After being auctioned, I was taken by Long Aotian... [Xi Huan]

"Why does the snake bite its own tail?"

Sero's eyes sparkled with a curious gleam.He is full of innocence and purity. On his baby fat face, there is only curiosity in the harmless smile.

But Nuer's face was pulled down, and his vigilance could be felt through the mask.His fingers caressed the dagger at his upper waist without any trace, and his eyes hidden under the shadow of the hood looked sharply at the person who asked the question.

"Why did the snake bite its own tail?" Sero asked again, he noticed Nuer's little movement, and pressed his hands on the other's arm.Repeat slowly and firmly, in a tone that never rests until you get the right answer.

"Snake, why, bite, yourself, tail?!"

"What's the purpose?" Null grabbed Sero's wrist with his backhand in a movement invisible to the naked eye.

Nuer's movements were too fast, even Sero, who had no opponents all over the street, couldn't see clearly.He was in an instinctive counterattack, and his arm went under the opponent's hand.

It may be that I didn't expect to resist, or it may be other reasons.Null was stunned for a moment, and Sero seized the opportunity of this moment to lead Null's arm grabbing his wrist and twisting it back, as nimbly as a cat.

"I just want to know!" Sero grinningly leaned against Nuer's back, grabbed his strong forearm with both hands, stood on tiptoe and put his chin on his shoulder, "Since Nuer wants to be friends with me, so Are you unwilling to answer a simple question?"

"That's up to you." Usually, getting your arm twisted like this would just result in a fall.But Nuer still stood up straight, as if sprained joints did not exist for him.

The assassin's body was lighter than Sero's imagination, with the captured forearm as the center, Null made a backflip that humans could not do.The legs that he stepped on Sero's body were almost weightless. For a man of his size, the weight was about the same as a piece of goose feather.

Surprised, Sero let go of Null's arm.When he faced the sullen face of Shangnuoer again, he knew that he had caused trouble.

"Yes...I'm sorry—! Sorry, sorry!" Sero apologized again and again, with a face full of pity and helplessness, "Please forgive me!"

The answer he received was that he was roughly thrown to bed.The old bed board wailed, and Sero rubbed his painful back from falling on the bed, barely struggling to sit up.In the next second, Nuer ruthlessly pushed him back again.

Still pressed back with his knees.Now, Null's weight is back.He pressed one knee against Sero's chest, his condescending eyes were stiffer than granite, colder than ice.Sero sank into the bed quilt, his little claws helplessly grabbing the opponent's powerful thigh.

The weight on him was greater than that of an ox, leaving him breathless and flushed.

"That's it." Nuer reached out to touch the dagger at his waist, a silver light flashed in the air, "Boy."

Seeing the dagger slowly approaching, Sero squeezed out a few syllables from his chest with all his strength: "Tattoo...Tattoo...See...Other...People...A long time ago... ..."

The dagger stopped in mid-air, and the weight on the body was also slightly removed.Regaining the right to breathe, Selo desperately gulped in air, too much air entered his lungs, making him feel a little dizzy.

The assassin watched all this coldly, waiting patiently for him to catch his breath.

"I don't want to do anything to you," Sero hugged the other's warm thighs with both hands, and physiological tears flowed down his face flushed from desperate breathing, "I just want to talk to you."

"We won't talk," Null replied coldly, "but you will have an interrogation."

Sero's face turned pale in an instant. When Nuer grabbed his collar and pulled it up, he quickly grabbed the bedpost, twisted his body and kicked his legs, and got rid of the opponent's restraint.

Now Nuer's eyes were even more gloomy, and he reached out to grab Si Luo's waist.Sero used all fours like a cat, turned over and ran back to the bed.They circled the bed a few times, and their fighting moves were surprisingly similar, to the point where they could predict each other's actions.

The poor bed and bedposts were creaking and the floor was shaking.Downstairs, the guests of the Old Hans Hotel looked at the dusty beer in the glass and looked up at the ceiling that was constantly falling from the dust.

