The indescribable "I"

The drowsy setting sun is like an eye covered with a veil.

It has a warm tone but coldly overlooks a killing of floating swords and swords.

The overlapping shadows jumped into a murderous dance, and the elegant metal sharp weapons collided and lingered, cutting out a chilling neigh, and the elongated sharp sword light shone in the two pairs of extremely dark pupils.

In the third round, the clown and Bai Jiu faced each other.

Mr. Clown smiled frivolously, and pulled out a thin sword out of nowhere.

The bright gold-plated hilt, the slender blade has a cold edge, and the cold cut surface protrudes in the shape of a flower, which is a beautiful rose.

It's like a work of art.

But when he licked his blood-red lips and rushed forward recklessly, the elegant rapier like a work of art became a sharp weapon for killing in his hands. The cold weapon was handed over, and his eyes were full of bloodthirsty light.

The arc of the sword fell like a cold lightning, and Bai Jiu, who was holding a short dagger, suffered a disadvantage. He quickly backed up, adjusted his posture, and looked at the weapon that had been with him for several hours, there was a white dent in his hand.

The clown didn't give him a chance to breathe, and he laughed loudly as he drew closer, "Continue!"

Bai Jiu twitched the corners of her mouth and sneered, "Okay, then continue."

Purple-red arcs surrounded his side intimately, and his slender hair was slightly fluffed up. Bai Jiu decisively threw away the short dagger, and with a flip of his hand, a rapier with the same appearance appeared in his hand.

——The golden hilt, the cold blade, and the outline of some details are slowly forming...

The more complex aspects are less nuanced.

The clown watched with interest: "Is this... a pirated version of the sword in my hand?"

"Its quality is enough to beat your sword." Bai Jiu said.

"Then try and talk." He laughed.

The two equally life-threatening weapons, the icy metal burns to scalding heat in the friction again and again, the sword condensed with elements in Bai Jiu's hand is constantly being perfected, no longer like a slightly rough imitation, but like it came from the same furnace The "twin brother" of

This shows his badness in a certain aspect, and he needs to use replicas to suppress the original and make it fragmented.

The cold sword tip like a snake letter can't wait to lick the opponent's master's neck, watching the gurgling blood spurt out.

The clown's swordsmanship is obviously from systematic training, but it is not bound by the usual rules, and it is extremely ferocious.

Bai Jiu was slightly worse. He used to practice a little swordsmanship, but he just opened the library of the former black mage without anyone's guidance. He learned from the pictures and words on the books by himself.

As a result, he was at a disadvantage in the duel of cold weapons.

But he is not a warrior who specializes in swordsmanship, but a very talented mage.

The darkness born from the shadows, the dense dark green climbing, the golden twisted into a dense joint, the cold ice blue... Not including the light that is naturally contradictory to him, the elements are all trying their best to be used by him.

After several spells in succession, thin beads of sweat ooze from Bai Jiu's skin texture.

Now...not night, his usual dark element is not dense, and dusk stands on the neutral side, independent of day and darkness.

The clown was thwarted many times, he was looking for opportunities to attack while dodging with a smile on his face.

It doesn't seem to be affected much, it's not a supernatural physique, but it seems to have some kind of magic resistance.

The two confronted each other, and for a long time, the two sides maintained an impartial balance.

After a few minutes, the situation changed.

Bai Jiu's moves with the sword were extremely vicious and violent. He seemed to be a bit reckless. He rushed up against the light of the sword several times, and his cool black eyes frequently left reflections in the clown's blue eyes.

The clown skillfully deflected the menacing attack, admiring and regretting in his heart.It is admirable that Bai Jiu is a good opponent, but it is a pity that he is hostile to the opponent.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a slight pain in his ankle.

what happened?

He looked down in a little surprise, his trousers covering his heels were torn, and a cold light jumped into his eyes.

—It is silk thread.

On the way back, he pulled a few thin silk threads out of thin air, each of which had a tough luster and was undoubtedly sharp.

