【West of Aslan Empire, Rennes, County Palace】

Silver Dust's sleep has always been very shallow, and the slightest sound can wake him up from his sleep. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

At first he could only faintly hear one or two very slight metal crashes, and then the night was quiet again.

Soon, however, the sound of metal striking grew louder and louder.

He rolled over and sat up from the bed, his tense muscles completely relaxed after the first few seconds of instinctive warning. The clear spiritual induction from the Jue Yin made him understand that the source of the soul power movement in the courtyard at this moment was Qi Ling.

Silver Dust put on his cloak and walked to the bedside, the bright moonlight penetrated through the window lattice, outlining his elegant and transparent face into a circle of soft contours, and the tiny fluff on his skin was soaked in the moonlight.

In the empty courtyard, Kirin was practicing the control of weapons alone. He looked a little clumsy, his weapon was hovering in the air unsteadily, and he didn't look very handy. Shields and swords were scattered all over the ground. Kirin's chest rose and fell violently, and his mouth exhaled white vapor in large chunks.

Winter nights are never gentle.

Silver Dust looked at the fine layer of sweat on Qi Ling's forehead, which looked like shining powder in the moonlight, and his eyes were slightly moist.

The blood vessels on the back of Qi Ling's hand protruded from the force, and the golden soul power flowed rapidly under his skin, and his body seemed to be surging with a river of light, as if countless golden fireflies were swimming in his body.

In the air in front of him, a heavy shield was suspended, however, the shield kept shaking in the air, and it didn't look very stable. He gritted his teeth, trying to recall in his mind how handy Silver Dust was when he manipulated so many weapons, those Horcruxes seemed to have spirituality, and they followed Silver Dust's thoughts to fly wildly in the sky, shining brightly. However, when I operated it myself, I found that although these weapons were all my own soul power, however, the middle was like a thick frosted glass, which could not be sensed or controlled, as if I had to identify the opposite scene through a huge piece of ice.

The shield swayed a few times before eventually falling from the air.

However, when the shield fell a few inches from the ground, it suddenly hovered lightly.

A bony hand came around Qi Ling's back and held his little arm. That hand was cold, with an air of ice and snow. There was a familiar smell behind him, the smell of clothes that would be sprinkled with delicate spices after washing.

Kirin didn't look back.

But he was pretty sure.

It's silver dust.

A steady stream of soul power passed from between the slender and white fingers into his arm, pulling and directing the bubbling flow of soul power in his body.

The levitating shield slowly rose and began to rotate steadily and rapidly around Qiling.

Qi Ling couldn't help but turn his head sideways, and in his ears, it was the eyes of the silver dust reflecting the moon shadow and starlight. His eyelashes drooped, giving his gaze a fluffy softness.

The full moon climbed to the top of the night sky.

The moonlight shone like a flowing spring, stroking over the various weapons that had fallen from the ground of the courtyard, shimmering like a field of broken silver.

"Silver Dust, when will I become as powerful as you? Kirin lifted his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked at the silver dust's smooth face, no sweat, no breathing, and even his breathing was as quiet and soft as the night. He was a little frustrated.

"When you become a king, you'll be as powerful as I am. Maybe even better than me. Yinchen turned his head slightly and looked at the young man in front of him, his appearance was already a little different from when he first met. There was something heavy in his eyes, like the gray feathers of a pigeon, wrapped in his eyes.

"Really?!That's great, then I'll be just as good as you, right? I'm going to have silver hair too? hehe. Kirin's face came alive, and his eyes lit up. At his age, he shouldn't have a constant heavy heart. Happiness and pain are so light and enviable.

"I think so, do you like it?" Yinchen looked at Kirin's stretched smile and couldn't help but smile as well.

"I like it!I've always thought it looks good!" Kirin touched the bun on the back of his head, "Then when will I become a prince?"

"When I die, you can become a prince. Silver Dust smiled faintly, without any sadness in his eyes. He didn't seem to have any fear of death.

"Huh, forget it...... Then I'll always be your apostle. Black hair is fine too. Hey. Qi Ling hurriedly waved his hand and couldn't help but scratch his head.

The wind blew from the balcony into the unclosed window, blowing the curtains, and the shadows from the curtains swept back and forth on Lianquan's face, like a shadow hand, caressing her face.

The fire in the fireplace had been extinguished, and only the sporadic sparks glowed dark red. The window was opened by Lianquan before she fell asleep, she was not very accustomed to this aristocratic life, and the blazing fire made her feel dry and stuffy. She was accustomed to the cold, to the ice and snow of the winter wilderness, to sleeping under the towering ancient trees of the abyssal corridor, accompanied by the chirping of insects and the clear glow of the moonlight.

Her breathing was even and deep.

In the crack under the closed door, several sticky black plasma-like liquids suddenly swam in, and the black blood seemed to have life, like a small black snake, it swayed and twisted from side to side, and then climbed up the edge of the door frame.

Black Blood nimbly found the keyhole in the door and struggled to swim forward.

Click.

The sound of the door lock opening softly.

Lianquan turned over, from lying on her side to lying on her back on her back, she was still asleep, not waking up. If she could open her eyes a little at this moment, she would see that on the top of the four-poster bed, a slender teenager hung upside down above her like a bat, the boy's face was almost facing hers, and his breath could even gently sweep the bridge of her nose.

He stretched out his left hand, his palm as pale as fresh morning snow, but his right hand was wearing a black glove, which looked so hard that it looked like some kind of matte metal, like burnt bones, and the fingertips of the glove were sharp and elongated, like the claws of a falcon. With the sharp fingertips of his right hand, he gently slashed the palm of his left hand, and black and viscous blood gushed out from the wound.

He gently flipped his palm, and a few drops of black blood fell on Lianquan's fair face.

She frowned softly in her sleep.

The black blood was like a nematode, wriggling, and slowly crawled into Lianquan's ear holes.

Maya flipped his body lightly, making a near-human turn in the air, his bones writhing as if without restraint, falling silently to the ground. He stood up and walked gently to the windowsill.

"Bang-"

A sharp dagger shot into the bed board at the head of Lianquan's bed quickly, and the whole dagger sank into the thick wood. The blade was only an inch away from Lianquan's ears!

Lianquan immediately woke up from her deep sleep, and within two seconds of sitting up from the bed, she sensed the abnormality of her soul power in the room, however, she only had time to see the silhouette of two thin teenagers squatting on the windowsill against the moonlight.

A pair of eyes as black as ink.

A pair of eyes as red as charcoal.

It was the last consciousness she was left with. (To be continued.) )