"That bumbling guy, he's having a lot of fun!" He yelled loudly to ask Old Hans to change him a glass of beer, and he changed his seat and sat down, "Say no with your mouth, look at what they're doing What! The ceiling is about to collapse!"

In the guest room on the second floor, the two people who were facing each other finally stopped.Even with the same moves, Null successfully subdued Cerro without killing him.

Selo's belt now binds his hands behind his back, and his long legs are bound by the torn sheets.Null grabbed his shoulders and pushed him hard against the door.

Null pushed his body vigorously, gnashed his teeth and asked in his ear: "Who do you work for?"

"Ha... old... old Hans..." The hot air from between his teeth pierced into his ear holes, making Sero's scalp tingle, and he shrank his neck sensitively to dodge, "He is the owner of this inn."

"You know? Boy, some people are very good at interrogating." Null pushed Cerro hard a few times, the door panel and the butterfly bone collided violently, and wailed, "You will regret that you didn't say enough, okay Satisfy them. Sometimes, though, they simply enjoy torturing. Screaming and pain is all those guys make a living."

"I'm not going to betray or betray you, I can swear it," Cerro said. "If I do, I've got a lot of opportunities this week. I really just want to talk to you."

Nuer asked coldly: "Where did you learn the fighting skills?"

"From myself." Sero rolled his eyes and smiled, "It's called - Invincible Meow Meow Fist! Do you want to learn? I'll teach you!"

Old Hans looked up at the stairs on the second floor. The banging sound from the door panel made him a little worried. He didn't have the money to replace the door now.He was also uncomfortable with the bawdy teasing of the loafers drinking on the ground floor.

"Those two guys are still fighting fiercely, but the door panel is not strong!"

"What bullshit do you know! Get stuck on the door and get fucked to death so you can use the door to lift it away."

"Damn it, that Silo guy, it turns out he's just such a bitch!"

Noisily chattering and agreeing—Cero is having a blast right now.

And on the second floor, Sero stared tearfully at the assassin begging for mercy with his back full of pain. "Don't touch me, it hurts! I'll tell you!" Sero lost a shoe during the fight.He was pressed against the door panel, his feet didn't touch the ground, his bare foot was reddened by strangulation, he was so pitiful, "I learned it in prison, the person who taught me..."

"Have silver hair," he scowled in self-pity, "like you."

Null looked at him silently.

"Cold blue eyes," he went on, "like you."

Nuer's face was still cold and hard.

"Over 40 years old," Sero said with a hint of naughtiness on his face, "same as you."

The door panel shook violently again.

"Sorry, sorry, this is different from you!" Sero quickly changed his words, "You look more than 20, he is more than 40, this is different! I stayed in prison for a while, and he taught me how to protect myself."

Null stared at him for a long time, and asked, "Joe...no, where is he now?"

Sero stared back frankly, and replied in the most sincere tone: "I spent a month in prison, and after being released on bail by Old Hans—after all, I was only arrested for fighting—a few days later, he Mysteriously disappeared from the prison. There is no escape hole, no broken doors and windows of the cell, and even the body can’t be seen. He seems to disappear mysteriously out of thin air. However, before I left, he asked me to keep something for him. To whomever he appoints."

"What?" Null asked.

"You let me down first," Sero took the opportunity to bargain, "I can't find it like this! I won't run away, but I have to make sure that you are the person he is looking for."

Null thought for a moment, then let go of Sero.

Stepping on the floor again, Sero let out a long sigh.He thought angrily in his heart, why do these tall guys like to lift people up?Do they appear to be taller?However, the dagger on his back prevented him from speaking out his thoughts.

After untying his hands and feet, Sero turned his head and glanced at Nuer: "You seem to know who he is, but I don't know his name. Is his name 'Joe'?"

Nuer's eyes flickered slightly, and he replied coldly: "It's sort of."

"Joe said, let me hand over the thing to something, butterfly... Butterfly!" Cerro now has the bargaining chips, with a little smug expression on his face, "He told me how to identify that butterfly, but you How do you prove that you are the butterfly?"

