Three-day moon in Wang Caili [Comprehensive]

After staying in Uruk for nearly half a year, Dao is quite satisfied with his current life.

Exclude hosts you don't like—oh, it doesn't seem to affect anything if you don't exclude them.

The character of the owner is here. It was like this half a year ago, and it will still be like this after half a year. After you get used to it, it doesn't matter.

The knife was broken once, and was repaired by the owner later.He is not a person who is ungrateful, of course what he does is to keep his gratitude in his heart, and then-do what he should do.

He thought that the king's order was executed perfectly every time.

An Anxin acts as a decoration, standing when she should stand, and sitting when she should sit. Wang is busy every day, and he can't rest by his side.Judging from this performance, he is really conscientious, well-behaved and loyal.

Although Dao didn't know why Wang was always angry.

It still had the miraculous expression of being mad at him, if he hadn't cultivated it by himself, he would have broken him up a long time ago.

——Well, he really is a man who is unpredictable and unpredictable.

There is no problem with the knife at all, at least half of it is on him.

There is no conflict between being with the master all day and having a weak relationship with the master for half a year.

He learned a lot from the King of Uruk, and the Uruk language and characters, which he was not proficient at first, are now very familiar.

It can be said that common sense and cognition have finally filled in, ignoring the non-human essence, he can already be counted as a "normal person".

In this way, there is no progress, and there are no uneven days without twists and turns. The knife can go on forever.After all, even though he was despised by his master, other human beings other than his master took special care of him, which made him feel happy besides being satisfied.

and many more.

I seem to have forgotten something...

Hahaha, I haven't forgotten.Anyway, the first time I saw it, I thought I must get the important companion in my hand, how could I forget it so casually.

Well, really.

"So, what can I do to wake him up?"

Knife started to think about this question again.

He made an attempt half a year ago, because he was awakened by the blood of King Gilgamesh, and he also dripped his own blood on the dead short knife.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, the dagger didn't move at all, and it still lay quietly on its back.

In fact, there is a method that may have a higher probability.

In other words, use the king's blood again to try to see if the sword spirit in the dagger can be awakened in the same way.

This method was thought of a long time ago, but Dao didn't want to do it, so he ruled it out from the beginning.

Because there is still rejection, in other words, he still dislikes his master, and doesn't want his "companion" to become the king's servant.

As a result, the progress has stagnated, so that although Dao has always remembered this hapless companion, he has nothing to do and has no clues, so he can only temporarily put him on hold.

Shelved and shelved, he had an accident in the middle, and almost left the dagger alone in the temple.

After a while, Dao decided to try to wake up his companion again.

It has nothing to do with him thinking about this incident after he finished his leisure. During this period, apart from standing in front of the king as a decoration, he spent the rest of his rare time studying the changes in himself.

Waking up from the darkness for the second time, Knife found out immediately that he was different from the state before he broke.

The most obvious change is reflected in the body, the entity transformed from the main body seems to be much lighter than before.Moreover, when he saw the indifferent and arrogant Wang Shi, he couldn't restrain the killing intent that rolled up, and it seemed to have weakened.

And, there is one more change.

If it is said that the reason why he was able to wake up in the past was because he obtained the power contained in the king's blood, that power is extremely powerful and has enough vitality.

He does not have this power himself, and can only rely on external power supply.

Well, it's now.

Dao was a little surprised to find that there was also a strange power in his body.

Although very faint, there is not much difference between presence and absence.However, this is a change that breaks through the limit. Even if he has no idea why this change occurred, he can still realize its importance.

It should be a good thing.

What will happen in the end is still unknown.

He looked at it quite openly, and was only surprised at the beginning, and then he didn't have any entanglements in his heart.

Try again this time.

So, with the idea of ​​"try it, maybe you will succeed", Dao was very optimistic, and took out the short knife that had been idle for half a year.

呲la.

He cut off his own hand.

Probably because he was worried about not having enough blood, this cut was quite ruthless, and a column of blood sprayed out from the scratch that suddenly appeared between the wrists, making even the dagger belt itself red.The originally clean ground was also dripping with spots of blood.

Not to mention how much this scene was made by him like a murder scene, the knife was in it, his face remained unchanged, and his eyes stayed on his blood-soaked companion.

"Did you make it."

A glimmer of dark light flashed in Youlan's eyes. Since the sight did not shift for a moment, the blood was stained on the smooth and shiny knife, which was slightly similar to his body, and it did not slip off but blended into it. Naturally, Completely reflected in the eyes.

