~： The fifth story 013, the sword of violence............?

The dense fog that turned the world into a gray did not gradually dissipate until 1 minute later. The idiot standing in the center raised his left arm silently, looking at the leather armband, his eyes turned into ice peaks.

That's right, he was watching... silently.

But when he stared at the leather armor, the gloom over there was shaking the red hair, and said very satisfied: "Auxiliary weapon-mist. The idea of ​​this thing comes from the explosion guide that will be given to you before. The time when the power stone was replaced with a smoke guide stone. You don’t know, I really spent a long time doing this, and spent countless energy~~~!"

An took out the design manual on his body, opened the design drawings on the mist one by one, and pointed to the design drawings inside and kept saying: "I wanted to set it as a trigger for the original design. It is to make something and throw it on the ground, and the smoke will disperse. But if you think about it later, when you throw something, it will definitely produce a lot of movement, facing the first-class expert, it will only be dead. I can't bring so many, it seems cumbersome."

The idiot still looked at the fog on his left arm and was silent. I don't know if he is really listening to An's story.

"Later I went through a few more improvements, and finally decided to use this shape of leather armbands. Oh, looking back now, that period was really hard~~~! It must be made on such thin leather. Out of a circle of smoke-releasing holes, we need to plan a conductive circuit diagram inside, and calculate whether the leather armor will be invalid due to hits. We need to compromise the degree of distortion to the conductive stone. , The influence of the guiding force array."

"Do you know? The hardness of this piece of cowhide is 55! All work must be performed at the hardness of 55! Also, the smoke inside I originally planned to make tear gas, but do you know what to plan? How complicated is the guiding force of tear gas? As a last resort, it has to be turned into water vapor."

"In order to maximize the concealment, I suddenly wanted to use the two movements of the fist to adjust the bones of the arm by pinching and relaxing, as a control method. With the last shake, I can make the fog reach this. Perfect state!...Cut, **** it. Now that I think about it, the boss actually bought Misty for only 20 sura, which is really not right."

"Alright, alright, we know. This thing is really good, very practical, very good~~~!"

In order to prevent An from continuing to chatter holding the design drawings like this, Xing Li had to interrupt her in time. After comforting the eldest inventor, she turned her head and smiled--

"Mr. Xiaobai, your strength is not strong enough, this thing is good for... avoiding some unnecessary battles. You should keep it..........Huh? Mr. Xiaobai?...Mr. Xiaobai? ?"

In the courtyard, beside the rockery. The raised left hand is still held high, and the mist on his arm still emits a warm khaki. In his gaze, Bun came over and gently pulled his sleeve. After glancing at the armband, the owner of the sleeve lowered his left hand and gently... stroked the child's hair...

(Hey hey...Human kid. If I didn't guess wrong just now, you should be planning to find out the usefulness of this thing and sell it after changing hands, right?)

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(Oh, what about now? After confirming that this thing can make you disappear from the front in broad daylight for a minute, how do you feel now?)

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(Are you very excited? Very excited? I really want to run out to the street to try it now, and then use me to pierce the hearts of those confused passers-by while frowning in the smoke? OK! Go! Let's try Try it! Come, try it!)

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Hands, let go.

The laughter in my mind continued to interpret sarcasm and madness. The idiot raised his head and exhaled quietly. His eyes are always frozen, but the hand stroking the little girl's hair...

But still slowly, slowly...

"Woo~~~ silly~~~ beep~~~"

Little Bread screamed comfortably and threw himself into the arms of the idiot, his small face kept turning on his chest. Seeing this scene, An over there snapped his fingers and said, "Xiao Bai, it looks like you really want to be satisfied with my work?"

"……………………"

"Hey, are you satisfied? Give me a true letter!"

"………………………………well."

Two words finally came out of his mouth.

Snapped--

Anan snapped his fingers and said with a smile: "Excellent! It seems that instead of selling these weapons, it would be more interesting to use them directly for others! Well, if I make something good in the future, you will give it to me. Experiment to see if it fits or not. If you use it together, I will send it to you directly. Hahahahaha——————! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my heart..."

Xingli over there supported the depression of her heart numb because she was too happy, but she didn't care about her body at all. Someone who appreciates this work seems to make her more vigorous. She is holding her chest and going back to her own studio. She seems to want to challenge the next work and contribute to her invention. Xing Li had no choice but to let the maid help her go, and after sending it to the door, he greeted the idiot and went back to the room. Ready to spend this night.