"Yes—the blight butterfly." Null took a step back and raised the three-inch-long sharp weapon in his hand.

Shadows gathered from all directions.

It was the same as what Sero saw that night.

They are like sticky molluscs, moving fast without making any sound.They climbed up Null's body, toward his arms.They gathered into a ball, wrapping the three-inch knife.

The shadow grows and expands under Sero's gaze.

From six or seven inches, to eleven inches, to one foot, to two feet...they gradually bend, from thin, translucent, to thick, hard, and solid.

When they reach about [-] feet [-] inches, the change stops.

Null grabbed the handles of the knives and snapped them in two.The shadow was cut off by the steel, and two identical scimitars appeared in his hands. The sharp steel sliced ​​through the air, piercing the air with a sharp roar.He folded his arms across his chest, put his fist against his forearm, and held the scimitar upside down.

The lines of the arm and the knife outline the wings of the butterfly.

And the way he hugged his chest formed a mysterious symbol.

Sero tilted his head and opened his mouth in surprise: "Is this magic?"

"No." Nuer put away the props calmly. He waved the two scimitars back to the three-inch knife, "What did he want you to deliver?"

"Wait." Sero stretched out his hand and took out a note from his small body bag, "Is that the way you did it just now?!" He imitated Ner, crossing his arms in front of his chest and pressing his fists against it. big arm.

The assassin answered this question in his silent way.

Sero pursed his mouth indifferently, and showed the note in front of his eyes.

The yellowed paper, with the remaining warmth of Cerro that has not yet dissipated.In addition to a huge "∞" symbol, it also says "Plague Butterfly".

"You can say this name," Sero said with crescent-like eyebrows and a little smug smile, "you can also do the trick Jonathan said, even though you know his name but don't want to tell me... Hey hey! Don't be angry Ah!" Rejecting the face that suddenly approached, Se Luo's smile was no longer complacent, "You don't think he wants me to give this thing to other people casually?"

His behavior was recognized.Nuer let go of him, and said dissatisfiedly, "Use out as many tricks as you have left."

"You believe me, I know." Sero sticks out his little pink tongue, and winks at Nuer, "Jonathan said you would do this gesture, saying that this symbol represents the 'plague butterfly', but I feel like two zeros Together." He babbled, lying on the wall and patting here and there with his little paws, "Look, here it is!"

He carefully removed the bricks from the wall, took out the dusty wooden box from inside, and blew hard.

"Cough, cough cough——!" The flying dust made Se Luo cough non-stop, waved his hand to drive away the dust, and Se Luo opened the box, and there was a wooden tube-shaped thing lying quietly inside. "I don't know why Jonathan is so precious, this little thing, I thought it was a flute before!" He grabbed the handle on the wooden barrel and pulled it out forcefully, and the shining silver needle drew an afterimage in the air, "That's all Iron, none of the blacksmiths in this town would buy it!"

The cold air coming out of Null made Selo shut his mouth wisely.He put the things back into the box, but when Nuer reached out to grab them, he held them tightly in his arms and didn't let go. "Then you haven't answered my question!" he said. "Why did the snake bite its own tail?"

Nuer's tone was not kind, and he asked him back with a bad attitude: "Why do you have to know this?"

"Jonathan has this tattoo on his body," Selo hugged the box, and kept away from Nuer vigilantly, "you have it too, and the little guy who punched in the Stonewall Bar also has it. It's all in the lower back, don't tell me this Coincidence. I saw you with several people the night you came. You, the little guy, and Jonathan... what does that tattoo mean."

"Knowing too much may put you in danger." Nuer's low air pressure made June and midsummer extremely cold, and he slowly approached Cerro, his tone was as dangerous as his behavior, "Even so , if you also want to know, can you afford the consequences?"

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Null: Do you know how we punish naughty kids?

Sero: I don't know! (Clever)

After a few minutes……

Little Cerro lay on the bed with his smoldering red buttocks and wept aggrievedly.

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By the way, I also drew Null's character on the scarf.

Scarf: Jinjiang Changge Fantasy Dream

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