Bestial Blade

They escaped from the mountains.

Huayi counted the number of people, the original relatively complete tribe, suddenly shrank nearly half of the people.

Chang'an was sitting on a tall stone with his feet suspended, his knife lay across his knee, still sharp and heavy.

He looked at the knife without a word, it was so long, the blade was facing, and even the two-headed snake on Yufeng Mountain was backing away from trembling. However, at this time, Changan felt that he was about to believe it.

When he was a young child, he could not help watching Zhe Yan closed his eyes before him. Now he is different from before, and Alan is washed away by the water just in front of him.

He raised his head slightly blankly, surrounded by a vast wilderness, a crowd of tired and sluggish faces.

The laughter and joke that made him so uncomfortable was like brushed in the sand. Do n’t need more. When a bowl of water goes down, there is nothing.

Chang'an grew to eighteen years old, and for the first time had so many thoughts.

Solimus lost his incense candle, and could only insert three small wooden sticks instead. He knelt on the ground, facing down in the direction of the north, and bowed down religiously, saying something in his mouth. His forehead was covered with tiny scars, but only then did he look serene, like a traveler who had gone a long way and finally returned to his hometown.

Luda finally found Chang'an, walked down to his feet, looked up at him, and asked bluntly, "Are you hurt?"

Chang'an shook his head indifferently.

Lu Da said "oh", staring at Chang'an's knife like a serval cat seeing a fish, then he lowered his head, rubbed his toes on the ground, and stunned for a long while, the boy finally made up his mind, again He looked up at Chang'an and said, "You said you would teach me a knife."

Chang'an drifted to somewhere and his eyes were pulled back by him. He looked down at Ruda for a moment, and suddenly asked the words that Bei Shi had asked him: "Learn the sword? What's the use of the sword?"

Luda was stunned, apparently he hadn't considered such a deep question, and he frowned for a long time before he said, "I'm an orc, you don't bring me shackles, don't take me as a slave, I naturally want to learn the sword Become strong ... Well, if I don't become strong, I can't deal with those who bully me, and I can't repay you. "

Chang'an sounds ridiculous-this sounds familiar, but it is similar to those **** that he told Bei Shi that year.

The babies want to be strong, and one day they will really become very powerful, and then they find that there is something more powerful-killing the bone-winged Dapeng, and the two-headed snake, the two-headed snake, but there is still Undead boulder and torrent.

Chang'an was silent for a moment, then suddenly jumped off the big rock and said, "You follow me."

Luda was overjoyed, with light coming out of her eyes. The child was usually a little silent and not very temperamental, but she would chase behind Changan like a child who got sugar, and chattered: "You want What taught me? Is it a saber? Like you ... "

Chang An settled his footsteps, turned around, crossed his sword with one hand, and reached Ruda: "Do you want to try?"

Lu Da's newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and he stretches out his hands to grab, but Chang'an looses his hands. How can a child's wrists eat the weight of 100 kilograms? Luda stepped back two steps, and then fell directly to the ground with the big knife.

Changan didn't say anything. He picked up his knife and took a machete from his waist. There were too many dead people, no matter where he could not find the body. Those who could see the body, his companions had no time to bury him, always thinking There was something left from him to commemorate this person who had lived, and each person had a few more weapons that were not his own.

Luda saw Changan cut down a wooden stake with a wide bowl opening and a height just enough to let him hack down, neither too tall nor too short.

Chang'an raised his hand to cut the wood pile two inches thick, with a neat wound and neatness. The cut wood pieces were put back, making people almost invisible.

Then Chang'an walked over, holding Luda's arm behind him, holding his knife handle down, and said, "You look carefully."

Luda only felt that the back of the hand was terribly white, and the skin was as thin as a layer of paper. He could clearly see the bones and blood vessels through the back of his hand, which made him look at his little black hand again. Smell yourself.

But he hadn't been distracted for a long time. Then, Luda felt that his hands were taken up by an irresistible force. The man's hands were white, but his palms were covered with thin cocoons. They were rubbed on the skin, making it rough. People ache.

Luda unconsciously followed his movements and raised his hand, and then Chang'an suddenly pressed his knife and hacked.

The strength and speed of the blade's blades forming a line almost made Luda have the illusion that his arm was no longer on his own body. The machete cut the wood without resistance, but the power of retracting the knife was greater than that of the split. Luda's wrist was straight. If he had numbness, if Chang'an hadn't held his hand tightly, the machete would have been released.

