul skill have such an effect?

"Okay." Lu Sui interrupted Wen Jingle's treatment.

Most of the injuries on his body only had shallow marks, and there were only a few wounds that were deep enough to show bone and looked a bit ferocious. Whether it was due to lack of ability or intentionality, the injury to his left arm only stopped the bleeding and dissipated the remaining soul power that continued to destroy him.

Wen Jingle's face was a little pale due to the loss of his soul power. It seemed that he was a little reluctant with his current soul power.

He was a little surprised when he heard this, then nodded and took back his martial spirit.

Lu Sui stood up, straightened out his somewhat torn clothes, and suddenly strangled Wen Jingle's slender neck like lightning.

Bang!

Wen Jingle felt his eyes blurred and his back hurt. Before he could react, Lu Sui had grabbed his neck and pressed him against the wall. His legs were firmly pressed against the opponent's legs and he couldn't move. His face turned pale, and his hands reflexively tried to reach Lu Sui's hand holding his neck, but Lu Sui's other hand pinched his wrist together.

how come! He didn't treat his arm at all!

With all his hands and feet under control, Wen Jingle raised his head and stared into Lu Sui's eyes, which were full of resentment, mixed with shock and deep disappointment.

"Shameless!"

Lu Sui stood up taller than Wen Jinngle and looked down at him with this compulsive posture. Seeing him scolding me with a little expression on his face that he wanted to bite himself to death.

"Huh? Shameless? Did I promise you anything?" Lu Sui was a bit playful.

"You are despicable!" Wen Jingle became even more angry when he heard this, and struggled violently regardless of the hand stuck on his neck.

Lu Sui subconsciously tightened his grip on his hand. Seeing that his face turned red due to his strength, he quickly loosened his fingers. Afterwards, I felt the delicate touch of the skin in my hand, and my index finger unconsciously rubbed his delicate neck twice.

"Hiss—let go!" Lu Sui suddenly took a breath of cold air and shouted coldly.

Wen Jingle took advantage of the moment when Lu Sui relaxed his grip on him, lunged forward, and bit Lu Sui's chin hard.

After finally biting it, how could Wen Jingle let go easily? Hearing this, he bit down harder, and instantly his mouth was filled with the smell of blood.

Lu Sui's eyes sharpened and he tightened his right hand holding his neck. The moment of suffocation made Wen Jingle feebly release his teeth. Lu Sui saw the painful look on his face in his hands, and his eyes flashed. He did not continue to exert force, but instead let go of his hand and squeezed his wrist gently. jaw.

She touched the place where he was bitten with her hand and saw bright red blood on her hand.

"Do you want to die?" Lu Sui looked at him with cold eyes.

Wen Jingle was speechless by his jawbone and could only glare at him angrily. It looked like he wanted to take another bite.

"So explosive? Do you know that the only person who has hurt me in this world is still alive?" He said, pinching the slightly bulging soft flesh on his cheeks.

Wen Jingle's eyes flashed, and she saw the angry look on his face through the dim moonlight, and her heart suddenly trembled. He also knew that he should not anger him and should find a way to escape. He didn't know where he got the courage just now, but now that the impulse had passed, it was too late to regret it.

"Regret? It's too late. What do you think, how about knocking out your teeth one by one?" A malicious sneer broke out on Lu Sui's face, he opened his lips with his thumb and tapped his neatly manicured nails. Wen Jingle had a pointed little tiger tooth in his mouth, and after knocking it, he touched the tip of the tooth.

A look of panic immediately appeared in Wen Jingle's eyes, as if he didn't expect this man to have such vicious thoughts. At this age, his teeth are no longer deciduous, and if they fall out, they will never grow back. Speaking of which, today was a completely unforeseen disaster. I went to the night market and got lost in the maze-like alleys of the old city, where I met such a big devil. Forget about repaying kindness with hatred, no one is allowed to resist, and now they have to be tortured even before death.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved. A mist filled his eyes. In an instant, the mist condensed into water droplets and accumulated in his eyes. The eyelids trembled and finally couldn't help but slide down his cheeks. After the first drop, they fell one after another like broken beads.

The moment tears fell down Wen Jingle's face, Lu Sui froze, a moment of confusion flashed in his eyes, his face tightened subconsciously, and he looked colder. Most people couldn't see his true emotions at all. .