The Joker is momentarily distracted.

At this moment, Bai Jiu rushed over.

"and many more--"

These silk threads are too dense, cutting off his back path, and also tripping Bai Jiu's footsteps.

Of course, the clown didn't want to remind the enemy, he was just surprised that this was a trap laid by Bai Jiu, but the other party continued to attack him regardless, and he would obviously be injured——

The fake smiling mask was a little bit broken, and he stared at this unexpected scene in a daze.

A few blood flowers exploded, and there was a wailing sound of cloth being torn, and Bai Jiu cast a cold glance at him.

The silk threads that do not distinguish between friend and foe are embedded in his master's flesh, opening countless small wounds, his clothes are faintly red in many places, and a drop of blood flows from his cold face, which happens to be dotted in the corner of his eyes, Like a charming tear mole.

The special paint then spread out on the special canvas, and a thin line of blood emerged, running through the upper half of his face, barely avoiding the eyes.

New scars were growing on his face.

Treacherous and cruel, he behaved extremely calmly.

This is not to injure the enemy one thousand, but to injure oneself by eight hundred.

This damn is barely hurting the enemy a hundred, and hurting oneself a thousand! ! !

But it also presents a great opportunity.

It was this extraordinary courage that brought the clown to the ground with a huge force.

The thin sword in Bai Jiu's hand pierced through his shoulder bone, and the tip was embedded straight into the cement stone.

"Good job!",

The crazy eyes of the lunatic were mixed with undisguised appreciation, and he applauded loudly.

Bai Jiu felt the sting on his face, and pulled out the rapier without a trace of emotion, a beam of dark red splashed obliquely, the clown let out a muffled grunt, and then laughed softly, his eyes were smudged with blood, dark blue tone and cruel blood red blend.

The distorted heart that he thought was transporting sickly blood flowed through his body, scurrying crazily in his blood vessels, which made him feel a kind of crazy excitement to the extreme.

He let go of the sword and wiped his face hard.

Bai Jiu noticed his small movements, stepped on his hand, and the toes rolled over the slender knuckles, making a violent clicking sound.

Then he kicked the rapier far away.

Most of the oil paint applied on the clown's face was dissolved by blood, and after wiping, the outline was clearly visible.

His appearance is slightly feminine, but also has sharp lines, three-dimensional and deep like a neutral model, his skin is the kind of pale that has not seen the sun for a long time, slightly curly brown hair sets off the dark blue eyes, they are always burning crazy The flames seemed to want to burn everything up.

A shallow pool of blood was forming under the clown.

"Okay, dear!" He fell to the ground, hummed twice, his voice pretending to be sweet, "You won, why don't you come and enjoy your loyal spoils?"

The clown's two fat-free legs moved slightly, overlapping each other, and said with a smile.

"Come?"

He raised his injured finger and hooked it.

Bai Jiu frowned, planning to step on the other person's face, he bent down slightly——

I'm going to break his tendons first, so that it's easier to interrogate.

Suddenly, in the secret place, someone quietly drew the bow.

Cold light flashed.

An arrow was shot at them with great speed.

Bai Jiu's sixth sense kicked in just in time, and he just felt a chill run up his spine.

——The arrow has drawn a slender shadow in the pupil.

He subconsciously wanted to move, but his legs suddenly sank, and he lowered his head to look.

The clown smiled maliciously, he was hugging his legs, and he didn't even move, his lips opened and closed, "Okay, honey, it was you last time, this time it's my turn to accompany you crazy .”

He curled up in pleasure, his lips were blood red, and the feeling of madness was lingering.

The appearance is weak and pale, and also grotesque.

madman!

With the "help" of the clown.

The arrow had arrived, and he took the blow from nowhere.

It pierced the right arm.

He's less sensitive to pain, which wasn't a big deal, he was just about to pull out the arrow—

It hurts—

Severe pain hit.

