.

Nothing had happened before it had happened, but in a blink of an eye, a huge crisis enveloped the silver-haired whole body and invisibly twisted him into another shape, another unknown being that made his bones tremble from the inside out. He wanted to do something, but it was too late.

Nancy stopped smiling and had become something she had never been here, in this room, or on this ship. She grabbed the silver-haired blade with a sharp force, and in a crisp metal crackling sound, the shiny silver knife was violently shattered into fragments that exploded in the sky, and the largest part of it, the part of the blade that stabbed Salen's neck before, was shaken forward by Nancy, turning into a silent afterimage and flying towards the silver hair, also aimed at his throat!

But perhaps it should be said that silver hair is still silver hair after all, the first to speak, the first to move, and the only one to speak and move from beginning to end of all the swordsmen in the room, and at the same time the only one to speak and move, even if he has been pressed to the bone by that unreasonable and incomprehensible terrible pressure, he still has not lost his final fighting spirit and ability to resist.

Just in the very short moment when his Nancy's little hand shook and death came, his eyes suddenly shot out of the condensed essence light, and under Nancy's slightly surprised gaze, the figure flickered out of the scope of her aura, and flew straight backwards, forming a strange relative stillness with the blade that chased his throat. Even if the speed of the blade's rotation didn't change at all, it couldn't catch up with the silver hair in front of them, even if the distance between them was almost equal to nothing.

According to this posture, maybe it is really possible for Silver Hair to escape Nancy's flying kill. But Nancy didn't give him that chance.

From the beginning of the confrontation between the two sides, Salen, who was restrained by his neck before it began, suddenly felt a lightness in his body, and the powerful force that had been suppressing him and was unreasonable disappeared, and he was finally able to breathe a big breath. Of course, this was all he did while he was doing this, because he knew that the whole difference between him now and what he had just done was whether or not there was that arm around his neck, whether there were two soft balls against his back, and as long as that guy didn't want to, he had no way to resist - at least now, here, he had no way.

Then he looked ahead, and he saw the scene, the one that happened in front of the pool.

The figure that had disappeared behind Salen appeared in front of the silver-haired one, and the arm that had disappeared around Salen's neck was wrapped around the back of the silver-haired neck. The two eyes of the silver hair looked at her, and she also looked at the silver hair, and her big, smart, and energetic eyes were like two pools of clear water, reflecting the silver hair of the silver hair, like the bright sea of trees and silver flowers.

Then, her other hand reached out, revealing in front of the silver hair, five fingers grasping the broken blade that had been loosened a few seconds earlier. She smiled at him, the corners of her mouth reaching the base of her ears, and plunged the silver light deep into his neck, into the little nest below the Adam's apple.

"Poof—"

Although I don't know how many times I've heard it, the sound of this sharp blade piercing into the flesh, especially the fresh flesh, is still so beautiful and intoxicating, that Nancy almost has the trance urge to close her eyes and raise her head to drink it all - there is nothing more delicious than the thin blood when her life is gone, and every time she tastes it, she can give the illusion that she is alive again.

Of course, delusions are just illusions, and it's not good or professional to indulge too much. This is something to be taken seriously, and unprofessionalism is a mistake that cannot be tolerated.

She didn't let go of her hand in the silver hair, and slowly descended the back of his head, finally wrapping her arms around his strong, slender waist. It is an incredible and enviable thing for a man to have such a thin and strong waist, and it is an irreparable regret that he cannot show off at the high ball, at least Nancy feels pity for him.

She put her arms around him with pity, looked at him, at the little blade stuck in his neck, at the spilled blood, and at the uniform that was soaked and discolored. He is still alive, and he has not completely lost his breath, although his whole body has lost his strength, his limbs are like large pendants, and his two eyes are like goldfish without eyelids, and blood gushes out of his mouth with a cough, because it is a waist and the whole body is bowed backwards, so the face that is roughly tilted down is now dyed a piece of blood red.

Nancy seemed to want to touch the poor unknown man one last time, but stopped. She slowly straightened up, looked down at the silver hair with half-closed eyes, and let go of her hand.

Losing the last support, the silver-haired body fell backwards and lay down in the pool with a "poof", splashing a small splash. The aquarium fish of different colors in the water were frightened and scattered around, but soon regained their composure, and were attracted by the breath that was visible to the naked eye in the water, and slowly flowed towards the source.

