Black Scepter Chapter 35: I can’t do it
Second, I have written a little bit tired these days, maybe I need to slow down. I will change one tomorrow and two times the day after tomorrow to ensure the quality and speed can’t keep up. I also want to say sorry, this is not a cool article with ten lines. , I write slowly, and I hope you read slowly, the text contains the road, I hope that I can also progress in the text together with the growth of Morpheus.
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There is no burst of flashing light, only pure physical strength. The old man who is unusually unusual usually appears behind Morpheus almost instantaneously. When his image appears in the sight of Morpheus, the old man’s fist has been retracted, and he just thought The assassin who wanted to attack him had already flew out of the air, and the blood splashing in the air had not yet landed!
"Boo!"
The stupid Morpheus immediately felt a sharp pain in the abdomen. After conditioning the next punch of the nun, the conditioned reflex did not raise his hand to fight back-because this crazy girl who attacked Morpheus could not let him Raise your heart to attack!
The cold blood in the forest, and the calmness and forgetting in the face of injustice in the world, Morpheus finally realized that his indifference was only because those things were not related to himself at all, but when facing things that were rooted in his heart, he Can't easily make a choice!
After all, he is still too young.
It seems cold and indifferent, as if Morpheus, who has no feelings, has always been a young man whose mind is not yet mature. At this moment, he is still hit by the enemy.
The brutal attack gradually put the nuns in the upper hand, but Aquinas behind Morpheus didn’t help him. After returning to punch, he stepped on the ground again, and an invisible force instantly let him be The Morpheus kicked off and the assassin who had just climbed up was killed directly!
But then he looked back at the tired Morpheus, silently.
It seemed to be a dead end. Morpheus was caught in a panic by the corpse on the ground and fell back on the ground-the exposed flaw was caught by the little nun. When she punched Morpheus in the abdomen, she turned him into a bowed knee On the ground.
"Happy journey."
The nun’s voice was hoarse and low, and a smile at the corner of her mouth was forced and trembling. It seemed that she was about to exhaust her strength. She lifted her palm and pointed like a knife, cutting the throat of Morpheus straight!
"Slap."
All actions came to an abrupt end because of the intervention of Aquinas at the last moment.
The old man who suddenly appeared next to the nun pinched the nun’s tiny arm in one hand, while the other hand was burning with incandescent fire, and he suddenly waved forward, his palm stayed in front of the nun’s face, and he could not see it. The power screamed and hit the girl in front of me-the sound of something shattered suddenly, the nun's expression suddenly turned into horror, the original beautiful face was twisted abnormally...
"Holy Flame! You are Akui--"
Unfinished, the white flame in the palm of the old man radiated a brighter light, actually pulling a long shadow behind the little nun, and the shadow was twisting and struggling. The fainter, the tremor stopped at the moment the holy flame disappeared.
A figure in the corner of the church was forced out of the shadow, and then frightened and ran away into the distance!
The Morpheus, who resisted the severe pain, jumped suddenly, the wounds of his arms collapsed due to the violent swing of the arm during the sprint, and blood was spilled on the smooth floor of the church, leaving a string of unspeakable footprints.
The running Morpheus jumped up in the air, just like a Warcraft fighting a prey! The Naples magic steel dagger has never been swung with such power by him. The shadowed man who was forced out of the corner tried to escape in futility, but his fragile body was jumped in the air by Morpheus. Hit hard!
"Boo!"
Ten steps, kill one.
The dagger pierced the heart. The body crushed the opponent with great inertia to the ground. The horizontal stretching action brought a large area of blood spilled. The blade swept across, almost tearing the opponent's upper body.
A sinful watering flower bloomed on the white ground.
"Hoo..."
A violent gasp echoed quietly in the large church. Morpheus raised his head, and there was a crucifix of the Lord on the wall in front of him. The statue looked down pitifully, as if overlooking a mortal.
"Follow me."
Old man Aquinas gently picked up the unconscious little nun, without saying a word, turned and walked to the back door. Guevara rushed in outside the door was **** on the blade. Come in time.
Seeing the Morpheus in the pool of blood, Guevara knelt on one knee, and had the time to speak, but heard the imperative request from the young master: "Handle it clean, the body remains, bring it back to me. "
Looking at his back as he stumbled out of the back door, Guevara involuntarily stroked the purple iris badge at the hilt, and a few words he wanted to say turned into a sigh.
Be convinced orally.
