Daqing Mountain, a famous mountain located in the east of Ionia Island, this mountain is not famous, but famous for the famous dojo in the mountain. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Daqing Mountains, the desolate moon, the distance of the burning fire, the silence is incomparable, if there is no soft humming song.

A pale blue revolver, with slender fingers wiping it with a white cloth, and a pityful, light-hearted look in his eyes.

A man with a relaxed face, his face is so neat that it's hard to imagine that this is a criminal wanted by the whole country.

You must always be elegant, you are the greatest artist.

"Hmph~mmmm~hum~"

Even though Whisper didn't have any dirt or damage, Ember was happy to wipe it off, because that's all he had except art.

Ember leaned against a rock, the bright purity of the moon allowing him to see the full extent of the whisper.

"Seemingly, there are some, some of my doubters, it would be nice if I could be silent and silent, really, I always have to make a noise when I meet them."

Ember sighed, leaned on the boulder and slowly stood up, and in the moonlight, he turned and bowed, just like a pianist in the moment before the performance, with grace and taste in his gestures.

A very temperamental face, although it is not special, but it is difficult to forget him when you see him, dressed in white, long boots on his feet, a huge spear hanging from his waist, a height of one meter eight, he is standing there.

Bow, chest, then look up and say softly in a magnetic voice, "Welcome, questioning audience and my facilitators."

And a group of people stood on the opposite side of him, staring at him, vigilant, dignified and hateful.

"Ash, do you think you can escape from us again?"

The captain looked at the smiling Ember and said through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry, my friend, I think that life is a performance, highs, tides, and lows, and no artist can escape this law, and I will not avoid it, fear him, or spit on it, I will only make it more perfect, and then go from the lowest point to the highest point."

Playing with whispers, Ember shook his head and stated.

"Phew, madman, madman, is this your reason for killing, what a pervert."

The captain couldn't help but feel sullen when he saw Ember's fearless face.

"Killing is a part of art, indispensable, it can't be reduced, even if everyone is questioning me, I won't stop, until you stop me, implement my beauty, carry out, art!"

Ember spoke slowly, and in an instant, whispered a finger, and the muzzle of the gun erupted fire.

Visible bullets shoot out with huge beams: "Bang!"

Subsequently, the chest was pierced, and blood was carried out from the back by a bullet.

One of the scouts was stripped of his life, and the moment the bullet erupted into a firefight, the light string moved, pulling out the black feather and running towards the white-clothed ember.

The other scouts were startled and ran towards Ember as well.

"It's not enough, it's not enough, dance, please dance, it's not art at all!"

Whisper continued to shoot bullets at the speeding light strings, slow but unstoppable.

With a narrowing of his eyes, Light String tried to use the black feather to cut through the beam of light called the bullet that flew towards him, but when the black feather that was really attached to the wind came into contact with the bullet, the black feather was violently bounced away, and the bullet was only changed to the trajectory of the original chest, and turned to the left shoulder.

"Poof!"

The heat in his shoulders and the coldness of the air made him stop sprinting, because the next bullet had already ejected when he was pierced.

"Damn!"

The light string rolls to the right side to a corner.

"That's right, that's how it dances, the blood is carried out by the bullets that penetrate the flesh, and the beautiful and gentle moon is reflected in the air, how beautiful, ahhhhhhhhh

Ember felt herself trembling all over, how beautiful it was when the bullet pierced through the flesh it was trying to resist, how beautiful it was, how beautiful it was.

"Also, you guys, dance for me, the speed, they're all watching, the audience is watching!"

The whisper spun in his hand, and his body also turned gracefully in place, the white clothes fluttered in the air, and his right hand waved violently, the last bullet, the trigger whispered and waited, waiting for the moment when it was deducted, and then the bullet carried the flame and beautiful brilliance......

"Yikes! Bang! ”

Drinking low, and then no one dared to meet the fourth bullet head-on, the crowd that was rushing together suddenly dispersed and hid to the side, avoiding the sight and range of the ash.

The black feather was inserted at his feet, and the light string's right hand covered the trembling left shoulder, and the blood did not want to be still, so it trickled out from between his fingers, dyeing the red green shirt and the ground.

"Hmm......, I'm going to pause for a moment......"

The magnetic, incomparably cool, relaxed and cheerful voice spoke, and then the maniacal laughter and whispering roar vanished.

Ember stood there, unleashing the whisper and changing the magazine......

Now is the time!

The light string hesitated slightly, and after lifting it for a moment, the black feather rushed out at an extremely fast speed.

"You, it's too late!"

As he charged forward and was about to reach the range of Black Feather's attack, that triumphant smile rang out.

"Bang!"

"Wind!"

The light string slammed the figure, and the black feather was in front of him!

A hurricane tornado is flung out by the blade and makes contact with the bullet.

"Snort...... Boom! ”

Blew up the trajectory of the bullet and shot through the structure of the gale.

The wind dissipated, and the bullet broke.

The force of the wind surged through Light String's body, gushing from his pierced shoulder, and blood was carried out by the blast.

"Poof!"

Light String held back the pain and ran behind him, as he no longer had the ability to use the Wind Ward Sword to fend off the next bullet, nor did he have time to dash in front of Ember to kill him.

"Bow down, Ember!"

The four scouts who had shifted to the flank while the two were facing each other rushed out, weapons and running towards Ember.

"This, it's not perfect, I pull the trigger, you should dance!"

"Bang bang, bang bang!"

Three gunshots rang out and flames rang out, and the three scouts were killed in mid-air, their bodies falling to the ground.

The last survivor gritted his teeth and rushed towards the neat man.

"Die!"

"No, I won't die until I'm perfect!"

Putting down the whisper, the spear was already pressed against the team's eyebrows.

Ember turned cold, and said slowly: "Why do you want to question me, look, my outfit has been dusted by you, it's really, annoying."

Horror, sweat slid down his forehead onto the chamber of the giant spear.

Shivering, fear reflected in his pupils, in the cold eyes of the embers.

Getting colder, Ember narrowed her eyes.

"No, this, it's not art, your fear pollutes me, your filthy sweat stains my beautiful muzzle, you, die!"