Silent Crown Chapter 106: Go and go back
"Well, you jump up and try!"
Ye Qingxuan jumped when he heard the words, but he almost hit the ceiling with a flower in front of him! He was blindfolded, fell on the ground and staggered, without reacting. (Baidu search network update is the fastest and most stable)
Although the ceiling of the basement is a little lower, it is more than three meters high! In other words, with a light jump, he jumped more than one meter high?
As usual, he can only do it after stacking three layers of ‘flow’ rune support.
"Are you scared?"
Charl smiled triumphantly: "At the beginning, for safety, I inscribed all the auxiliary runes I learned on the iron bone. Although it can only be regarded as rough in the alchemy equipment, at least you don't need to move on the flow in the future. That kind of partial increase method has come to run away..."
He circled the teenager satisfactorily, and finally patted his back: "The current effect is already very good. Just based on physical fitness, you just don’t have to talk to the legendary butcher like If you are just now, you can run away.
Moreover, I also reserve upgraded interfaces and slots. As long as you can find a skeleton of the gospel armor, you can instantly become a templar monster!
Imagine the pleasure that even a load-bearing wall of steel-concrete structure can be punched through with one punch! At that time, Avalon, besides the twelve sets of heavenly armor inherited by the Knights of the Round Table, who can stop you? "
"The premise is that I can find a complete gospel skeleton, right?"
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Brother, you might as well wish me that one day I will be recognized by the sword in the stone. How can I be carried into the palace immediately by the royal sedan chair and become the future Emperor Angelu."
"Hey, I didn't expect you to be ugly and beautiful! If you can be recognized by the sword in the stone, then I will be welcomed into the holy city as the pope?"
"Hey, who started blowing soap bubbles first!"
"Am I not thinking about you?"
Charles smiled facelessly and threw a pot of ointment: "This, you put it on yourself."
"What is this?"
"You don't want to be discovered by a group of people as soon as you go out, do you?"
He pointed to Ye Qingxuan's hair, "The powerful colorant, golden, can't be washed off, and it will only be dissolved with tung oil. Only when you apply this, the ghost can tell that you have oriental ancestry."
"There is such a good thing, don't take it out sooner."
Ye Qingxuan immediately smeared his hair carefully, and in the end, Shire brought a mirror, and even he was a little dazed.
In the mirror is a purely Western teenager. After dyed with coloring agent, his hair turned into pale golden long hair, and he couldn't see the original appearance at all.
Charle stepped back two steps, looking at him, and finally found that there was something missing. After looking for it for a long time, he put a deerstalker hat on his head.
Now, the seemingly harmless Oriental child is no longer in the mirror, only one is dressed in a black dress with pale skin and looks strange and gloomy.
He grinned, suddenly gloomy.
If it weren't for the dungeon gentleman's feeling too hideous, otherwise it would look like his cheap boss Hermes at first glance.
And Charles is still stuffing him constantly, like a salesman eager to make money from the sheep.
"Look at this, scuba."
"Uh, it seems to be useful?"
"Hand-operated lock opener, sliding door and picking the lock, it's simply convenient!"
"It feels like it's useless."
"Ejection hooks are necessary for over the wall!"
"This is unnecessary, right?" Ye Qingxuan was ashamed.
"What about this?" Charles came with a mask and two iron cans the size of pomegranates: "Gas mask and smoke bombs? I stuffed a lot of pepper in it. After exploding, no one can breathe. Come on!"
"...Sorry, I don't need this either."
In the end, Shire went around and couldn't find any flaws, and suddenly his eyes fell on the boy's finger: "And this, strange ring, take it off.
Since you want to hide your identity, you can't leave any clues. "
"This is not necessary."
Ye Qingxuan smiled, wiped his fingers off the ring, and the coiled strings suddenly popped out, stretched straight, and made a buzzing sound like a buzzing sound.
"I remember, it seems like this..."
After thinking for a moment, he recalled the manipulative essentials engraved in his mind, and whispered secret words in a low voice.
Crack! Click! Click! Click!
On the slender strings, layers of prismatic crystals suddenly grew. The ether is attached to it, changing the structure, matching each other, and finally forming a smooth texture like black iron.
As a relatively high-end variant of musical instruments, the shape is not a problem at all-originally it was a technology born for carrying large musical instruments with you.
It's just a matter of changing the external form.
Under Ye Qingxuan's careful control, the shape of the Nine Heavens Ring Pei slowly changed, until in the end, it turned into a pitch-black cane and was held in his hand.
Ye Qingxuan held the cane, waved it twice, and stopped it to the ground. There was no dull impact sound, but a clear and subtle sound, like a jade bead falling into the copper plate, the sound was clear.
That's the sound of the strings being plucked.
"Now, how?"
In the shadow under the top hat, the corner of the boy's mouth was a smile.
"This is... an instrument?"
Charl leaned forward, and before he had time to say anything, a faint voice rang in his ears. It was a desperate rhythm that rushed like a dark river.
The rhythm entangled in his ears, pierced into his mind like a living thing, spreading a frightening cold echo.
