Completely, had not detected surrounding person silent spread out with oneself, probably is afraid anything to splash on oneself is the same. 完全,没有察觉周围的人已经无声无息的和自己拉开了距离,好像害怕什么东西溅在自己身上一样。 Or he does not care. 或者说,他根本不在乎。 „Are you Huai Shi?” “你就是槐诗？” On that face twines tattoo India man Armitt to open the mouth to ask layer upon layer. 那个脸上缠绕着一层层刺青的天竺男人阿米特巴开口问道。 „Yes.” Huai Shi nods, pinches the melon seed skin that sets out, indifferent question: „What matter has?” “是啊。”槐诗点头,捏起身上的瓜子皮,淡然反问:“有什么事情么？” „I have heard you.” Armitt said that but such facial expression cannot see any respect, instead teasing particularly, as if appreciates any precious animal to be the same. “我听说过你。”阿米特巴说,只是那样的神情看不出任何的敬仰,反而分外的戏谑,仿佛欣赏着什么珍奇动物一样。 „Normal.” “正常。” Huai Shi nods, does not care at all: „I am very famous.” 槐诗点头,满不在乎:“我很有名。” „Right? But some people are always unworthy of the name......” Armitt contemptuously to discard the melon in hand to husk, at once, as if responds the common, sincere apology: „Embarrassed, I spoke am not quite of pleasant to hear.” “是吗？可有些人总是名不副实……”阿米特巴轻蔑的抛掉了手里的瓜子壳,旋即,仿佛反应过来一般,诚挚道歉:“啊不好意思,我说话不太好听。” In the surface is so obviously contemptuous and teases, but Huai Shi actually clearly can hear that to the extreme heartbeat anxiously, pulse rhythm that in the body that nearly trembles. 明明表面上这么轻蔑和戏谑,可槐诗却分明能够听见那紧张到极点的心跳,还有躯壳中那近乎颤栗的脉搏节律。 Intentional provocation? 故意的挑衅么？ What? 还是什么？ „Doesn't matter.” “没关系。” Huai Shi smiled suddenly: „I forgave you.” 槐诗忽然笑了:“我原谅你了。” In that flash, the sad and shrill auditory hallucination bursts out from the ear of everyone, the ice-cold chill spreads. As if had the iron light to flash to pass, passed over gently and swiftly Armitt nape of the neck. 在那一瞬间,凄厉的幻听从每个人的耳边迸发,冰冷的恶寒扩散开来。仿佛有铁光一闪而逝,掠过了阿米特巴的脖颈。 Left behind a red mark of proliferation. 留下了一道扩散的红痕。 Cut! 斩！ Death ice-cold as if in embezzled soul instantaneously, Armitt delay stared the big eye, wanted to scream, actually could not send out sound, but subconscious wanted to cover own neck, the blood that avoided spouting, detained the head that will soon crash. 死亡的冰冷仿佛在瞬间将灵魂吞没了,阿米特巴呆滞的瞪大眼睛,想要尖叫,却发不出声音,只是下意识的想要捂住自己的脖子,避免喷出的鲜血,留住即将坠落的头颅。 But his anything has not traced. 可是他什么都没有摸到。 Without the blood, without wound, has not beheaded. 没有血,没有伤口,也没有斩首。 As if illusion. 仿佛幻象。 He died. 他死了。 But he is also living...... 可是他还活着…… The imaginary pain spreads, carves into the marrow, making him suffocate, was hard to breathe. 只有幻痛扩散,刻入骨髓中,令他窒息着,难以呼吸。 After the illusion of this flash, everyone's movement stiff in same place, hesitating, whether should draw a sword, is not clear, actually just to have anything. 当这一瞬间的幻觉过后,所有人的动作都僵硬在原地,迟疑着,是否应该拔剑,也不明白,刚刚究竟发生了什么。 „What's wrong?” “怎么了？” Standing of Huai Shi doubts side him, looks that he covers the appearance that the neck has not been gasping for breath, asked puzzled: „Fell ill?” 槐诗疑惑的站在他身旁,看着他捂着脖子喘不过气来的样子,不解发问:“是不是生病了？” He lifted the hand...... 他抬起了手…… Does not exist howls chillily, the imaginary light flashes! 不存在的凄啸中,幻光一闪！ Behead! 斩首！ Blood-color distinct flies since everyone eye pupil inverted image, falls, brings the head. But that is the illusion that the intuition and instinct bring. 血色分明的从所有人眼瞳倒影中飞起,又落下,带着头颅。可那不过是直觉和本能所带来的幻觉而已。 As if the bubble in dream is the same, after instantaneous confusing, is then hard to distinguish true and false again. 仿佛梦中的泡影一样,在瞬间的迷惑之后,便再难以分辨真假。 