Silent Crown Chapter 107: Dark 3 giants

"You even wore a wig!"

The man stretched out his hand and grabbed it hard, only to hear a painful cry, pulling up a handful of **** hair. (Baidu search network update is the fastest and most stable)

He froze for a moment, and then furious: "Wow, look at it! This Oriental kid is so cruel? He actually glued his wig on his head!

Do you think this fooled the eyes of Uncle Levi!

You are dreaming! "

"——You dream!"

Beside him, two subordinates waved their weapons and cheered in unison.

Dean was in pain, curled up in the corner of the wall with his face, and looked at them: "What do you want to do? Who are you?"

"You the **** don't know who I am?"

The mace man was furious, raised his mace, and declared grimly: "——I am the one-eyed magic knife Levi!"

The sap man then shouted: "I am John of the Night Wind!"

"I am Rabbi Bloodthirsty Sword!"

The last person reported his name, and then the three of them stood together, posing in a seemingly mighty posture, shouting in unison:

"Yes, we are the **Morning Star, the Prince of Sin, the famous-Dark Big Three!"

Silent, long silence.

After a long time, a faint voice came from the ground:

"What...what are you guys?"

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Dean didn't know whether it was his brain problem or three neuropathies. For his own life, he can only endure the humiliation and beg for mercy:

"My friends, I am afraid you have found the wrong person. I really don't know you."

Slap!

"Don't be smart when you lie!"

Levy was furious. The handle slapped: "Where does anyone in Xiacheng do not know our three dark brothers? Say! Do you think that boss Luo wants to find the Oriental kid?!"

Dean was beaten up, and subconsciously covered his face and shook his head: "No, no!"

"Huh?"

Levy's eyes widened, and he grinned sneer: "It looks like you are going to be stiff! Brothers. Give him something awesome!"

Boom! boom! Snapped! Damn it! Boom! Bang!

A series of painful sounds suddenly sounded in the dark alley.

Ten minutes later, Levi gasped and asked: "Say! Are you an Oriental kid!"

"You, you really recognized the wrong person..."

Dean screamed, but saw a sap approaching his face.

Boom! Snapped! Damn it! Boom!

Ten minutes have passed.

"I am! I am!"

This time Dean finally learned how to behave. He hugged Levi’s thigh with a **** face and cried hoarsely: "I'm that Eastern kid! Please don't beat me!"

"Hahaha, you finally admitted it!" Levi laughed triumphantly: "I said long ago that your crappy disguise can't hide from my eyes!"

Beside him. John suddenly asked curiously: "But boss, isn't the Oriental Imp's hair white? Why is his hair burgundy?"

"Huh?!" Levi frowned. Angrily appeared on his face.

Dean screamed quickly: "Don't hit me! I dyed it! I dyed it!"

The rabbi looked at his face and felt that it was wrong. He turned around and said, "Boss, his age is wrong... He looks like he is in his thirties. Isn't he lying to us?"

"Huh?!"

Levy frowned: "You lie to me?"

Dean's knees softened. He knelt on the ground with a puff.

"It's true that I am growing up faster."

He endured a deep humiliation, his eyes were tearful, and he choked and said: "Although I am so old, I am actually only fourteen years old...

I'm really that oriental kid, please don't hit me again..."

"Huh! I count you acquainted!"

Levy nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand and said, "John, tie him to Boss Luo and let him see the strength of our three Diablo brothers!"

Speaking. He knocked Dean's forehead with a stick, stunned him completely.

"How many is this?" he asked.

John made a look: "Seventeen, I'm counting!"

"Hahahaha!"

Levy hands on hips. Yang Tian laughed: "We caught so many oriental imps in one day, and none of the trash was found. It seems that Avalon’s lower city area is all trash! This time is the day when our three dark brothers rise. Up!"

"Pump!"

The bystander in the dark finally couldn't hold it back anymore, and couldn't help but beat the wall and laughed wildly.

"Who is there! Get out!"

Levy was furious and raised his mace: "Do you know who we are?"

"Uh, uh. I know."

Shadow suppressed a smile: "Levy, the one-eyed magic knife, John of the Night Wind. Rabbi, the bloodthirsty sword rabbi, you are Diablo, flutter... I'm sorry, I can't go on, let me laugh. Hahahaha!!!"

The figure covered his mouth, tried his best, and laughed.

"You are looking for death!"

Levy was furious, and the mace in his hand was smashed over his head and face, but it was completely empty!

Is it empty? !

He was taken aback, looked forward, and after being swept by a mace, the black shadow was disturbed, turbulent like a water wave, and about to dissipate.

"This friend, don't just start talking while talking, okay?"

In his ear, there is a hoarse voice whispering softly:

"——I think we should put down the sword and have a good talk."

Levy was horrified, turned back suddenly, and smashed out with a stick, only to hear a scream. It turned out that John was knocked to the ground by him!