Under Nancy's gaze, Silver Hair had stopped all movements. After the last bit of bloody bubbles burst to the surface of the water, he didn't move any more, and the red blood changed into another color in the glowing pool, drifting like a beautiful floating smoke, gradually diffusing into a clump of body, covering the silver-haired part of his body.

And in the midst of the low visibility, Nancy tilted her head to watch the ornamental fish swim and shuttle back and forth, forming a number of wriggling sea flowers at the wound on the neck of the silver hair, which was unusually gorgeous.

What a beautiful and cruel creature—she watched with interest, until the sudden sound of the door opening pulled her violently back from her world and back into the glowing room.

Without any pause, like a light-feared elf, Nancy disappeared in a flash, and reappeared behind Salen. This time, she didn't strangle Salen's neck roughly, but just let Saren stand in front of her like a shy little girl, hiding herself. Although her hiding was unsuccessful due to the fact that she had to "slightly" surpass Saren a little, both vertically and horizontally, at least the meaning of the message was clear.

Saren didn't bother with Nancy — or didn't seem to care about her. He didn't bother with the girl behind him who suddenly seemed to be some kind of weird big cat, he didn't look at her, and he ignored all her reactions as if he couldn't hear or see her. He just stood there, pursed his lips, chin slightly lowered, and his eyes looked indifferently ahead, looking at the figure in front of him that appeared behind the open door.

That's the person – first of all, this can be determined. He said that he was not in a hurry, and he said that he was not in a hurry, but he was very anxious, and he walked into the room after pushing the door. Two figures could be seen following behind him, but due to the angle, he couldn't see how many people were outside. And after he appeared, the remaining black-clothed swordsmen in the room, except for the silver hair, who had never made a sound or moved their hands, quickly flashed forward and appeared beside him, surrounding him in the middle of the three layers and the outer three layers, and the blades in their hands were unanimous, as if they were guarding against something extremely dangerous, so dangerous that even if they had an iron bucket inside and an iron bucket in the defensive formation, they could not be careless in the slightest. And in this way, the possibility of anyone coming in after is basically eliminated, first of all, not to mention what they are doing when they come in again, the bloody and cold murderous aura on these black-clothed swordsmen alone is enough to make ordinary people stay away.

It can be seen that whoever this person is, his status is ridiculously high in this big ship—very outrageous—outrageous. And the first thing he did after entering the room was to frown and look up at the dim light, he didn't seem to like this dark environment very much, his hands kicked into his pockets a little impatiently, opened his mouth and coughed dryly.

Suddenly, as his voice fell, the entire long hall suddenly brightened up as day.

"Is there a headlight?" Nancy put her two small hands on Saren's shoulders and quietly looked up with a wink.

"Shut up." Salen whispered, his eyes motionless, "Don't make a sound." ”

“……”

Nancy wrinkled her nose angrily and twisted her head from side to side, but in the end, she didn't know what it was for, she actually listened to Salen's words, puffed out her cheeks and closed her mouth, and retracted her head from Salen's shoulder again, only exposing her head to the outside. She originally wanted to shrink the top of this brain, but Salen's body was too bad compared to the city wall at this time.

The man didn't notice this—or it looked like he wasn't. It looked like his attention was now focused elsewhere, in the pool in front of him, facing the door. He wasn't something that would be casually distracted by anything extraneous, but the thing in the pool now was worth a stop.

In fact, he felt that it was not only worth his stepping, but even worth his crouching. So he crouched down.

He squatted on the edge of the pool, looking at the water inside, at the almost diluted "blood smoke" that had spread and diluted in the pool, at the scattered and interesting schools of ornamental fish, at the young man with a silver-white head and a bloodless face under the group of fish, at the basically unbroken black uniform on the little guy's body, and the only but fatal stump in his neck, he was silent for a moment, and then nodded lightly.

Then he got up and looked into the depths of the room through the layers of bladed buckets. He had an impeccable business smile that belonged to his loved ones.

"Looks like you've had a good time, my dear nephew."

“…… Uncle Satsuma. ”

Salen's gaze was indifferent, but his voice seemed to be a little hoarse because he had been strangled for a long time. In addition, Nancy behind him also noticed that the five fingers of one of his hands were unconsciously clenched together.