The little slave's eyes were straight, he held his breath involuntarily, his heart throbbed, and a burst of blood rushed into his head, hitting his head with a leap, even enlarging his pupils. When did he even loosen Chang'an? He didn't know it when he opened it.

Chang'an took the block of wood off the post, and Luda was awakened by his movements. She hurriedly shook her head and stretched her neck to see-I saw that the block of wood was just right from top to bottom. It was split in half, but Changan's knife was too accurate. The wooden block on the top was cracked cleanly, and no white line was left on the wooden stake below.

No more, no less, just those two inches.

Luda paused again, staring at Chang'an with a dumbfounded expression, unable to speak: "You ... you ..."

Chang'an just touched his head rudely, and said absently, "Trick, did you remember the action you just made? If you want to learn, use this to get started."

When Bei Shi taught him, he also told him that it was just a little trick, teaching him how to control his arms and wrists. At that time, Changan thought that the man who was out of touch was stink. Now it seems that Bei Shi is right, it is indeed It's a little trick-it's useless except to fool the kids.

Chang'an suddenly wanted to take a sip, he felt that he had felt the feeling that Huayi said ... the blood was cold.

Huayi counted the number of people, asked people to raise the pot, rest on the spot, and saw that Chang'an suddenly popped out behind him without knowing it.

Huayi sighed, stretched out a hand to lift Chang'an's face, rubbed it a bit, and squeezed it again on his chin, whispering: "Okay, it's not your fault, who There, she can't hold her back. "

Chang'an gave him a deep look, silent for a moment, and whispered, "Am I not good at art?"

His anger and hatred receded, and his heart was full of bitter water, sour and astringent, unspeakable discomfort. Chang'an wanted to find something to fill in it, but he couldn't find any reason for his bowel and stomach. He didn't The person who can bear hatred, and there is no enemy that can be defeated. Finally, after thinking about it, he is left with nothing like this.

Huayi Zhengshi said: "I don't think so."

Chang'an lowered his head, realizing that he could not find the answer, so he no longer tangled, pointing at Huayi's hip flask, "Give me a sip."

Huayi glanced at him, raised an eyebrow, and untied the jug to him.

Huayi's liquor was so aggressive that Changan took it and smelled it. Then he frowned like a potion, took a big sip, and still got spicy from the head to his stomach. He coughed uncomfortably, but As the intense spiciness passed, there seemed to be a fire in his belly, slowly, burning along the blood vessels to his limbs.

The water on Chang'an had dried up, but he always felt that a bit of chill in the water was immersed in his bones, as if entangled with the bones of the cheekbones, and he called the wine to clean it.

The spirits got on his head, and Chang'an's face even had a pale blood on his face. Those things that were entangled in his heart and made him all heavy, seemed to leave the confusion that he couldn't find the answer. He went a little further.

Bei Shi was right, one cup was forgetful, two cups were open, three cups and five cups went down ... Maybe they can really get drunk for generations, and they are even happier than gods.

Chang'an bowed his head and drank the jug. He lowered his eyes. At that moment, no one knew what he was thinking.

Then he covered the jug, took only one sip, and returned it to Huayi.

Huayi wondered, "Is my wine bad?"

Chang'an: "OK."

Huayi: "Why don't you take another sip? I only have this pot left. Who knows when to escape, and in the future, there will not be enough food to eat, but there will be no drink."

Chang'an shoved the jug and waved his hand: "No, I'm confused if we drink too much. We don't have enough manpower. I have to stay vigil tonight."

He left when he was finished, in a ragged shirt, his legs rolled up and he forgot to put down, but his back was straight. Chang'an held his terrifying saber with one hand, and at this moment it seemed, but suddenly it didn't look very offensive.

But one night, this handsome young man suddenly had the appearance of a man.

A man, not to mention a knife and a mountain on his shoulder, as long as he is immortal, he must also carry it. It is a matter of course that no one will sympathize with him for this.

Huayi glanced down at the jug in his hand, sniffed under his nose, and took a sip at the place where Changan had drank. He drank very slowly, as if it had a slightly different taste from it. It was this small mouth that made him drunk.

By the time they found their place again, it would be a month later.

The shadow of the ground fire finally left them. They walked through the wilderness and the wilderness. Countless people fell down and never got up again. Many scattered tribes who escaped with only three or five people joined in.

They kept walking, and after Solaim went south, they went all the way to the east, and people had a feeling that they would go to the old days.

Finally, before the snow fell, Solem took them to a cave where they could hide, with the jerky and hides they had accumulated along the way, avoiding the first severe cold.