Puppet Sword Chapter (13)

Sunshadow slowly walked to the other side of Sulange's large bed, and there was a little golden light on the edge of the bed, and opened the short pile futon to reveal the whole picture. It is another weapon with a similar pattern and sigil to the banquet, but the difference is this dagger.

The same pattern and the sword with the impression appeared three times, which were large, medium and small, which was very interesting. Sunshadow picked up the dagger and took a closer look. The first two times, he didn't get a chance to get his hands on the weapon.

The brilliant gold, unconventional, is a combination of tough metals of unknown texture, so that the sword body can glow with a different saturated streamer. The black intricate pattern has been flowing through the sword body from the tip of the sword, and some prominent thorns are circulating, like a vine, naturally and lifelike falling on the imprint of the hilt. Born from the imprint, or ending in the imprint, the inky black seems to suppress the golden streamer, and it seems to cling to the golden streamer. There is an unspoken sense of contradiction, as if depicting the inner contradictions of the caster.

The Japanese Shadow held the dagger, and seemed to be able to feel the power contained in the handle, in addition to the sharpness that could sharpen the iron like clay, there was also some other kind of fluctuation. So similar to his silver sword, it seems to be a weapon with a soul.

The person who can make such a set of swords, it is no wonder that Su Lange regards this son as a more precious existence, and directly puts the small sword in the banquet and the giant sword that killed Percy in the Baolong Pavilion facing the bed and collects it.

So who brought this dagger to the bedroom?

The place where Sulange's accident happened was not in the bedroom. But the dagger was delivered here, was it the source of his poisoning, was it to label Surane's place of death, or was it just another means of obfuscation?

Sunshadow squinted his eyes and played with the sword in his hand expressionlessly, but saw Mourning Night smiling at him, as if he was talking in those clear and clean eyes, asking if it was interesting?

Mourning Night had already discovered this sword, but was it waiting for any of them to find out?, Sunkage looked at the beautiful face, wondering why the words of the woman in pink came to her mind. He shook his head, trying to shake off the sound of the thought.

"Sure enough, it's Thor!" Erry saw the dagger and rushed over, snatching it away as the latest conjecture evidence, dangling it in his hand to show it to the crowd.

"Let's go to the study. Take the woman with you. Peng Hugh did not like Erry's abrupt seizure, and was not interested in this confused thing that could not explain the truth, and pointed to the half-naked woman, and motioned for Sunshadow to leave with him.

"Your Highness, is this going to take over here?" Frey also followed at this time, smiling a little reluctantly, one of which was that everyone asked for his opinion, and he led it, but now not only did not, but also directly ignored him, he was not happy.

"Is there any better advice from Your Excellency Bishop? But don't forget, you're not in the Holy Court of Light right now. Peng Xiu saw through Frey's dissatisfaction at a glance, directly ignored Frey's feelings, and ruthlessly revealed it, which was disdain for this person.

Frey's face changed slightly when he heard this, although he always felt that Peng Xiu was arrogant, but thinking that his identity was here, the other party was young, and he didn't care too much, but the conversation just now was inevitably too arrogant. Who does Peng Xiu think he is, even if it is his father, His Majesty the Emperor of the Ziyuan Empire, he is also courteous to him, he is just a fledgling boy, dare to act in front of him. Frey's murderous heart suddenly rose, his eyes flashed with a fierce gaze, looking at the back walking in front of him, and his heart was fermenting with a vicious plan.

As he pondered, he felt a cold look in his eyes at the same time.

Pushing the day shadow of the night walking beside Peng Xiu, he suddenly stopped, as if he had telepathy, slowly turned his head, and his ink-colored eyes looked straight at Frey, his face was expressionless, but the eyes that could speak were cold, which made Frey frightened. The eyebrows were so familiar, but they were so cold eyes, as if the statue that still existed in his heart was looking at him with such eyes. He was frightened by this association and took a step back.

Mourning was puzzled by the sudden stop, and looked up to see the shadow of the sun looking behind him, and he looked back curiously, and he saw that there was a trace of fear on the face of the invincible bishop.

Puzzled and surprised, he looked again at the shadow of the sun above. Sunshadow had already turned around by this time, feeling the gaze of Mourning Night, and looked down at him.

"What's wrong?"

From the cold voice of the sun shadow, an imperceptible warm concern was heard. But at the same time, he also understands the source of Frey's fear. Although he didn't know why, he knew it was because of this black-haired young man who had been pushing him forward.

"Nothing. Mourning smiled and shook her head.

It's funny, so he's going to make these chaotic relationships, these hateful fights a little bit more lively.

Mourning turned his head, looked at Frey behind him, smiled cleanly, blinked innocent eyes, and asked. "Isn't Your Excellency the Bishop going with you?" ”

Frey returned to normal in this ethereal and beautiful voice, after all, he was not an ordinary person, and he was also a person who had gone through a lot of experience to climb to today's position, that sense of fear because of familiarity gradually disappeared, he frowned, and his heart was once again murderous to Peng Xiu and Sun Shadow, but this time he didn't even raise his eyes, but rushed to follow behind them.

Den.

The second most important part of the castle, after the Sword Pavilion, is adjacent to the back fort where Sulange lives, and is housed in a separate courtyard and guarded by special personnel.

