Chapter 2017 Yellow Sand Mist
Ten thousand miles of endless yellow sand, bathed in the setting sun at dusk, the desert wind blows lightly, and the fine gravels move due to the wind. A figure, a pair of heavy steps, wearing black armor, walking alone. He has no horses, no birds and beasts, and walks alone in the desert with only one pair of legs, heading towards a persistent goal.
The sun has set a little lower, and only half of the red pill is left floating on the horizon. The man wearing black armor arrived here and continued to walk towards a desert fault cliff ahead. Suddenly, a sharp sword flew down from the sky and stuck on the sand. It stirred up a burst of dust, followed by another sword...
Eight swords fell to the ground, eight different famous blades, under the setting sun, Swaying slightly in the wind and sand flow. The person who came stopped and stopped a hundred meters away from the Eight Swords. On the cliff, a stone platform was slowly lowered and suspended ten meters above the ground. On the platform, a person sat cross-legged, his whole body hidden. Under the airtight thick armor.
The sword stuck in the sand shook even more violently, and in the rhythm of the shaking, 'people' covered in armor appeared next to each sword. They appeared out of thin air, as if they came from a non-existent world. The armor they wore was the same as the swords around them, exuding the same temperament, the same color, and reflecting the same light.
The eight sword puppets moved together, picked up the swords on the ground, and slashed at the abrupt figure in the desert.
The wind is blowing, the air is moving, the gravel is flying, the Eight Swords are about to come, the wind and sand in the desert are roaring around the visitor, but the visitor is standing still. When a sword strikes, the gravel in the air condenses into a blade of sand to meet him. Every time the sword comes, a blade of sand cuts away. Eight figures came one after another. After a sword strike, the sword puppet disappeared and then reappeared. After reappearing, there was another sword strike. The sword light, air current, and sand and dust are constantly stirring. Each other's swords and blades are getting faster and faster, and the sand and dust are getting more and more fierce. The area of several hundred meters was already covered with dark sand and dust, and only the flickering sword light and air shadows and the condensed sand blades could be seen.
Suddenly, the black-armored man in the sand moved. He took one step, one hundred meters at a time. Everyone was fighting around him. The flashing figures and the sword light seemed to be caught in the moment he took this step. In the slow motion of time being sealed, his eyes could see every grain of sand swirling in the wind, he could see the changes in the air flow driven by each sword, and he could even see how each sword puppet turned into air and disappeared in the wind. , and how it came together again.
He took this step, and the sword on his left waist was also unsheathed. He pulled out the black sword from the black sheath. The brilliance of this sword is like passing away, as if it has traveled through thousands of years, cutting from the lost past to the future ahead. This sword is enough to amaze for thousands of years, making everyone who has seen the grace of this sword intoxicated, making people feel like they are in time. lamenting one's own insignificance in the vast river of history.
The man on the platform opened his eyes. The sword was invisible and traceless at the moment he opened his eyes. No one knew where it came from and no one knew where it ended. But this sword was invisible. However, the sword struck the man in black armor hard, making a dull sound and cutting out a huge wound on the black armor.
The man in black armor slid back a hundred meters, back to the original point where he drew his sword, as if that step had never been taken. His deep voice was like a long sigh for thousands of years, echoing in this endless desert. He moved the other sword on his right waist, and pulled out the red sword from the red sheath. The wind rose with it; the sand moved with the wind; the sword waved out the old age rubbed by the years, and the dust-covered and unknown picture scroll. . The wind and sand formed a wall, and the years were bound. The sand covered the sky and blocked the sun, locking the two lonely figures, and they were fighting an unknown battle in the invisible sand and dust.
The dust dispersed, and the sand fell with the wind. The wind gradually slowed down, but the sound of the sword edge lingered. The heavy armor re-locked the figure on the pedestal. He gently stroked the sword, and the sound of the sword dispersed in his gentle strokes.
The man in black armor stood in the remaining wind and sand, his body exploded continuously, fell to the ground, and finally turned into countless yellow sand, and disappeared with the wind, just like he didn't know where he came from and where he dispersed. .
"Sha, it's not quiet anymore." The people on the stage closed their eyes and sat peacefully. The floating platform was light and disappeared on the cliff.
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It was also the dusk yellow sand, and the dim sunset illuminated the airship with its wings spread goldenly. The sandbirds and rows of sand egrets accompanied them and flew to the sand dunes further away. On the airship, Eva has begun to adapt to this kind of life and the temper of the new owner. However, every time she meets Lace, she will still be startled by her appearance.
After all, Lace is not a real living person. When Eva, a girl raised and trained in the manor, saw the neatly arranged holes, rivets and stitching coils on Lace's body, She felt creepy from body to mind, which gave her nightmares every night, especially when she got up to use the bathroom at night or make breakfast in the morning. Every time she felt like she was being stared at by an empty corpse, even if she looked alive. Flesh has temperature.
It would be okay if it was just like this. The key is that Eva always has a feeling that Lace's body is constantly rotting, which makes her smell a strange smell that is not very obvious when she passes by Lace. . The food that Lace eats is fresh meat, especially the bloody, fresh meat.
Bing Zhixie has noticed this a long time ago. Lace's body is indeed decaying every day, and she needs to fill her decayed body with fresh meat in order to maintain the balance of body functions.
"Mr. Celeste, your dinner is ready." Eva arranged everything properly, finally put two glasses of fresh milk on the table, and then sat down opposite Bing Zhixie.
"Thank you." Bing Zhixie held a book in her hand, picked up the milk with her other hand and took a sip, her eyes always staying on the page. After reading a paragraph, he thought blankly for a while, and then tasted the food on the table.
The food was fragrant and tasted great. Eva raised her eyes and secretly watched him taste it, hoping to get his praise or praise. But she was disappointed. Bing Zhixie didn't say anything from beginning to end. He just ate everything in silence and left. This made Eva feel very disappointed, feeling that she was completely dispensable here, and that it would be more appropriate for her not to be here than to be here.
She packed up the dishes and washed them in frustration, then sat on the stern of the airship and stared at the desert in a daze until the sky darkened, and she returned to the cabin to sleep, just like she experienced every day.
In the bedroom, she was so sad that she couldn't help but cry under the quilt. Compared with the joy in the manor, this was not the time of her life. Maybe she should resign and leave, so that at least she wouldn't be as isolated as she is now.
At this time, Bing Zhixie was still in her room, concentrating on reading.
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(End of this chapter)