Silent Crown Chapter 13: Victory

　　 "Forcibly upgrade the Jackal into an Eudemon... Distortion rules... Scepter level?"

　　Bu Yushi covered his tragic wound, with a crying and smiling expression: "You have reached this level? How old are you? Twenty-four? Twenty-five?"

　　 "Twenty-three years old."

　　Wolf flute wiped half of his face with blood stains, and laughed coldly: "How is it? Does the distance between genius and mortal make you desperate?"

　　 "Twenty-three? I am 47 years old."

　　Buyu Master muttered to himself in despair: "I have given so much, and even become a believer of the hundred eyes. It took more than ten years. A person like you...why would you touch that threshold first?"

　　 "Why?!"

　　 He raised his head stiffly, screamed, ignoring his tragic injury: "I paid so much!!! So much!!!"

　　 "I said everything."

　　The wolf flute grinned, and laughed fiercely like a wolf: "Because I am a genius."

　　 He hid his clarinet in a place where the rainman could not see, his face was plain, only his fingers rubbed the crack that almost pierced the clarinet, but he felt distressed with convulsions.

　　 Sure enough, it was still too reluctant.

　　 "Really?"

　　 Bu Yushi stared into his eyes and sneered suddenly, as if he saw the reflection of someone in his pupils, and suddenly realized: "That's really an honor. I thought geniuses have no weaknesses." ."

　　The wolf flute frowned indifferently, and his finger flicked slightly. The silver wolf roared under the moonlight and disappeared suddenly! The silver wolf sneaked in the void and bit out the enemy's throat.

　　 "There!"

　　 Bu Yushi suddenly shot an explosive iron, and his blood gathered on the iron piece in his hand, causing the iron piece to scream terribly. The explosive iron lifted the thick water vapor and whizzed out, but the location was quite different from the location where the wolf king was about to appear!

　　 clearly couldn't hit, but at that moment, the wolf flute felt anger burst out of his brain.

　　The direction that the explosive iron went...It was the white-haired boy who fainted in the corner!

　　Bu Yushi said that he found his weakness, yes, he found...

　　The wolf flute sighed, closed his eyes, and waved.

　　 So, the silver wolf flickered out of the void forcibly and stopped in front of the young man's land. Dozens of iron sand slammed into his body instantly, and the silver blood flew, causing it to emit a sharp scream and its eyes were crazy.

　　The body of the wolf flute shook.

　　The Wolf King frantically rubbed his four claws, trying to tear the **** enemy apart, but then another explosive iron hit it like a meteorite. The fragments flew and scratched its eyes. .

　　The body of the wolf flute shook again.

　　 "Mr. Genius, you shouldn't look over there. You have seen it so many times...Do you care about him?" Bu Yushi laughed hoarsely, laughing until he couldn't breathe.

　　 clearly he knelt on the ground, coughing in pain, but the voice was full of mockery: "No one believes that the murderous law makes a musician care about the life of a child? Hahaha, like A genius like you is also a shame among legal lawyers, right?"

　　 "Aren't you afraid of your bet wrong?" Wolf flute's face was gloomy.

　　 "But, what if you win the bet? It's all fate."

　　 Bu Yushi stretched out his hand and picked up the instrument in a pool of blood. After experiencing the load of overclocking, this instrument that had accompanied him for many years turned out to be extremely hot.

　　 He ignored the scorching temperature, held it tightly, and waved a burst of explosive iron again.

　　 collapse!

　　 In the wheelchair, Wolfflute's body twitched, unable to move.

　　 Bu Yushi looked back and looked at his enemy coldly: "What's more... I can run into an idiot who binds consumables like summons to his own life. It's my luck, right?"

　　The wolf flute was silent, and he lowered his head, already speechless.

　　 The sticky blood dripped from his wheelchair and gathered on the ground into a small pond.

　　 Qi is like a gossamer.

　　 "I won."

　　 Buyu Master announced in a cold voice.

　　 As if sensing the dying of his master, in front of Ye Qingxuan, the wolf king got up from the ground angrily, regardless of his wounds, got up frantically from the ground and rushed towards the Bu Yushi.

　　"Three explosive shots can't be solved, the spirit wolf is really troublesome..."

　　 Buyu teacher frowned, raised the clarinet to his lips, and the sharp and high-pitched voice once again spread with the **** fog. The screaming roars of countless people gathered into that terrible performance, and the sound seemed to become a long knife, scratching people's eardrums.