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It seemed that it was just because the church that had just violently battled was blocked. After walking out of the back door of the church, the environment suddenly became calmer. The Morpheus’s arm was not injured, his short sword was sheathed, and his left hand pinched the left arm Hemostasis, but the red liquid dripped all the way, heavy and glorious.
Aquinas walked silently forward, his gray hair was slightly messy because of the battle just now, the nun in her arms was pale, Morpheus could only see her eyes closed tightly, her eyelashes trembling, frowning from time to time, expression The pain also made his heart tighten.
This feeling is very strange.
A white stone paved path is tens of meters long, with green grass on both sides. At the end of the road is a small stone house with a small area and a simple style. There is no sense of the cathedral’s publicity.
The Morpheus trot a few steps, reached out in front of the Aquinas and pushed open the wooden door. The room was dimly lit, a simple wooden bed, a desk, and the remaining space was almost covered with exaggerated books and draft parchment. Although the number is huge, it is not messy.
Although Aquinas is sloppy, he is not as powerless as a late old man. After showing the horror strength just now, his breath that made Morpheus frightened gradually converged in the process of walking to the stone house. After the nun put it on the wooden bed, the old man gently thumped his waist and lit the candlestick in the house and said: "When you are old, you will be tired after a few activities."
Morpheus stood stunned, exhaling deeply, but many words did not know how to export, but some hesitated, fingers twisted the dried blood, the touch was smooth and familiar.
"Clean and bandage yourself."
The old man turned over in the cupboard next to him, found a roll of old, yellowed linen bandage and handed it over. At the same time, he poured a cup of well water in a simple and crude clay pot on the side table and handed it to Morpheus.
The teenager took his hands, turned around and walked out of the room, and at the door alone he started to bandage the wound.
The old man sat gently by the wooden bed, his yellow hands grasped the little nun’s palm, and the faint light that was not easily noticed lit up, so that her face returned to some blood.
"Non-talented."
It seems that I remembered the performance of Morpheus. The old man sighed and closed his eyes slightly. At this time, he was like a classical sculpture, condensing indescribable weight and wisdom. When he opened his eyes again, Morpheus had already Once into the stone house.
A simple bandage on his arms with linen bandages. The slight bleeding showed that his injuries were not light. The footsteps of Morpheus were a little heavy, and his face was not very good, but he did not sit down in the room casually, so respectfully Stand still without saying a word.
"There is a seat, move things away and sit down, I have something to tell you."
The old man pointed to a corner of the desk beside the desk full of books, and said softly.
Morpheus nodded, gently moved a roll of parchment and books to the table, and swept the corners of his eyes. The word "Theological Encyclopedia" jumped in front of him, but he didn't understand what it meant, and gently put it down, and then Sit properly.
"Why didn’t you just fight back?"
The old man’s first question points directly to the core of Morpheus’s inner conflict.
"Can't do it."
Morpheus confessed that he really couldn't do it, it was too cruel.
When I saw the nun for the first time, Morpheus remembered the little wolf cub that had lost his "parents" when he was young. At the beginning, he made a cold-blooded animal that turned around and left until he Uneasy to return again, I saw the remains of corpses everywhere.
The brutal facts of the jungle made his young numbness indifferent, but the appearance of the little nun made him have to think of the past that made him regret the abnormal past~IndoMTL.com~ This time, he decided not to do it again The man who turned and left.
"Can't do it? Many people are constantly breaking through their bottom line to do things, killing one person, there will be a second one, earning an Aztec gold coin, they will want to earn a second one, When you get a woman, you want to be the second one." Aquinas's bowed back slightly lifted his head has a relief-like contrast of light and dark under dim candlelight. This picture is deeply imprinted in the memory of Morpheus. "If you can't do it today, will you guarantee that you won't be able to do it in the future?"
"I don't know."
"It's fairly honest."
Aquinas smiled for the first time, but then turned to the little nun whose breath had gradually stabilized, said softly: "You are not suitable to continue to stay in Tarrens, choose your own way, now You should already understand what you need to do."
"En."
Morpheus still didn't talk much, sitting in a chair, it seemed a little fascinating.
"She... is there nothing?"
For a while, Morpheus asked hesitantly.
"Everything is mine." Aquinas waved his hand. "Come and see me when you make a decision to leave. I have something for you."
The Morpheus sitting on the chair nodded and got up. He had never been close to the little nun who was extremely valued in his heart, but just glanced at it from a distance, and then performed an aristocratic ceremony towards the old man Aquinas.
Slow and serious.
Turning away, Morpheus no longer hesitated.
The eyes of the old man raised slightly, sharp and clear.
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