Only then again beheaded Armitt convulsion, staggered, throws down from the chair on the ground, as if the good-for-nothing is the same, twitches. 只有再度被斩首的阿米特巴痉挛了一下,一个踉跄,从椅子上摔倒在地上,仿佛行尸走肉一样,抽搐。 Then, then saw, Huai Shi puts out a hand toward oneself. 然后,便看到,槐诗向着自己伸出手。 The invisible sharp blade aims at own nape of the neck. 无形的利刃对准自己的脖颈。 Cut! 斩！ „I......” “我……” Armitt difficult emanation sound, wants to speak, the next flash, is embezzled by the illusion that the intuition brings, sees blood-color that again oneself spew out, that dazzling scarlet flower. 阿米特巴艰难的发出声音,想要说话,下一瞬间,就被直觉所带来的幻象所吞没,再次看到自己喷涌而出的血色,那耀眼猩红的花。 Behead! Behead! Behead! Behead! Behead! 斩首！斩首！斩首！斩首！斩首！ Obviously is the incomparably normal movement, genial and liberal him from the ground drawing, when each movement, each detail, the change of each limbs, makes people feel, as if came from the hug of god of death. 明明是无比正常的动作,和煦又宽宏的将他从地上拉起来,可每一个动作,每一个细节,每一个肢体的变化时,却都让人感觉,是仿佛来自死神的拥抱。 Just like putting to death by dismemberment the common terrifying illusion gathers the sea tide, heads on! 宛如凌迟一般的恐怖幻象汇聚成海潮,扑面而来！ The Sublimator that keen intuition and instinct, by that person on had been proliferated at this moment, but kills intent to twist cold and gloomy, the deceit, changed into the puppet of fingertip. 升华者那过于灵敏的直觉和本能,此刻已经被那个人身上所扩散而出的森冷杀意所扭曲,欺骗,化为了指尖的傀儡。 His anything has not done. 他什么都没有做。 He does not even need to attack. 他甚至不需要攻击。 Only needs, thinks. 只需要,想。 So long as appears such thought from the ponder, that nearly arrives in world certainly summit the beheading technique, then naturally appears from the fantasy of opponent. 只要从思考中浮现出这样的意念,那近乎抵达世间绝巅的斩首技艺,便会自然而然的从对手的幻想之中浮现。 Even responded without enough time. 甚至来不及反应。 Does not have idle of ponder. 不存在思考的空余。 Mind soul, nearly had then been condensed the mature qualitative death to catch by that all. 心神灵魂,便已经尽数被那近乎凝聚成实质的死亡所捕获。 Is hard to breathe. 难以呼吸。 On the sofa, sitting in repose with eyes closed Avery has opened the eye, stubbornly stares at the Huai Shi form, the flame shape sword in hand zheng zheng is making noise, resembling is the hunger and thirst. 在沙发上,闭目养神的艾弗利已经睁开眼睛,死死的盯着槐诗的身影,手中的焰形剑铮铮作响,似是饥渴。 Unexpectedly, has arrived in such degree...... 竟然,已经抵达这样的程度了么…… Has flash that he nearly is unable to restrain the beastly nature that in the heart that nearly boils, wants to expose the lackey, but is quick, the ice-cold sword blade returns silent. 有那么一瞬间,他近乎无法克制自己心中那近乎沸腾的兽性,想要展露爪牙,可很快,冰冷的剑刃就重归寂静。 He closed the eye. 他闭上了眼睛。 But on the ground, Armitt of trembling, by Huai Shi gentle helping up, had been returned on the chair. 而就在地上,颤栗的阿米特巴,已经被槐诗轻柔的扶起,放回了椅子上。 Puts to death by dismemberment common beheaded to finish, but the desperate ice-cold shadow flooded as in his mind, making him be hard to breathe. 凌迟一般的斩首结束了,可绝望的冰冷阴影依旧充斥在他的心中,令他难以呼吸。 „Fell ill rested well, do not come out to run all over the place, a while remembers that bought the cold remedy.” “生病了就好好休息,不要出来乱跑,等会儿记得买点感冒药。” Huai Shi gentle patted his shoulder, husked to admit in his hand that melon, helping him close the finger: „ Also, must cherish the environment. 槐诗温柔的拍了拍他的肩膀,将那一枚瓜子壳放进了他的手里,帮他合上了手指:“还有,要爱护环境。 Before walking, picks cleanly the thing that oneself lose. ” 走之前,把自己丢的东西捡干净。” Silent, he has turned around to depart, of ice-cold sweat from Armitt forehead seeps out, has delimited the cheeks, dyes a wet mark piece by piece from the neckband dizzy. 寂静里,他已经转身离去,只有冰冷的汗水从阿米特巴的额头上一点点渗出,划过脸颊,自领口晕染出一片片的湿痕。 7017 k 7017k