It should be a success.

Even if it has not yet been formed, this conclusion can already be drawn in advance.

White light flickered in the hand, not polluted by messy blood stains, and quickly spread in the room.

The palm of the knife lightened, and immediately after, the short knife wrapped in light left his grasp.

The white light swelled and gathered at a place a few steps away from him. After a few moments of accumulation, a somewhat short but recognizable human shape was formed.

"call……"

The soft cry of the knife seemed to be a sigh of relief, but this voice was a bit too soft.

It seemed that he just let out some blood in disapproval, but in this way, his spirit seemed to be weakened, his complexion was slightly pale, and the look in his eyes was also dimmed.

He was still smiling.

It's just that, staying alone in the side hall, he sat on the edge of the soft bed, and seemed to be unable to sit still for a while, and his body almost fell over——

Not far ahead, the white light was in full bloom and finally showed signs of fading away.

And when it faded, the masked figure began to appear.

The only weak power in the knife body was drained instantly!

"……Well!"

Dao's pupils constricted, and almost at the same time, the severe pain of the heart being crushed by a giant hand spread from the chest to the whole body in an instant.

Now, I can't hold on any longer.

He didn't even have time to see clearly the appearance of his companion who finally woke up, his body really tilted and fell to the ground...

……

"I! Jinjian! It's Yoshitsune's guardian sword...Huh? It seems that I don't need to say this now? Huh? It's so strange, what's going on here..."

Halfway through the self-introduction, Imaken felt something was wrong and paused in doubt.

His human form is a short boy with white hair and red pupils, dressed like a tengu, only missing a pair of wings.The steps fell to the ground cheerfully, in addition to the patter, there was also the crisp sound of splashing water.

……and many more?

The sound of water?

Jin Jian didn't finish his sentence: "Wow!"

There happened to be a pool of water under his feet, and he was caught off guard, and unexpectedly, his feet slipped directly.

Snapped!

Jin Jian fell face down, and suddenly fell dizzy.

However, unexpected.

He didn't fall straight onto the hard floor. When he fell, he hit something hard but somewhat soft under his body.

Like bones?

But where did the bones come from?

Jin Jian: "Woo!"

He was caught.

After his head stopped dizzy, his consciousness, which had been sluggish for a few degrees, came back slowly. The white-haired boy who had been pressed against the "obstacle" pressed one hand to the ground next to him, and his palm was full of "water".

Under such circumstances, he pushed hard and opened his eyes wide——

The "obstacle" I'm pressing down on is a person.

A person who was so familiar that he was struck by lightning on the spot.

The blue-haired youth fell in front of him.

His clothes, his face and short hair were all stained by a crimson color that didn't blend with blue.Just like gorgeous plum blossoms, spread here wantonly, making the beholders dazzled.

Yes.

It turned out that the "water" that made Jinjian slippery, and the "water stains" on the palm of his trembling hand that he put in front of his eyes at this time, were not water at all.

But—blood!

Jin Jian: "..."

Jin Jian: "..."

Jinjian: "Three Riyue ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

*****

Wang is resting.

There were fewer things to do today than usual, and there were no pastimes that aroused his interest, so he went to bed earlier.

After the maids served him to sleep, they retreated consciously, and King Mingming didn't say anything.

It may be related to the knife that was sent to the side hall by the king to fend for itself, and the day is enough to stop dangling in front of his eyes at night. The real reason is that the king didn't bother to delve into it.

After all, he was indeed a little tired, and it was rare for him to have a chance to sleep for a while, so he naturally had to take a good rest.

No one would be so blind to disturb the king's rest at this time.

unless--

It was a person who was completely out of condition, stumbled and hurried, and ran into his bedroom purely by coincidence.

Wang opened his eyes on the soft bed before the other party broke in.

However, noise tends to come faster than picture.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, help—"

It was like the cry of a child.

In view of the language that Wang didn't understand but heard from someone's mouth before, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and a gloomy look appeared in his eyes.

Bang!

The kid who had never seen it before rushed in in a panic.

Blood was smeared on the clothes, tears were streaming down, as soon as he saw the blond man who opened his eyes and looked over, he rushed towards him regardless of who he was.

"Help, save, save! Sanriyue was seriously injured, please, please! Where is the God Judge?!"

king:"?"

The man sat up straight, and with his eyes slanted down, even the dagger who was not in the situation could instantly sense the crisis.

Jin Jian was taken aback.

Then, with a loud cry.