"Boss, what's the matter with you?" The rabbi dullly watched a man shouting to the air to get Levi, feeling something was wrong.

Levy is still in a rage, turning a deaf ear to John's screams. He stared at the non-existent black figure in front of him, brandishing his weapon frantically:

"What pretending to be a ghost! Get out!"

As the angry mace is constantly waving, the shadow is constantly changing, turbulent like a water wave, as if it will dissipate in the next instant, but it will bridge again.

It's like an illusion after staring into the darkness for too long. That shadow gives a sense of illusion that does not exist. But now, the illusory figure that shouldn't exist is close to Levi's back, like a wraith spirit possessed.

Levy roared. I really couldn't stand the feeling of madness. I clenched the weapon in my hand and slammed it forward!

Only a scream was heard, and the shadows disappeared.

But after the black shadow that dissipated, it was the rabbi who was hit by a mace in the face.

"Boss, why are you hitting me?"

The **** rabbi looked at Levi dullly, eyes full of tears and grievances. Then he fell to the ground with a squeak.

Levy was stunned.

There was silence, and there was only his heavy gasping voice in the alley. A gust of wind passed through the alley. Blowing over the raised stone slab, there was a faint laugh.

It wasn't until then that he heard the faint melody in the wind...like a desperate black river rushing, that sharp and manic voice melted into the wind. Becomes extremely subtle. But the subtle voice echoed in his ears, stirring his nerves, turning into a black river and drowning his reason.

The madness, despair and sadness in the melody echoed in his brain, stirring his nerves, and awakening the most terrifying memories in his heart.

"Waste! Waste! You are a waste who can't do anything well!"

The roar seemed to rang again, as if the man who would beat him madly once drunk had returned.

He screamed and turned back suddenly, but there was nothing behind him.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes went dark. I can't see anything.

In the darkness, the memories in his mind became clearer. As if returning to the past, the darkness that had settled in my heart awakened. Pulling him to feel the brutal abuse, the scars left by the whip and the stick, and the helpless despair...

"Go away! Go away!"

Levy screamed, waving his mace frantically, but couldn't hit anything. Until the end, he slumped to the ground. His hands were waving wildly, as if to scratch the non-existent ghost.

But the devil hovered in his heart. Just sneered.

"Who is it! Who is it!"

He roared hoarsely, picked up the rocks on the ground, and threw them around frantically: "I'm fighting with you!"

"So, I will let you calm down."

Beside him, a lazily figure leaned against the wall.

The moonlight passed through the high wall, shed silver light, illuminating his body. But his half-length was shrouded in the dark and hideous dress, and even his face was hidden under the wide-brimmed top hat, with only one slender and white palm exposed in the moonlight.

He held an iron-gray cane in his hand, and the cane was propped on the ground, and the moonlight shone on it, as if it was also shaking, making faint ripples.

Even Ye Qingxuan himself didn’t think of it. It was just a figure made by a simple musical note "mirror", and the "first bar" of "Black Friday" took control of Levi in ​​an understatement, causing him to kill his companion. He almost became a lunatic.

This relaxed feeling comes from the assistance of the "Nine Heavens Ring Pei". When the instrument is created, it is to assist the musician in the precise manipulation of the ether. With its assistance, Ye Qingxuan was able to play the music score engraved in his brain.

It can be said that with the help of tools, Ye Qingxuan realized the ‘plural note performance’ in disguise, skipped years of practice, and reached the ‘rhythm level’.

Unfortunately, there are five bars in Black Friday, with five different effects. His ability can only choose one of them. He can't mix and match at will, and even five effects can appear at the same time like a real musician.

This song uses the negative emotions in the melody as a medium to influence the five senses of others. What he used just now was only the first bar, visual interference.

If the whole song is used in its entirety, he can even turn a blind eye to himself or hear it, even if he stabs a knife into their chest in front of them, they will not feel any pain. In the end, he can only die in confusion.

This kind of wicked and weird style is even more black than black musicians!

Especially when playing this piece, Ye Qingxuan felt that his personality had become cold and gloomy~ IndoMTL.com~ Not just other people, it also has an impact on my own spirit.

Ye Qingxuan really wants to know what kind of idea his father had created such a dark movement in those days.

It's just that now, he has more important things to ask.

In the alley, the cane hit the ground suddenly, and the melody suddenly changed from the first bar to the third bar. The surging despair spread along with the melody and suddenly poured into Levi's mind.

Levy just felt that his eyes lit up, and he could see things again. But he was paralyzed, unable to move. A man stepped on him, looking down at him condescendingly, his face shrouded in shadows.

"Good evening, sir!"

The silhouette of that figure looks well-dressed, like a nobleman, but how come the nobleman appears in the filthy Xiacheng district? The weird tailoring and texture revealed the ferocity of the beast, but the ferocity and elegance merged into something unspeakably weird.

"It's true, there is something I want to get an answer from your mouth." (to be continued)