~： The first year story 022, the first glass of wine

"Okay, look around! Oh, I forgot. Although your brain's thinking speed has increased, your motor nerves have not improved, so you can't move or dodge. In other words, even if you see it around No matter how slow you are, you cannot avoid the fact that you are about to be torn apart."

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"Interesting. I know, you must be thinking about a way to get out now. I am deeply impressed by your tenacious spirit of living no matter what. But the fact is the fact. You must live safely in this world. Wisdom is sometimes not the only bargaining chip. You also need another thing, a...power that can keep you safe!"

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"How about, would you like to taste this first glass of wine with me? You will like this wonderful taste soon, but I don't want you to be too fascinated and become the same as the last user. Under me, it becomes a complete accessory. Because it will be very boring. But I believe that with your concentration, you should be able to resist the temptation of this kind of wine? Hey, for the time being."

"How to do."

"Oh? So, do you agree? Hey, it's really interesting. People who are willing to accept me, let me teach you the first time. You just remember the feeling this time, because from From now on, you will pull me out according to your own wishes, and let me see to which level you can exert my power!"

In the time that was close to being still, a black chain sprang from the dim sword hilt again. Unlike other chains, the head of this chain is tapered. This awl dragged the chain around the little beggar for four consecutive times, as if completely binding the little beggar. Finally, he fiercely inserted the end of the little beggar's right forearm.

In the real world, the sharp teeth of the wolfdog have been bitten down, and the sharp claws have been torn apart. At this moment, the blizzard in the air suddenly became strong, and everything was swept into the white darkness of hell.

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Why did the blizzard suddenly become so strong?

The little girl in the distance opened the curtain of the carriage and looked out. I saw that the snowflakes in the air became more dense. The four horses pulling the cart were still fine just now, but now they started to scream as if they felt something. A cold wind blew, causing the little girl to shiver, and hurriedly lowered the curtain. But at this moment, the heavy curtain seemed to be unable to isolate the cold outside, and the warm carriage quickly turned into a chilling ice cave...

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The servant stared, and the corners of his mouth twitched. In front of him, the blizzard was so heavy that he couldn't see anything. The snow-white and cold hexagonal crystal completely buried the little beggar and the wolf dog. No one knew what happened inside.

Whoosh--

A thing flew out of it, it was a wolfdog. Seeing his pet dog again, most of the anxiety on the servant's face disappeared. But when he saw the look of the wolf dog, his face was instantly frozen.

That is not a dog, but a half. It's like being cut from the middle line by something unusually sharp, with only the left half of the body. The wolf dog still opened his mouth, making a gesture of biting. The cut side of it did not shed blood on the ground, but was completely frozen by a thin layer of ice. Just like a physical specimen, the servant can see every internal organ of the dog, see his cut heart, the stomach sac with some minced meat, and the large intestine extending to the stomach.

The wolf dog's body fell on the snow. Clang Clang, as if it had been placed in a temperature of minus ten degrees Celsius for three days and three nights. It is hard to imagine that it was still alive a minute ago, able to move and scream.

The servant stared at the corpse of the wolf dog in a daze, and stopped thinking in horror. At this moment, the blizzard in front of him gradually dissipated, and a pair of blood-red eyes shot out from the white snow...

"you you you--!"

The blizzard stopped. As if afraid of something, he never dared to fall on that child again. At his feet, the bodies of the other two wolfhounds were all cut open, and their movements still maintained the moment before the pounce.

Wow...

Lightly, from the hand of the little beggar. The servant lowered his head and suddenly saw a black giant sword that was longer than the little beggar's body stuck in the snow! The hilt of the black sword was surrounded by a loose iron chain, and with the slight movement of the little beggar's hand, it made a slight rattling sound. And at the hilt, there were blood-red eyes, wide open, staring at him!

The servant can't move anymore, like a frog being stared at by a snake, he has even forgotten what he should do. The little beggar's eyes became blood-red, and his right hand firmly held the hilt of the huge sword that was higher than him, the corner of his mouth...

Grinned.

"Oh..."

Under the reflection of the blood pupil, the little beggar's left hand gradually loosened. The little baby girl who had been in his arms for a long time, but now she was thrown away by him like some rubbish.

