Silent Crown Chapter 146: Professor’s body

For an instant, the professor stopped. (Baidu search for the fastest and most stable update of the literature network)

In the air in front of him, there are silvery dust suspended in the air, like catkins, drifting in the wind, gathering and invisible.

Under the dim flash of light, they flashed slightly.

Clear and translucent.

But the dust fell on the professor, and it was like burning, snorting!

Ye Qingxuan smiled and slowly raised his right hand, holding a heavy and thick skin in his hand.

With the loosening of the five fingers, the skin bag fell to the ground, and a large amount of silver sand flowed out of it. It took Bai Xi a day to light up the entire jewelry processing shop of Avalon. Get things together.

All the skins are filled with fine sand made of sterling silver.

"What's wrong? Mr. Professor."

Ye Qingxuan squatted down, picked up a handful of silver sand from his skin, held it in his hand, and watched the shiny silver metal dust fall from his fingertips.

In the dim moonlight, there was a beautiful rainbow.

"I brought you these little things specially, how about it? Do you still like it?"

The professor was silent, he stood there, no longer approaching. But in his eyes, Ye Qingxuan was full of shocking fury!

Seeing his appearance, Ye Qingxuan smiled.

It seems that the professor likes it very much.

It's great.

"Mr. Professor..."

In the silence, the young man stared at the vague face under the professor's hood, his expression solemn and mocking, "Perhaps, I should call you one of the legends of Avalon...

——Mr. ‘Vampire’. "

The professor was silent.

But Ye Qingxuan's voice came from the darkness, not eager or slow, not cold or cold, with an unpleasant arrogance and grace:

"For so many years, I am afraid that no one has thought that you are actually the legendary "vampire". A ** race "moon spirit" lurking in Avalon.

But it's no wonder that you have been mysterious, day and night. Don't even dare to show your face... Do you really have pointed ears? "

He turned around and looked at the professor's hood curiously. I want to see the pattern below.

The professor finally made a sound, extremely cold.

"Holmes. Knowing too much is not a good thing."

"Really?"

Ye Qingxuan played with the silver sand at his fingertips: "But I love this feeling! If this is a crime, I can't wait to sit in the prison."

The professor stared at him and asked in a cold voice: "How did you know?"

"Probably because of... the study of the'Bloodword'? Thanks to your traitor."

Ye Qingxuan slowly got up, supported his cane, and leaned lazily against the wall:

"You want to use his death to lead members of the council into a trap. Then take revenge? This is a subtle method."

"I went to see the scene."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head and sighed: "It's really tragic. The whole person is burnt. But is it to silence your mouth or to cover up your punishment?"

The professor was taken aback.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and touched his carotid artery: "His neck, here, where the scorched place, has two small holes... If you look at it with a special purpose, it won't Did you notice it?

When I found the two small holes, I understood.

What is the so-called "professor". "

"The forensic doctor said that your methods were cruel. The temperature has evaporated the blood, but in fact, you have already sucked up all the blood, right?

You betrayed you. You sucked his blood, in order to heal the wound, or purely to punish him.

Finally burned him, in order to destroy the corpse and kill the mouth, leaving his own breath by the way, guiding the House to catch up with the door, and bringing the blood packs that healed you to your mouth... It would do three things in one fell swoop! "

He paused and laughed softly: "It's just that. You underestimated his vengeance towards you."

The professor's breath became colder and colder, but Ye Qingxuan was gleeful: "Let me guess. When you notice someone approaching, you set him on fire. Cold eyes watched him screaming to death and turning to leave, right?

The venomous snake can only be tamed by the venomous snake. He used his last time to retaliate against you. "

"——He left words of blood on the wall, leaving behind your ‘big secret’."

"I was still confused at first, because I had never seen that font before, and I thought it was a type of text or font that I had never seen before.

At the end, I realized that what he wanted to leave was not words, but blood. "

He slowly squinted his eyes and stared at this silent ‘legend’:

"This is the secret he wants to tell others--Avalon's criminal think tank, the mysterious man who has been hiding behind the scenes, the frightening professor... is the moon spirit of the ** clan, the blood-sucking monster!

'Professor' Moriah is the'vampire' in the legend of Avalon! "

He pointed to the professor and said in a cold voice: "The above is the study of blood characters. If there are any inconsiderates, please look forward to it!"

A long time, a long time.

The professor let out a hoarse laugh: "There is nothing to correct, your inference is correct. With this alone, you can determine my identity?"

"Probably because my brain is big enough?"