Even he couldn't bear it, Bai Jiu's indifferent expression finally showed fluctuations.

The scorching pain, like being scorched by a fire, was like some kind of small bug burrowing into his bone marrow, gnawing madly at every inch it went.The viscera suddenly felt dull, as if someone had dug open his belly and poured hot molten iron into it.

Damn it—the ends of his eyes were tinged with scarlet, and his sanity was rapidly collapsing.

Bai Jiu's whole body began to lose control. He wanted to stand up, but almost fell down, so he could only stand up with the support of thin arrows.

It hurts, it hurts! ! !

There was a haze like water mist floating in front of his eyes, which was the unstoppable secretion of physiological saline from the eyeballs.

etc--

Bai Jiu suddenly felt that the pain was a little familiar, it was not just floating on the surface of the body, it was the soul, and his soul was screaming for pain! ! !

The arrow crossed his current body and aimed at the soul, and happened to hit his weak spot.

The frailty of soul is his greatest shortcoming.

"Ah, our situation has changed." When he struggled to support himself and became unconscious, the clown stood up. The wound on his shoulder was still bleeding, but he acted as if nothing happened. The incident just now was very serious. Luckily he wasn't hurt.

A man walked up to him, wearing a black robe and a mask, and saluted him respectfully.

"My lord, I'm sorry I didn't arrive in time."

"You are... NO.17." Hearing the familiar voice, the clown squinted his eyes, he yawned casually, and with the tip of his tongue against his mouth, he tasted a strong smell of blood, "Didn't I tell you to stay outside?" Are you waiting?"

The person known as NO.17 lowered his head, shrank slightly, and said nothing.

"Well, since you came in time, let's forget it this time."

The clown stared at the collapsed Bai Jiu, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Thank you for your kindness." NO.17 lowered his head even more.

"By the way, what's wrong with your face?" The clown's attention shifted slightly, his eyes fell on the mask covering his entire face, his tone was indifferent.

"Just a little injury." NO.17 replied.

"pick up!"

The clown's order without warning could not be refused: "Take it off and let me see."

"Yes, my lord."

NO.17 carried out the order without the slightest hesitation, and took off his mask.

His face was almost unrecognizable in the crowd, and there was a terrifying scar on his plain facial features.

"...Okay." The clown looked at it carefully and looked away. He remembered the appearance of every subordinate. This is undoubtedly No.17, but he always had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, "Take it."

Maybe he's a little sensitive.

Only then did he return his attention to Bai Jiu.

He has one face in front of his subordinates, and another face in front of Bai Jiu.

The severe pain from the soul couldn't keep him awake. Bai Jiu knelt down on one knee, beads of sweat kept falling to the ground, making small circular pits. Sensing the approach of the clown, the raised pupils tried to maintain their sharpness for a moment.

"Why bother, dear."

He squatted down halfway, picked up a strand of Bai Jiu's hair with a smile, and put it on his lips to kiss.The back of his hand erased the last trace of cover on his face, and the clown looked like a molesting bum with a good skin at the moment.

"I think it's better for you to fall down." As he said that, he pulled away the last bit of support, put his hands on the back of his head, and pressed his head hard to the ground, laughing without warning.

Bai Jiu fell to the ground in embarrassment, his lips and teeth moved slightly, and he uttered a word, "Get lost!"

"Don't think you're tough." The clown winked playfully at him, "It won't be like this anytime soon."

He leaned down and whispered, "Well, although I like your current appearance very much, I prefer you in your soul state."

"So, I have to contact your soul first, find the deepest root center, and completely control you from there, so that I can peel off your beautiful soul. I have to say, I am a little excited now—"

A smile of anticipation flitted across his lips.

"Okay, let's get started now."

The author has something to say: Clown (smiling): "I want to see what the deepest part of his soul is like."

The author grabbed his collar and yelled: "Brother, your fucking road is too narrow!"

In the next chapter or the next chapter, you will know what Yvette is.