This is the last thing he would handle. Because few people cry in front of him, not counting enemies, those are dead people in his eyes. Junior brothers and sisters who love to cry will not come to him to cry. As for those who are scared to cry by him, they will be dragged away by other disciples. Other than that, they are all insignificant people. What does crying have to do with him.

But this one was different. He made him cry. He felt inexplicably guilty of bullying a child. And Wen Jingle was not like the children he was annoyed with. He didn't say a word, just cried silently, making people feel distressed for no reason.

Lu Sui let go of the hand that was restraining him, and a handkerchief appeared out of thin air. He handed it to Wen Jingle, "Stop crying."

His voice was cold and stiff, sounding like a command. Wen Jingle turned her head and ignored him without saying a word. The coldness around Lu Sui became even stronger.

Wen Jingle stopped handing it to him if he didn't pick it up. He took two steps back and said in a calm voice, "I was joking just now, don't take it seriously."

Wen Jingle got out of his control and squatted down on the spot. His arms folded on his knees covered his expression, but his shoulders shook from time to time, making people think that he was still crying.

Lu Sui looked at him for a while and said, "Okay, it's my fault." Seeing that Jingle's body trembled, but he still lay there without raising his head, he frowned and said, "What do you want?"

"Let me go." Wen Jingle's voice was muffled and hoarse.

Lu Sui snorted, "I never wanted to do anything to you."

Wen Jingle's covered eyes moved, and when he raised his head again, there were no tears in his eyes, "What about you just now?"

"Let you learn a lesson." Lu Sui said.

Wen Jingle stood up suddenly and looked at him with wide eyes in disbelief. He raised his head to reveal his still tingling neck, silently accusing him with a circle of blue and purple marks.

Lu Sui glanced at his neck. The ring of finger marks looked scary, but it was just a look. With a soul master's physique, it wouldn't be noticeable in two or three days. Anyone else's neck would have been broken.

He just said lightly: "Oh, who asked you to bite me."

"You..." Wen Jingle choked at his naturally cold tone. He had never encountered such a person who would strangle someone's neck on the spur of the moment. Don't think that he didn't know that he wanted to kill him just for a moment, don't talk about a stress reaction.

This man looked cold and dangerous, and he couldn't be blamed for his subconscious resistance when he was restrained like that. Isn’t it just a bite? Although he thought this way, Wen Jingle felt a little guilty. He still remembered that he basically used all his strength in that moment...

Jing Le looked calm but his eyes were wandering. Lu Sui felt the stinging pain on his chin and slowly approached step by step. Wen Jingle had already more or less understood his nature, so she didn't dare to have any overreaction this time. She just slowly backed away until her back was pressed against the wall, leaning against the wall and staring at him warily.

Lu Sui suddenly smiled, and the coldness on his body disappeared. He lowered his head and whispered into his ear: "Do you know that I never suffer?"

Being shrouded in his cold and oppressive aura, without the anger that had previously occupied his mind, Wen Jingle realized how ambiguous this gesture was. Warm breath sprayed against his ears along with the hoarse voice. He didn't even dare to breathe. It might be the lack of oxygen that made his head dizzy. He thought, did he know or did he do it on purpose?

Oh, I forgot, he was only eleven or twelve years old, so he didn't realize it at all. He is so scary at this age, what a monster.

With all these thoughts in his mind, Wen Jingle's eyes were still looking at Lu Sui to see what he was going to do.

Lu Sui lowered his head and got closer, sniffing at his neck. Wen Jingle's heart skipped a beat, and a touch of warmth and softness touched his collarbone, followed by a slight pain there, leaving only a hint of coolness.

"See you later." While Wen Jingle was stunned, the man had disappeared.

He touched his collarbone with his hand, and a warmth gradually crept up his face. There was a shallow tooth mark there, so shallow that it would disappear soon.

It’s true that hatred must be repaid...

Just as a smile was about to appear on his face, Wen Jingle suddenly thought of something, and the smile only froze at the corner of his mouth.

We will see you later... Oh, I didn’t even leave my name, so we will see you later!

Wen Jingle rubbed away the stiffness at the corners of her mouth with her hands and unconsciously touched her collarbone. There was nothing there anymore...

An unknown sneer suddenly appeared in the dark alley, and was immediately swallowed up by silence.

After a while, a black figure appeared silently in the deserted dead-end alley. He squeezed his slowly healing arm and looked up at the dark night sky without stars or moon. His equally dark eyes were even deeper and he didn't know what he was thinking.