Ye Qingxuan raised his finger and pointed to his forehead:

"I actually discovered one thing recently. Whether I want it or not, or don’t know why, it’s always related to the legend of Avalon. Even if I take a detour, I’ll be bumped into it inexplicably. Something strange.

If you were me, you would definitely think about it when you come across this kind of thing...this time *** won't run into something **** again, right? ! "

"Your guess is correct, and the inference is very delicate. To be honest, for so many years, Avalon without a shaman is boring.

If there was an enemy like you, my life would not have been so boring. "

The professor's body exudes a faint killing intent, and he firmly locks Ye Qingxuan:

"It's a pity..."

"Haha."

It was Ye Qingxuan's sneer in response to him:

"Don't pretend, Moriart! No matter what the **** you are, even if you have absorbed the blood of those guys and healed them, you are completely debilitated now, right?

Don’t think I don’t know that Yueling can draw other people’s lives through blood. But for myself, it is not a small burden. The stronger the enemy's vitality, the stronger. The more difficult it is to merge!

This has nothing to do with your accomplishments as a musician, it is the talent limitation of the Moon Spirit Race! right now. After being hit hard for so long, just absorbing the whole life of that black musician has made you exhausted, right? "

Ye Qingxuan kicked the skin under his feet, letting the silver sand spill over the ground.

When he stared at the professor, his expression was extremely cold: "What the **** are you, to be honest, I don't care at all.

It’s not okay to keep a secret for you, but you'd better talk to me now. otherwise. I will bring these pure silvers to ‘talk about it with you’! "

He clenched his cane, looked at the silent professor, and asked in a cold voice:

"Tell me, is that oriental kid the key to the shadow of Avalon? Where did you get this news... why are you determined to win him!"

The professor remained silent, unheard of.

Even if the weakness is in the hands of others, it still remains calm and does not mean to be soft.

As if thinking.

Long contemplation.

Until the end, he raised his eyes, how many thoughts, how many determinations and judgments. All turned into a sigh.

"It's a pity."

Ye Qingxuan's eyes changed.

Sword light, rushing toward your face!

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In the central hall, the zenith is shattered. A gleam of dim moonlight ran down the gap, illuminating the silver dust all over the floor, and its glow was shining.

But in this intertwined glow, two glaring cold lights suddenly popped from the professor's cuffs, cutting the air, but there was no sound.

Like a human body made of sand and gravel, the professor's figure faded for a while, as if collapsed in the wind, but the next moment he walked silently on the silver dust.

In his hands. The two sword blades intertwined and pierced toward the young man's throat.

Different from the chain saw monk's wide open Yamato. Swordsmanship was like lava rushing, and the professor didn't have the slightest sign when he decided to do it. I didn't even notice any physical movements.

The two long swords merged into the moonlight and came silently, without the slightest killing intent and violence, but with a quiet beauty and desolate breath, breathtaking!

The young man seemed to have insight into his thoughts. The moment his muscles moved, his complexion changed, the skin under his feet was lifted, and the silver sand spilled out of his head and covered his face, turning into a beautiful silver splendor and pounced on it. A sword of moonlight.

Only hearing a sneer, the blade cut the silver brilliance, causing them to flow by, and the remaining silver brilliance fell on the professor's body, and it suddenly changed and lit a little red.

The flame is born out of thin air.

Red flames danced wildly.

In an instant, the professor was enveloped by this terrifying flame, which covered his body and burned his body. The method he used to deal with traitors a few days ago appeared to him again.

This is the birth defect of the Yueling clan. After turning away from human beings and turning away from the Silver Moon, they became infected with the Silver Poison Curse.

Even if you can draw the vitality of others through the blood, under the shining of the silver moon, you will still lose control and confusion. In addition, all silver will become venomous when it touches them, burning them to ashes!

But Ye Qingxuan didn't expect that the professor would have to do it with himself if he tried to kill him.

He actually did it? !

He staggered back~IndoMTL.com~ With notes and qi in his hand, he rolled up the silver sand everywhere, resisting the professor's onslaught, but even if he occupied the right time and place, he still found the critical moment when the professor could not move too much. , I can't even get the upper hand.

In the flames, the burned professor showed a vague and hideous smile, with a hoarse voice: "You wouldn't think that among Yueling's talents, only blood sucking is the same, right?"

Ye Qingxuan reacted immediately, and a layer of cold sweat oozes from his back.

Yueling, the clan of swordsmanship, the clan of shooting...they are the most daunting assassins of the clan of **!

Can teach this **, not only in the way of musicians, but also in the talent of swordsmanship? (To be continued)

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