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night……

serene.

After a day of noisy wind blowing in the sand city, at this moment finally entered a rare deep sleep.

There seemed to be noisy songs and dances and night lights faintly coming from the mansion of the Duke of Nollius. But here, there is only the most natural sleep...

Yes……

Everything went to sleep.

Even the pond in the back garden is calm now, quietly enjoying this wonderful time.

This night is quiet...

Quiet...

Even when the black long sword was inserted into the pond, it did not show...

...

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Wow----

A soft sound.

In the darkness, little drops of water were lifted into the air by the blade. Then, fell.

A boy stood quietly by the pool, the black blade was caught under his armpit, as the water drops slowly fell...

Breathe……

Throughput...

"!!!!!!!!!"

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Water droplets, broken.

Broken into countless smaller pieces, one after another fell.

but……

The other undamaged water droplets remained the same as usual. On the boy's head, shoulders, and hands, there were many water splashes...

Month, hang high.

In the garden where nothing happened, the boy stood quietly, completely blending into the darkness around him.

Even when the last light in the villa went out, he still stood there without moving.

The dark pupils were covered by eyelids, and it was impossible to see what the petrified boy was thinking. As the stars in the sky turned, he just stood and stood like this... It seems that this night, he will stand like this.

………………What is missing?

In the dark, 666 pictures were quietly suspended beside the idiot, far or near, high or low. On such a quiet night, the little people in these pictures seem to know how to be silent, and every sword he strikes has a sense of peace.

………………What is... missing?

The branches trembled and the moon shadow slanted westward. The mist in the air gradually filled.

In the end..................Where............There was an error?

In silence, the boy asked the question over and over again. He wanted to follow the trajectory in the picture and think hard about this sword technique. He is calm and not anxious. He knows things that can be solved without anxiety in this world. Everything must be thought, judged, and then concluded.

but……

So far, he can't come to a conclusion.

The sword of the enemy-Xia Lan.

The sword that must kill-Xia Lan.

Among the three swords currently learned by idiots, it is undoubtedly the most powerful and complex sword. Judging from its sturdiness with a single sword, it never left alive, it definitely belongs to the most violent sword among the six swords.

But why...

The sword of violence... but it is so difficult to practice?

(Hey, because you don’t have enough consciousness to kill. Your behavior is not cruel enough! Look at your definition of this sword, the sword of violence. What kind of reason is needed to use this sword? What kind of calm judgment is needed Let me tell you, the true meaning of this sword is to kill, keep killing, killing and killing! Believe me, as long as you kill enough, you will naturally understand the meaning of this sword!)

(Do you want to protect that girl? Do you want the power to protect yourself? To achieve these goals, you need to kill more! Come on, enjoy the thrill of killing! I...)

In the darkness, 666 pictures disappeared. What appeared before his eyes was a huge blood-colored pupil.

(You can borrow from you...what you have, what you need, what you want, the strength, the amount.)

The black pupil opened, and the **** magic pupil disappeared.

The silent night was still so peaceful, and the swimming fish in the pool lay steadily on the bottom of the water plants, puffing bubbles.

"………………………………call……………………"

Hand, let go.

The black long blade shrank, and slowly retracted into his right arm as the chain pulled. The red eye contrasted with the weird light under the moonlight, and it smiled, with a look that looked at something interesting. It wasn't until the chains covered the red that this look disappeared from the idiot's sight and returned to tranquility.

A white breath overflowed from the corner of his mouth. The idiot touched the chain on his right arm, and then touched the leather armor on his left arm. At this moment, the tight body loosened slightly. Enter the villa, step on the stairs upstairs, come to my room, open...

On the bed lay a little girl lying in a big font and falling asleep. There was a small smile at the corner of her mouth, and her chest undulated regularly.

A cool breeze blew in from outside the door. The little girl felt a little cold, she couldn't help turning over, her body under the quilt shrank into a ball. The boy closed the door immediately, walked to the bed quietly, and sat down. Reach out and stroke the soft hair gently...

"Woo...hehe...whoo...woo..."

The hand, caught again, was held in his arms. As if she had gotten a treasure, the little girl clasped her arms tightly, continuing her dreams. The boy whose hand was grabbed watched her silently, and the eyes that were frozen by the cold gradually no longer looked so harsh. At this time, a ray of moonlight came in from the window, and a silver light swayed on him...

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