Silent Crown: The 265th string of your heart, my heart, 1 string

When he said this, his eyes became frantic: "Think about it! Mr. Holmes, deceiving a real god, how challenging is this?

The Shadow of Avalon is a blind spot for it, and it doesn't know what happens here. If you are willing to cooperate with me, then we will surely win! I will gain freedom, and you will gain strength!

Win-win, isn't it? "

"You are crazy..." In the mist, the young man sighed: "Sorry, although I agree with your pride and motives, please forgive me for rejection."

This time, instead of using phantom sound, he answered in person.

Perhaps, this is some degree of respect.

"No need to be sorry."

Naberis' eyes drooped: "I should be sorry, I will kill you with your respect."

The ether around him agitated for a while, waiting to urge the momentum to completely strangle the enemy. But the drop of blood in his hand that guided him in the direction suddenly heated up.

There is a cold and dead light permeating it.

In an instant, that drop of blood seemed to turn into hot lava, and the moonlight burned his palms, snorting. It penetrated his palm and fell to the ground.

A hole appeared in his palm.

Nabelis instinctively tried to continue the broken music theory connection, but found that all his senses were cut off by the light!

He lowered his head in astonishment and looked at his palm. Next to the hole, the granulation was squirming quickly, but he couldn't heal the scar. He lifted his palm, leaned in front of his eyes, and looked at the piercing scar.

He got back a round by him?

Through the hole on the back of his hand, he can vaguely see the surprise smile on the corner of his mouth: It seems that this hunting has begun to become more interesting!

For the last mission, it’s great to have such an enemy!

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The silent fog is like a dark jungle, three steps away, it's hard to tell.

Everything becomes vague and cold. Full of murderous intent. It's like the best hunting ground in the world.

The hunter and the prey seem to have returned to the equal starting line, sharpening their teeth in the dark, looking for the enemy's flaws, and then... one strike to defeat the enemy!

"Hiran once said. There are bitter fruits waiting in the long asceticism. I especially like this sentence." Naberis suddenly raised his voice and asked, "Mr. Holmes, do you read poetry?"

"Never."

The response in the fog is short and erratic.

So, Naberis nodded in surprise, "It seems that you are not a person who likes literature. What about life? What do you think of life?"

"Sincere is precious."

"That's great. Life is precious! For the sake of life, nothing is wronged."

Nabelis smiled, as if admiring at the festival: "Then, Mr. Holmes, I am willing to take a step back: and you, are willing to leave the shadow of Avalon and never come again?"

"Sorry, no."

"Nothing to be sorry, nothing. I knew you would answer this."

Nabelis bent over and took off the iron box from his waist. Pick out the accessories one by one, put them in your hands, carefully screened them, and said as if chatting: "Do you know, you are famous. Many black musicians know you."

"Oh?"

"Normal people think you are like a black musician, and black musicians think you are not like a normal person. But there is no doubt that you are the kind of sensible. There are too few sensible people, and I like it very much. People, because everything can be talked about."

He was silent for a moment, and asked abruptly: "To be honest. You suit my appetite, are you interested in being my student? Join me. Thirty years later, I promise, your strength. At least you can be on the top ten most wanted list..."

In the mist, the young man seemed to be surprised, and after a long time he laughed softly:

"I have a teacher."

"Really? That's a shame."

Senior Naberis sighed and looked at the assembled accessories in his hands: "Your teacher, I must have never taught you--what is the unique skill of the guy on the wanted list."

Boom!

Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt black in front of her eyes. With the blood on his head, he almost staggered and fell to the ground.

Boom!

There was another muffled sound all over, Ye Qingxuan's complexion was flushed, and it was difficult to make a sound. Because his heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

In the distance, Nabelis's hands are a metal heart!

The heart made up of soft and tough metal **** has seven orifices, like the punching holes of a flute. Being held in the hands of Naberis, it was blown like a musical instrument.

The voice is low and subtle, with a melodious melody, as if playing the song of life. But this song is desperate, it is a song whose life is about to die.

Just a few short fingers have already caused Ye Qingxuan's blood to be chaotic, and his heart is beating wildly.

"You must not have personally experienced the battle of a resonance-level musician, have you?"

Nabelis sighed softly: "If at the resonance level, the battle between musicians is restrained against factions, like a chess-like game.

Then above the resonance level is the confrontation and collision of the musician's heart sounds. Once your heart rate is controlled and defeated by your opponent, then you have no room to fight back. "

Ye Qingxuan suddenly leaned on the ground, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, he was taken aback when he heard the words, and asked hoarsely: "You... can you hear your heart sounds just by listening to people?"

"No, no, that would be taken for granted. It requires careful calculations, a series of derivations, and a lot of experience. This is probably my unique skill? That's why I am called by the Holy City 'Heart Hunter'.

So, give it up, Mr. Holmes. "

He looked down at the metal heart in his hand and stared at the pulsating atrium in it: "Thank you for chatting with me for so long, allowing me to prepare calmly.