　　 Just in the **** mist of the dancing ground, the explosive iron condensed again, one, two, three... six!

　　 The six explosive irons released a hot red light, and the low buzzing sound spread the scalp-numbing lethality.

　　 immediately after...

　　——Boom!

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　　 For a moment, Master Bu Yu could not hear anything.

　　His eyes were black and dim, and only a ray of light could be seen clearly.

　　 He moaned in pain, lowered his head to look at his hands-they had exploded, following the explosion of the clarinet. Plasma emerged from the shattered carpal condyle, pouring down.

　　 Under the moonlight, he raised his head, revealing his torn face, his chin hanging on his neck, dripping with blood. In the blood and blood, only one dry eyeball was blinking, in a daze.

　　 And the silver wolf that originally pounced on has disappeared without a trace. It had already reached the limit of collapse, and it was just a dying counterattack.

　　In the end, Bu Yushi finally let out a sharp scream.

　　 "Wolf flute!!!"

　　He roared: "Wolf flute!!!"

　　 "The error of the instrument will lead to the error of control. The error of control will make the ether lose control, and the ether lose control will bring devastating consequences... The wolf flute is right."

　　 In his vague roar, a hoarse voice said softly.

　　 The white-haired boy who was supposed to be in a faint didn't know when he opened his eyes, and stared at him quietly, with bloodshot eyes.

　　 "You lost."

　　 he said so.

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　　 In a drowsy state, Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes with difficulty, feeling his skull humming with the hammer.

　　 The mere interference of the noise made him dizzy and almost fell to his knees. The power of the musician, even the aftermath, is enough to destroy a person's mind and resistance.

　　 He felt that his body was about to break.

　　 was hit head-on by the force enough to tear down the wall at the beginning, and he was about to collapse.

　　 Immediately afterwards, in the middle of the confrontation between the two musicians, suffering from the aftermath, almost fell into shock. Fortunately, the final blast awakened him. He felt like he had a nightmare, his internal organs were beating frantically, but his body did not listen.

　　 can't move.

　　 "Did I lose?"

　　 Bu Yushi stared at him in a daze, lowered his head dullly, and looked at the fragments on the ground, his voice was blurred: "You guys did something to my instrument...nothing...no! It's obviously complete!"

　　 "Yeah, but you didn't notice, there is only one spare part missing."

　　 Ye Qingxuan raised his hand with difficulty. At his fingertips, the slender ‘reed’ reflected the moonlight, illuminating his eyes, flowing like snow.

　　 "I always feel that it is too dangerous to return the complete instrument to you, but the wolf flute said that if you destroy it, you will notice it... so I think it is not impossible to return it to you."

　　 He coughed and laughed softly: "Just replace a needle spring and it's okay."

　　 Ye Qingxuan dropped the reed in his hand on the ground, and panted with pain after a simple movement: "You used your original spare parts, soaked in strong acid to make them old, and then carved a very shallow incision. "

　　 The boy gestured with two fingers: "It's a small gap that is insignificant. In a hurry, people will not notice the change in tone. Its only flaw is that it is easy to break after high heat and overload vibration... …"

　　 "The slightest loss is a thousand miles away."

　　 He whispered softly in an old oriental saying: "So the truth is the same."

　　"From the beginning..."

　　 Bu Yushi staggered closer to him, his face twitching: "You calculated it from the beginning? No, I am the only one who has flaws in the Song of Rain Demon... I should be the only one to know!"

　　 "Maybe."

　　 Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes: "Originally, I almost forgot."

　　'Song of Rain Demon' is indeed powerful. Both its offensiveness and environmental impact are far superior to similar music, but it does not mean that it has no flaws: it can forcibly extract all the heat in the mist as an explosion The power of iron made this small effect, which was originally just throwing objects, forced to advance, possessing destructive lethality.

　　 But this means that the load on the instrument is ten times that of other performances.

　　 Once out of control, all the heat will explode in an instant...

　　 Bu Yushi roared, but felt that his chin finally fell off its original place and fell to the ground. Then the blood flowed out of the body, unable to stop it. His body was declining rapidly, and the things once taken by the evil **** as a price disappeared again, and he fell to the ground, feeling that his vitality was quickly drawn away.