"Gluck..."

The smirk that shouldn't have reverberated in the tremors of the snowflakes. Because of the snow, the sleeping baby girl was finally not awakened. She continued to fall asleep, closing her eyes, not looking at what was happening outside.

The chain inserted into the little beggar's right arm formed a shackle, and the child slowly stood up straight, using both hands, to hold the black sword. Slowly, he pulled it up from the snow, and the rattling chains tightened at this moment, completely binding his right hand and the hilt. Now, the child was holding the black sword that was completely disproportionate to his height, and staring at the prey in front of him with the blood-red pupils.

"You...you ditch mouse! What tricks!"

The servant raised his hand and tried to overcome the fear in his heart with the machete in his hand.

Hand, drop.

The hand holding the steel knife, lying in the snow, the blood at the end has been frozen.

No pain...No, to be precise, it is too late to feel the pain. Just like magic, the servant watched the thin body holding the sword with a wave, and then, his hand flew out as if it was no longer his own.

"Haha...hahaha...hahahahaha——————!!!"

Calm down, has disappeared from this little beggar. The expression on his face became "rich", and the joy of the first drink made him unable to extricate himself, and he was completely mad.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The pain finally came from the broken arm. The wound on his right arm had been frozen, and the servant was clutching his shoulder and shouting heartbreakingly. He turned around, no longer caring about tasks or tasks, and no longer caring about who he should look for after losing 100 Sura. He just wanted to escape and live.

He stepped out, his feet moved forward, but his body did not move. In those twisted and flustered pupils, he watched one of his left legs fly out, then his right leg, and finally his left arm.

Snapped--

The snow was raised.

The servant was lying in the cold white world, the corners of his mouth, twisted by fear.

The pure white world is still spotless. There was no filthy liquid that contaminated the white crystals from the wound that was instantly frozen. The servant's body has no feeling, he tried to twist his body, trying to turn it over.

One foot stepped on his back. Under the night sky where snowflakes drifted slowly, the servant's pupils were already staring out with fear. Then, some laughter that didn't look like a human being rang in his ears.

"No...no! Don't kill me! Please...don't kill me!"

Unable to look back, there is only white in front of me. He pleaded vigorously, and his desire for life turned him into a mouse who didn't want to die. But even with such a prayer, the sneer behind him still didn't stop...

Come on.

The sword stuck into his back. It penetrated the heart, stabbed out of his chest, and nailed the servant to the snow. He opened his mouth wide and wanted to cough, but there was no blood pouring from his mouth. The torn back was frozen, and a thin layer of ice covered the wound.

"Hey...oo...crack...!"

The broken heart was frozen, and the hellish cold made the servant's eyes gradually turn white. On his back, the jet-black sword began to stir, and the wound that had just been frozen gave off a glass-like cracking sound, and then it froze again without waiting for the blood inside to gush out.

The black blade slowly pulled down along the wound on his back. Pull from the chest to the waist, and then from the waist to the hips. The instantly frozen wound delayed the servant's death, allowing him to experience the taste of his body being completely cut.

Dim Mie finally left this person's body. It had just torn apart a human body, and there was no trace of blood on the blade. The servant's body was no longer distorted. He opened his mouth, his eyes rolled white, and he had become a flesh that would never move or speak.

The blood-red pupils flickered under the snowy night, and the distortion on the little beggar's face was still not static. He exhaled, and the smirk at the corner of his mouth gave people a feeling of release after being suppressed. As the blood pupils on Dim Mi bloomed, the little beggar slowly raised his head and looked around.

Soon, he saw his next goal in the snow... the baby in the snow.

Driven by the scarlet pupils, the little beggar dragged his sword and walked towards the baby step by step. On the right arm, which was tightly bound by the chain, the shackle made a soft rattle. He gasped, with a "chuckle" laugh from the corners of his mouth, walked to the baby's face, raised the sword, and aimed the jet-black blade at the baby girl...

The blood pupil exudes excitement. This strong light agitated the little beggar, and finally, the corner of his mouth grinned...

Blade, stab.

In the flying snowflakes, the black sword was inserted mercilessly into the baby. Raise the snow and shake out a flowerbed in the air...