From the time Sulange fell into a coma until he was sent to the bedroom, Mark made a tight seal, and he did not lose his position as a housekeeper. The relevant personnel who have already known have been taken into custody to prevent leakage, and now standing at the door of the study is the guard who has changed shifts, who does not know what happened to Sulange, and is still conscientiously guarding the gate of the study.

These two guards, only to see three people who had never seen before, but whose temperament and appearance were extraordinary, pushed their beauty god to mourn the night, and led the people's master's son and the steward, and the steward came with a half-naked crying beauty in his hand. What a strange picture this is.

They wanted to stop it, but they didn't dare to stop it, and they looked at the butler behind them, and the butler made a direct gesture to dodge away. The guards hurriedly opened the low courtyard door and let the group in.

The structure of the courtyard is very similar to the layout of several small courtyards I have seen before, but only the pattern is familiar, compared to the beauty of Thor's mother's courtyard, the elegance of Percy's courtyard, here is obviously completely highlighting Sulange's hobby. A hobby that manifests itself all the time.

In the courtyard here, the traditional garden arrangement of flowers has been abandoned, leaving only a little green to add color, and everything else has been replaced by a sculpture.

In the center is a sword, which is very similar to the gate post of the spring town, but here it is more delicate, and the carved old man on the hilt of the sword can be clearly identified as Sulange. Every detail is handled with the right benefits.

Except for the sculpture in the center, Sun Ying felt that he could take a look at it and slightly appreciate the similarity, but the other sculptures were simply unsightly. It is either a half-naked or fully nude sculpture of a beauty, or a depiction of various wind and moon postures, and the number of varieties is simply beyond the scope of cognition.

So much so that Peng Xiu and Sun Ying both wanted to hold their foreheads and cover their eyes. I already know the absurdity of this Sulange, and I have seen it again and again, but I still get off the line and have been brushed down again and again. After all, they are adults, and they understand what these are, but that doesn't mean they want to see them.

At this time, the three people who stepped into this courtyard for the first time had different reactions.

Frey was stunned by the sight and stopped to watch. Although their teachings are not strictly forbidden to be unapproachable, he is a person who abides by the rules and denies himself, and he is not so concerned about the study of Fengyue or something, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't understand. But he may not really understand all the things here.

Peng Xiu's ears were strangely red again.

Sunshadow just wants to push the mourning night and hurry up.

"Huh. Mourning Night watched Peng Xiu and Sun Shadow's reactions and laughed out loud. The beautiful laughter diluted a trace of strange desire and embarrassment circulating here.

Mourning looked at the statue, and then looked at the clean and interesting reactions of these two people, I couldn't help but laugh, laughed, that delicate face seemed to be a blooming flower, such a touching beauty.

But he was smiling on his face, but he was crying in his heart.

Sure enough, that kiss was just the recklessness of this black-haired young man. He is obviously a person who is so intelligent that his soul is transparent, but he is a person who can ignore his own gains and losses, and he does not want to embarrass the existence of others, and does he not want those things that are obviously realistic to be put on the table and even more naked after the so-called secondary harm? It turns out that there are really fools in this world who surrender their identities and harm themselves for irrelevant reasons.

But why didn't he want such sympathy, such maintenance? He really doesn't need, doesn't need sympathy from people with a kind heart, doesn't need any warm treatment. As long as this cold world, this world without delusion, is always so cold and unreasonable.

That way his heart won't hurt, it won't be.

Mourning smiled and laughed, and laughed out of a flattering manner. He turned to Peng Xiu.

"Your Highness, it turns out that you will be shy. You're so cute. The ridiculous words, coupled with the beautiful voice, vividly picked out an ambiguous taste.

Peng Xiu was startled by the sudden ridicule. He should have been expressionless all the time, where did this person see his embarrassment.

Hearing the ridicule, Riying looked at Peng Xiu. That's out of curiosity about the unknown.

Facing the inquiring eyes of the sun shadow, Peng Xiu still did not change his face and his heart did not beat. But his ears were red and dripping with liquid.

"Ahem...... Let's hurry inside. Peng Xiu immediately turned around and walked away without his head.

The shadow of the sun pushed Wai Mi Ye forward, but he didn't see Wai Mi Ye's hand tightly tugging on the blanket on the wheelchair, and the slender white palm was already a trace of blood.

"Your Excellency, what do you think about this?" Erry didn't interject when he saw the interaction between the three of them, but when he saw Frey, who was standing alone and still observing the statue, he stepped forward and inquired.

"There are so many amazing things about Sulange. How did all this come about? he did it himself?" Frey asked, still interested in the statue, with some sigh.

"Some of them were made by my father, some were made by someone, and some were given by others. My father only picked out some large and fine ones, and placed them here, and he admired them every time he went into the study. In addition, in addition to casting swords, my father's favorite thing is to cast this thing, and there are some delicate metal knick-knacks, which are now in the study in front of me, and they are also extremely delicate and realistic. It can be used by the bishop to appreciate and play with a thing or two. Seeing that Frey was interested, Errie reintroduced and pointed in the direction of the study.

Frey readily agreed, and turned to the study as well, following in the footsteps of the Sunshadow.

Have they forgotten what they are here for? The butler stood still and continued to carry the woman in his hand a little messy.