Now, your heart is in my hands. "

"Hey..."

In the mist, a weak voice of the teenager came: "Don't you think of me badly?"

"To be honest, I do not reject the intimacy between men and men."

Nabelis pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "How about making a decision after I see you? After all, everyone has the love of beauty."

"Hey, you still want to be pretty."

Ye Qingxuan coughed violently: "That's OK, come here, I will show you something good."

"Okay."

Nabelis said, but his footsteps stopped thirty meters away. Thirty meters, thirty meters...a critical distance.

"Do you want to show me your alchemy equipment that can release lightning effects?"

He has a cautious look. "Please forgive me for being timid. According to the information I've collected, the most powerful alchemy equipment should be a saint's relic, right? Let's avoid it...that level of power, if it comes at close range. Even though I passed by Transformation, but still a little overwhelming."

"..."

Ye Qingxuan cursed a **** in a low voice, and the cane that he raised faltered on the ground: Sure enough, the same trick won't work if you use it too much. This time the enemy had been prepared for a long time, I am afraid that the House has already begun to guard against its own eyes of Indra.

"You tried so hard to knock me down. Don't dare to come over again, don't you think it's funny?"

"Safety comes first. It's just a few ridicules. It's not worth paying attention to."

Nabelis lowered his head and held the metal heart in his hand, and whispered softly: "In my opinion, the current level is not enough. You need to be more cautious when dealing with opponents like you."

Ye Qingxuan couldn't laugh or cry: "How cautious do you want to be?"

"At least... I will make you unable to speak before speaking."

Nabelis' palms suddenly clenched, and Ye Qingxuan's complexion turned blue and red, nauseous. Spouting a mouthful of sticky blood, even chaotic.

"You see, it is so miserable that the heart is controlled by others."

Nabelis’ voice came: "The heart sound represents the life of oneself. Once mastered by the enemy, it means that life is held in the hands of others."

"Yes, it's like the relationship between you and the evil **** in your family..."

Ye Qingxuan hadn't finished speaking, but he felt black in front of his eyes: the eye pressure was too strong, and his eyeballs were about to burst. Guided by the frantic beating of the heart, the internal organs began to rebel, with blood all over the body. Venous arteries, lymphatic and spinal cord are all affected...

Nabelis wanted to kill him easily, as long as he grasped that heart and played a few tritone intervals, no more than a few eight beats. He died so much that he could no longer die.

But now that **** guy clearly wants to get alive...The thing of a young life is that he really can do it! Because Ye Qingxuan discovered that if this continues, he will really lose his voice.

He lowered his head, pulled the hidden button in his sleeve with difficulty, and injected the needle. Local anesthesia injection, stimulant injection... The needle pierced the blood vessel and brought dull pain.

Twitching, he made a hoarse voice:

"Do you know...why do I not want to be a black musician?"

"I don't know, but whoever wants to be a black musician, right?"

Nabelis couldn't help but whistled: "Let me guess, probably because of prejudice?"

"...not right."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head hard, but his body couldn't help but crawl to the ground, unable to hold it anymore.

Naberis pondered for a moment, and then asked: "Is it because of the idea? You wouldn't be like the revolutionary army, thinking about overthrowing all the rule?"

"Hehe." The boy laughed hoarsely, weak and hoarse.

"Well, is it because of lack of interest? So you should be a core disciple of a certain school. Indeed, you must take refuge in natural disasters and the contract with the Holy Spirit is more relaxed..."

This time, the young man in the mist didn't even bother to answer him.

Nabelis smiled softly. After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but sigh softly: "It's not because of profit, not because of prejudice, not because of philosophy...Hey, you guy, is it to keep the musician's oath? ?"

No one responded, and in the mist, the boy was already speechless.

Even the breathing has been intermittent.

Once every few seconds.

Wait, every few seconds?

Nabelis froze for a moment, and counted in his mind: five, four, three, two, one, snoring, five, four, three, two, one, suck... Soon, his face changed drastically and he broke straight. He cleared the fog and rushed to the place where the boy was.

There is nothing.

Only one coin with phantom sound was shining brightly~IndoMTL.com~ The sound of breathing was released every five seconds. And just on the ground, you can vaguely see the blood spit out by the teenager.

There are also traces of him crawling hard, crawling out towards the distance little by little...

Beside the coin, there is also the answer written by the teenager with blood on his finger.

Why don't you want to be a black musician? The reason is simple...

——Because you are too stupid.

Nabelis's complexion changed for a while, but in the end, he couldn't help laughing, laughing, as if he had heard a great joke.

He was not furious, nor was he at a loss. Instead, he was full of appreciation from the heart.

"Even running away? Mr. Holmes, no matter from which angle you are, you are an enemy worthy of my admiration!" He stared at the direction where the boy was crawling, rubbing his hands excitedly:

"Let me see how far you can escape!" (To be continued.)