Charl just felt the darkness before his eyes, and he couldn't help sitting on the ground.
Soon, the voice dissipated, and his eyes lighted up again, but this time he looked at the young man with surprise and complexity:
"The first bar of "Black Friday"? When did you master the plural notes playing? You actually entered the rhythm level!"
"It's just a fake'Rhythm Grade'. Essentially, I'm still an apprentice."
Ye Qingxuan smiled self-deprecatingly: "Most people study the playing skills of plural notes after they have learned all the basic notes. I am afraid that I am the only one who has mastered the playing of plural notes and has not yet mastered the basic notes. Is it all about literature?"
"..."
"Anyway, just pretend I cheated again."
The young man smiled mysteriously and clenched his ‘stick’: "Since he is a lame man who has lost his ‘feel’, he must have his own ‘crutch’, right?"
Charl looked at his determined look, and his complex mood suddenly relaxed. He smiled helplessly and waved to him to leave quickly:
"...Be careful on the road."
"Okay."
The boy finally fastened the buttons on his cuffs and was about to turn around, but he heard Charles' voice: "Hey, Ye Zi, you won't be so stupid to challenge the entire Xiacheng district, right?"
"How come?"
Ye Qingxuan lowered the brim of his hat and chuckled softly: "I just want those'who want my head' to experience my feelings...
If they can be reasonable and get rid of my wanted, that would be really thankful. "
"Tsk."
Charles understood what he meant, and a toothache: "It sounds difficult enough, you take care of yourself."
"Okay."
The boy turned and left, "I will go back."
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Ten minutes later, in the lobby, Charles looked at the moonlight, drank another drink without a drink, and reentered the state of waste wood.
He was holding a small pot in his arms, holding a fork in his hand, stirring the salad in the pot, and trying hard to find some big small tomatoes to drink with.
"The little ghosts nowadays are really big heads."
He sighed helplessly and muttered in a low voice: "It's just a while, like a different person. Have you been stimulated? Sure enough, only when you have a generation gap with young people will you feel that you are already I'm old...uuuu, I'm just eighteen years old like a flower..."
While he was crying for his youth, behind him, a thin shadow crept up and walked towards the door quietly.
"Bai Xi?"
Like with eyes growing behind his back, Charles asked without looking back, "Where are you going?"
The scared little girl turned petrified, and replied steadily, "Well, I'm in a bad mood, can't sleep... I want to go for a walk."
"It's such a coincidence? Are you actually walking back and forth with Ye Zi?"
Charle glanced at her, "Xiacheng is now having a carnival. It's dangerous."
Bai Xi suddenly became angry from embarrassment: "Where do I like to go, where do I go!"
"But not including the present."
Charle sighed, got up, stopped in front of her, and said solemnly: "It's late at night, how dangerous is the downtown area?
I know you care about leaves, but why are you a little girl running around? I don’t know if I was sold. Hurry up and go to bed obediently, otherwise I will call the teacher. "
"Tsk!"
The little girl stared at him uncomfortably, but Charles remained motionless, standing in front of the door, looking like he would never let anyone out.
In the end, Bai Xi gave up, sighed helplessly, and turned back to the room, but when his eyes swept across the shadows in the corner of the hall, he became shocked:
"Teacher?"
"Teacher?! I didn't drink..." Xiaer was startled when he heard the words, and subconsciously hid the bottle, looking nervously at her.
But there is nothing in that place.
‘Oh, this is...somewhat bad. ’
Charles suddenly realized it, but it was too late.
In the reflection under the moonlight, he saw Bai Xi's shadow raising his hand high, holding a thick object in his hand, and slamming it on the back of his head without hesitation.
Boom! Charles's eyes were dark, and he fell to the ground.
"Huh! No matter how high the effort is, the bricks will fall down."
Bai Xi threw away the Anglo Encyclopedia in his hand, gritted his teeth and dragged him to the sofa with all his strength, in a strange posture, and finally turned his head and waved to the shadows.
"Old Fei, come on! I'll lose it later..."
Under the moonlight, the little girl picked up the tweed hat left by Ye Qingxuan, put on her coat, and walked out the door with a big golden dog with an unhappy expression.
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In the middle of the night, the moonlight quietly reflected this dark city. It seemed to be asleep, silently silent.
In the alleys of the Xiacheng District, a middle-aged man with a third alcoholic spirit walked staggeringly on the road, and a burly shadow suddenly jumped out in front of him.
"Hey! You, come here!"
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The man noticed something was wrong, subconsciously put his hand into his arms, turned around and prepared to retreat. But he didn't want to go to both sides of the road and a black figure jumped out, cutting off his retreat.
Seeing being surrounded, he pulled out his dagger, his eyes were fierce, "I am Dean under the Russo family. Friends, don't be stupid..."
Boom!
A sap suddenly hit the back of his head, knocking him to the ground. The third figure jumped off the wall.
"Dean? Family Russo? Who are you lying to!"
The mace man stepped on him and laughed triumphantly; "Ha, do you know how long we have been guarding here?
You little oriental bastard, I thought you were disguised as the way you are now, so I wouldn't recognize it...you even wore a wig! "