: The first year story 066, two-color magic pupil

"The moment the sword is stabbed is not the moment the result is caused. Relax the whole body and keep the mind absolutely clear, without any reservation."
The moment the sword stabbed... was not the moment caused by the result?
Relax all over...?
Mood... Ching Ming?
And at the end... don't bring any...
………………Reserved? ? ? ! ! !
In an instant, the snow falling on the child's head seemed to be driven away by something, and moved unnaturally. But only then, those snowflakes fell on him again... on this, "people" as cold as them.
"Ok?"
The man stopped. Because he found that the child behind him who was supposed to lie down and waited for death had stood up again at this moment. He sneered: "Why, don't you wait to die obediently, do you want me to solve you soon?"
The man smiled and turned his head. He doesn't pay attention to the other party at all. Anyway, it was just a child, a child in his early ten. How far can such a child be? It really makes people laugh.
But when he turned his head and looked at the child's eyes, the contempt that had just cooled down in an instant. He knew that the child's eyes were cold, but he never knew that the child's eyes were so cold! It's not like a pair of eyes that a human should have. There is no emotion, no hope, and no despair in these eyes. There is nothing in it, without the brilliance that a living person should have!
"...Huh, how is it possible? I should be fooled by such a kid?!"
The man stopped leaving, he turned and walked again, his right hand began to gather strength again. But maybe it was just the instinct to perceive danger. He picked up the little baby girl in his left hand and blocked her body in front of his own heart.
In the alley in the dark--
"Will Wuxinwu finally succeed? Then, it's time to lift the shackles."
The speaker lightly snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the handcuffs and ankle chains that bound the idiot were released after four crackles. The shackles fell to the ground with a bang, smashing the snowy ground into a big pit!
Freed from bondage...
How terrible is a beast out of bondage? The idiot's gaze swept across his hands and feet, and his white breath came out of his mouth. With a flick of his right hand, the sword of darkness was held in his hand again. But this is more than that, because the next moment, a more terrifying fact has appeared in front of the man's eyes!
The chain that fastened the little beggar's right arm began to turn, and a chain with a sharp pointed tip was suddenly drilled from the hilt of the black long sword, and it plunged into the little beggar's arm socket! The chain began to squirm, making the sound of Gragla, and the whole right forearm of the little beggar was finally completely covered by the chain! This is more than that, the little beggar's right eye, slowly...
It became a red.
"You...you! What's going on!!!"
The white gas slowly exhaled, and the little beggar held the sword and took a step towards the man. The man's instinct tells him that now he has become very dangerous, and he needs to immediately throw away the baby girl in his hand and escape. But his self-esteem does not allow this! As a strong man of the pure spirit level, if someone knows that he has fled in front of a ten-year-old child, what position will he have in the future?
"Hahaha...hahahaha! It's funny, it's so funny! Human kid, yes, that's it! In normal times, I let you wave it. When fighting, you give me reason to control The taste of'first prison' is good, right? Come on, now we will rush up and cut that guy and the baby girl in half! Then you will truly understand what power is and what is it. Indulge! Hahahahahaha!!!"
The blood-colored pupils appeared so striking in the snow. Dimie was laughing wildly, waiting for the idiot to rush up! It waits...waits...waits...
Waiting for it, but it is still the white breath, slowly vomiting in the snow.
"what happened?!"
The blood pupil lifted up and looked at the idiot. At that moment, the first "real" surprise since rebirth appeared in this eye!
The idiot's right eye was indeed dyed bright red. But his left eye still kept pitch black! He has not been swallowed by the power of the first prison. Does this pair of eyes of different colors symbolize that he is controlling the dominance of the "first prison"? Standing here as a human, not as a demon? !
"Damn, what a kid!"
Surprised, fleeting. The surprise in Dimie's blood pupil was gradually replaced by a sneer. It snorted: "There is a set, then let's take a look, which power can you support to the prison? Interesting, it is so interesting."
The blood pupil is no longer rampant, on the contrary, it is fully conveying the power of the first prison into the body of the idiot. The surrounding snowflakes began to flutter in disorder, and the pitch-black long sword also emitted darkness enough to swallow all light! Then, the idiot moved. He walked forward, faster and faster, and rushed towards the man following the path of the sword of death in his mind!
(Why, the previous sword of death would not come out?)
"Oh shit!"
The man cursed bitterly. Although he was surprised by the change of the idiot before, he still clearly saw the actions of the little beggar in front of him, and it was not difficult to fight back.
(Because I have reservations.)
Snow fell, quietly sticking to the idiot in the sprint. The man sneered, raised his hand to form a hand knife, ready to slash at the opponent's shoulder.
(I am weak, I am always thinking about how to protect myself.)
Little beggar... disappeared? No, his figure is still rushing towards him, and his eyes can still capture his movements! But why...why does he make me feel...like disappearing completely? What is this in front of me? Is it an illusion? No, it can't be an illusion, it's him! But why can't I attack? I can't find a way to kill him... I don't even know if the fist that is thrown at him is towards the face or towards his chest!
(For me like this, every time I shoot a sword, I think about how to protect myself from being killed by the opponent's counterattack if I cannot stab this sword. I am afraid... I am afraid of death. The more I am afraid of death, I The more unable to pierce the sword without reservation. The more unable to reflect the true meaning of the sword of "Sorrow".)
The little beggar in front of him raised his hand, and the man watched the pitch-black sword pierce out, and quickly hugged the little girl in his arms, blocking his heart.
(Sword of Sorrow, the sword has not been released but the enemy is dead, the sword has not been completed yet, and the battle has ended. Therefore—)
The throat felt cold.
(One sword kill.)
The dark blade penetrated the man's throat, coming in and out. The man didn't feel what was going on, and he hurriedly backed away holding the baby girl. The idiot's double-colored pupils looked at him quietly, drew out the sword, and at the same time stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the bread from the man's arms.
The snow continued to float. Dim Mi had turned into a dagger again, and got into the chains. The chains of the first prison were also pulled out, and the blood-stained right eye returned to its previous black color. The idiot turned his back to the man who was still standing there, letting white snowflakes fall on his shoulders, covering his seemingly thin body.
The man noticed. After going backward ten steps in a row, he finally noticed what had happened. He was holding his throat, and staring straight at the little figure standing in the white world...
"Mumbling..."
Puff! ! !
A column of blood spurted from two wounds in the front and back of the throat. The blood spurred by the heart penetrated his vitals like a red spear. The man still covered his throat with his hands, his eyes rolled white. After a few seconds, he finally fell down.
The red blood, fused with the white snow, turned into a pink snowflake, slowly falling from the sky. Quiet and beautiful...
"Over there! I saw that Cui Te was going in that direction! Quick! Let's get on!"
In the distance, gradually came the voice of a woman. Judging from the sound, it was Quilin. But at this moment, the idiot has no strength to deal with it. Although he won, the pain on his body did not disappear. Lifting the shackles, launching the first prison, and stabbing the sword with the unintentional force of the mysterious population, in fact, he has consumed a lot of physical strength. The next moment, his feet were weak and he knelt on the snow...
"what………………"
The languid hand lifted gently and hugged the bun. Those jet black eyes met the emerald green pupils again. Little Bread was frightened, but returned to the idiot's arms again. The fright on her face had turned into attachment and grievance. With a whimper, she threw herself into the idiot's arms and started crying loudly.
"Not afraid, I...here."
The rough hand gently stroked the little girl's pink hair. then……
The idiot, who was exhausted and relieved, finally fell and fell into a coma in the snow.

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