　　 If this world is a dining table for a hundred eyes, then the so-called believers are nothing more than a pepper shaker at hand. Pepper is about to grow hair now... of course, eat it quickly.

　　 Eat, eat, eat.

　　 Eat it.

　　 "No, it shouldn't be like this, I'm here obviously according to your will, why should I..."

　　 The bust rainman, who was half-broken, was struggling in a pool of blood, crawling forward with difficulty, and his last one eye fell on Ye Qingxuan's body, and suddenly a feverish light flashed: "Body, yes, I need a new body! Did you promise my rebirth? I still have hope! I gained God’s approval!"

　　 He laughed, as if comforting himself, but he could only make a hollow voice. But in his broken right hand, the remaining **** grasped the ‘worm’ that twisted like a leech.

　　 He crawled towards Ye Qingxuan, squirming in a pool of blood: "Body, give me a new body..."

　　 Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hands hard to prop up his body, but was helpless. He smelled the stench, and in the sound of being stirred by the blood, the decayed rainman finally pulled his trousers and smiled ecstatically:

　　 "Body, body!"

　　 Ye Qingxuan's face was pale, and trembling fingers pulled half of the dagger from his sleeve... That was what Vito had given him before he left. He didn't expect that it would become his own life-saving straw now.

　　 His arms trembled, and he pointed the dagger at the old man like a ghost in front of him with difficulty, but in the eyes of Bu Yushi, he did not see fear and frustration, but kind of like watching a joke. The same contempt and ridicule.

　　 "What are you holding in your hand? A toy?"

　　 Bu Yushi cracked his big broken mouth, as if laughing. Then he lifted his finger and snapped his fingers. The knuckles exploded, but the sound of the knuckles colliding like a hammer hit Ye Qingxuan's hand.

　　 Click it!

　　 Ye Qingxuan's wrist suddenly dislocated, and the dagger flew out of his hand, breaking into iron **** in a pool of blood.

　　 "Child, don't be afraid, don't resist me..."

　　 Bu Yushi looked at Ye Qingxuan’s eyes, and laughed with ecstasy: "As long as you sleep for a while, you can complete the transfer of will."

　　 Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth, panting, and said nothing.

　　 He wanted to escape back, but there was a wall behind him, and he had no way to escape.

　　 During the whole process, he only expected one thing wrong, which was the dying counterattack of Master Bu Yu.

　　 but this step is wrong, there is no way to recover.

　　 Bu Yushi screamed again in pain, because the cold worm got into his left eye, digging out the flesh and skull, and piercing the big one. Then stretched out the other end of the suction cup, crawling on Ye Qingxuan's chest, and quickly wandering toward his eyes.

　　 Great, rebirth is in sight!

　　 Bu Yushi was overjoyed.

　　 "Don't resist, accept God's reward, good boy, we can go to the pinnacle of musicians together!"

　　 He said happily incoherently: "Aren’t you excited?! I will always remember you, young man, what’s your name? Where’s your name from?! Why don’t you speak? You must be too nervous, it’s okay, me Forgive you... We are really good friends, do you know?"

　　 But Ye Qingxuan seemed to be scared and silly~ IndoMTL.com~ did not speak. He just looked behind Bu Yushi, as if looking at the best thing in the world, and couldn't help laughing.

　　 "He is not your good friend..."

　　 A hoarse voice came from behind the Rain Master, making the Rain Master stunned.

　　 Bu Yushi finally saw it. In the reflection of Ye Qingxuan's eyes, there was a vaguely old yellow dog standing in a pool of blood. Beside the old dog, there was a blond young man with a green complexion, as if forcibly suppressing fear.

　　As the Bu Yushi watched, he raised the iron rod used to seal the door in his hand, raised it high, and then smashed it down!

　　"——I am!!!"

　　Card pop!

　　 A depression appeared on the head of Master Buyu, and it fell to the ground. His expression froze, and he looked at the frantic boy blankly, his lips murmured as he wanted to say something, but he saw Vito lift the iron rod, and then...smash!

　　bang! boom! boom! boom!

　　In the almost tyrannical beating, Master Bu Yu’s head gradually dried up, his last eyes were full of despair, and he said with difficulty: "Wait, I..."

　　bang!

　　 Vito smashed the final blow with expressionlessly, and blood shot into his face, staining his green eyes.

After a crisp sound, there is no more sound.

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