"Bang!" The door was gently shut, the lights were not turned on, and the room was a little dim. With the sound of slow footsteps, the masked man sat down on the couch and reached out to turn on the lamp at hand.

The dim light shone on the man's sideways, making it look half bright and half dark. At this moment, I could see the whole picture of "him", this person was the dramatist sent by the high-ranking of Ionia from prison to kill Yasuo, Ember.

Ember was sunk into the couch, his hands staggered on his lap, staring down in silence, his mask's smirk making it impossible to see "his" expression. For a long time, "his" body trembled slightly, like the ultimate horror, and like the ultimate excitement.

Every detail is in place as expected, and every detail is as meticulously made. Fits perfectly, and it's completely different from those shoddy guys. It was God's handiwork, and I was able to sublimate it again.

"Hehe, hehe, hahaha." He put his right hand on his face, and let out a cold laugh from light to heavy under the mask.

The laughter lasted for a long time, and Ember looked at the ceiling with his head, panting heavily: "Perfection, the real meaning is perfection, what kind of scene it will be when such perfection is sublimated, haha, the highest art, it will be eternal!" And me, and me. His pupils narrowed, his hands waved and scratched helplessly, and Ember shook his head: "And I will be her creator, hahaha, creator!" ”

He was like a madman, in the dim light, suppressing himself and yet hoarsely crazy.

It would be a peaceful night, and when the sun began to tear through the night sky again, the embers under the mask opened bloodshot eyes on the couch in the room.

The hand in the metal armor pulled out the pistol at his waist and deftly turned a spear spark, and the pistol opened in the middle, revealing a dark chamber. When, a few falling and colliding sounds. Ember held copper-yellow bullets, reloading them one by one.

If you look closely, you can see that his hands are trembling slightly. Although his eyes were tired, he flashed with an inexplicable look. He was eagerly anticipating, and at the same time patiently waiting. Waiting for everything to be ready, waiting for the start of his show.

"Kara, Kara." The wheels of the carriage were a little bumpy over the stone-paved road, and An Chen sat on the wheel, still thinking about the red and black sword in his mind. She felt that she had definitely seen it somewhere, and that she should be impressed.

"Well, what the hell is it?" Anchen looked up at the sky cross-legged, and a bird flew high.

In fact, she has been in this world for half a year, and she can't remember what happened after about half a year, how did this guy live until now······

The horse pulling the carriage rubbed its hooves against the ground and snorted heavily, as if expressing his contempt.

Yasuo sat on the other side and looked at Anchen in deep thought: "What's wrong?" ”

"Nothing." Anchen grabbed his hair: "I'm thinking about something, it has something to do with the red and black sword." "I was a little confused when I said that, but in my impression, the people I knew didn't use red and black swords.

Yasuo shrugged his shoulders and drank the wine he had bought from the city.

"I said." An Chen looked at Yasuo's wine and said depressedly: "Can you not spend money indiscriminately, I have ten gold coins on me, three for the news, six for the carriage, we only have one gold coin now, and the road is less than half of the way, what will we use after you do this." ”

"I don't drink alcohol." Yasuo pursed his lips, and then shook his head in a pretended profoundness: "Money is just the troubles of the world. ”

"Tsk." An Chen's face darkened, and he turned his head and muttered softly: "There will be no food to eat at that time, see what you do." ”

The carriage walked slowly, jolting a few times from time to time, and Yasuo leaned back on the carriage with a vague smile, holding a jug of sake in his hand, watching the clouds drift overhead, smearing the blue sky. Beside him, Anchen was counting gold and silver coins with his money bag, and the little fox Ahri yawned, curled up his limbs, and wagged his tail. Everything seemed leisurely and slow, like a relaxing trip, and there was nothing to think about. Yasuo was a little sleepy, and he found that he seemed to like this kind of life a little. Accompany this idiot guy next to him and travel around the mainland.

He didn't know why, but he seemed to understand a little bit why that senior at that time would choose to leave Ionia. Because, that kind of life, it seems, is not bad.

Ember's shoes stomped on the pavement, making a squeezing sound, and in front of his eyes, two ruts that were not deep stretched into the distance.

"Two people?" Ember tilted his head sideways, as if he couldn't react a little, but quickly remembered the bar yesterday afternoon, and smiled: "Yes, it's two people, and there is a supporting role." If it weren't for the request of an audience, I wouldn't even want to give him a role now. As he spoke, Ember's eyes closed: "That kind of character is not worthy of her at all." ”

Ember seemed to have noticed something, and stood still and didn't move forward.

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"Guess what, I felt?" Ember lifted his head and looked at a clearing on the road, and a terrifying but invisible pressure spread out from his body, accumulating towards the place.

But there was no reaction for a long time, and even Ember frowned, delusional?

"Don't worry, it's not an illusion." The air shuddered, and a figure stepped out of it, dressed in a black robe, with white palms hanging from his waist, as if preparing for something.

Anchen had placed a shadow clone at a certain distance on all sides of the carriage to prevent some trouble, and now it seems that it does have some effect.

Ember was stunned, and then there was a burst of ecstasy: "It's you!" As he spoke, he excitedly shook his palm: "It's an honor, miss, it's an honor to meet." ”

Ash's reaction made "Anchen" a little puzzled, what is the situation with this guy?

"You seem to be following our carriage." Taking two steps forward, An Chen asked in a low voice.

"Yes, that's right." Ember nodded, trying to calm herself, "I want to kill you, no, it's just you, to be exact." The other one is no longer worth my shot. ”

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So straightforward. An Chen's face was a little embarrassed, the first time he heard someone say to him so politely that he wanted to kill him, he always felt a little unaccustomed.

"Well, how do we get started now?" Ember asked eagerly, but shook his head again: "No, I can't be in such a hurry, I have to prepare, it must be a perfect plot to be worthy of your "starring". The location, the setting, the ending, all can't be casual. Oh I am, I am. ”

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Some classmates asked for hope that Ember was a girl, and I also asked for advice, and there were more people. The ember here uses "he", so let's wait for the plot to write later. That's all.