"call"
The breeze gently blew over Wang Bugui's gloomy eyes, and the soft hair was stuck with the blood in the corners of his eyes. This weak wind could not separate them.
His vision was covered by messy hair, and he felt more and more exhausted. His eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them even though he tried his best.
"thump!"
Wang Bugui fell to his knees weakly, then was pulled by gravity and fell heavily onto the bluestone ground. At the last moment, he tried his best to turn his head.
He stared blankly in the direction of the Immortal Mansion, at the small pendant with flashing blue light, and at the empty-eyed beauty, motionless.
Finally, with a smile, he closed his distracted eyes.
Dugu Baishi frowned and looked back, using his spiritual mind to check Wang Bugui's life and death. He couldn't feel any life response, could it be that he already...
"Um?"
At this moment, he seemed to realize something and suddenly turned around and raised his sword.
"clang!"
Wang Bugui suddenly appeared in front of him. The pair of divine fists were about to hit the target, but they were intercepted by the sword!
The Tao of the Emperor's Fist collided with the ancient sword again, causing another spiritual pressure and causing the universe in the Immortal Mansion to collapse again.
"So it turns out that when you cast your mortal body for the first time, I had already cast a spell to hide in the void, allowing a perfect mortal body to act on your behalf. It can regulate your breath secretly and infuse power into the strongest body. Inside."
Dugu Baishi raised the corner of his mouth lightly, glanced at the human body behind him that turned into smoke and slowly dissipated, and said: "I already knew that I couldn't take this sword, so I used this to avoid it."
He smiled again and said, "You have the courage and courage. This big gamble comes from your trust in the human body. It is a wise choice."
Wang Bugui gritted his teeth when he heard the words, his eyes swayed left and right, his heartbeat was as fast as water being hit by a heavy rain, but he still couldn't think of the next step.
He used his mortal body to deceive his opponent for the final blow and struck from behind him. However, the difference in strength between the two was so great that the success rate was less than one percent!
But this is already the best result he got from tens of millions of deductions during the battle just now. The rest of the results were all killed by the last sword.
For the first time since Nuwa patched the sky, he personally felt how insignificant he was. Nuwa could mend the sky with just one hand, and it would be easy to kill him.
Now, Dugu Baishi's sword skills are so mysterious that it is difficult to understand. No matter how he calculates, there is no possibility of surviving under his sword.
"Is there any other way? Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up."
Wang Bugui hasn't given up yet in his heart, and his brain is running as fast as a Tianhe computer. But in this situation, the opponent has already revealed his real trump card, and there is really no room for resistance.
Countless possibilities flashed through his mind like a quick glance, and then were eliminated one by one. These possible results were all "generalized".
Because he knew that when he was making calculations, how could his opponent's soul, which was far superior to his, stop
"hehe."
Dugu Baishi admired the change in the expression of this young man with great interest, and said softly: "I'm sorry I lied to you too. The real last sword has actually just begun."
"not good!"
Wang Bugui was shocked, his heart skipped a beat, and the hairs all over his body suddenly stood up. He didn't have time to say the two words in his heart, so he ran the Nine Nether Steps and rushed out.
But he was still a step too slow, and Dugu Baishi's sword energy had already hit the target when he took off.
"boom!"
Wang Bugui was like a high-speed fighter jet. At this moment, he was hit by an enemy missile and plunged diagonally down to the ground at the fastest speed.
But he didn't explode. Instead, he rolled continuously for several miles, making pit after pit before plowing a long path to stop.
Finally, he fell in front of Hanae Qianying. The two of them were motionless, their eyes were empty and lifeless, as if they were two delicate puppets.
"The last sword is not intended to be a test. I just want you to see your past and destiny clearly. I hope you will wait."
Dugu Baishi looked up to the sky and sighed, then looked inside the Immortal Mansion, "Seize the opportunity and take care of yourself."
At this point, silence returned to the inside and outside of the Immortal Mansion, and there seemed to be no fierce battles. Everyone is sleeping, only Dugu Baishi wakes up alone.
"Brother Bugui, are you okay?"
Meanwhile, in faraway Cornwall, Cathy sits in the hall of Bloodhunter Manor. He placed his head drooped on the round table, which was as bright as a mirror, and looked out lazily with worried eyes.
That was Felix, who stayed behind to take care of little Elsa while the idiot couple went out on missions.
"Drink! Ha!"
Further away, elite paladins were undergoing rigorous training. But he was playing horseback riding with the little guy riding on his neck, and picking flowers by the way.
"Miss, it's tea time."
While Cathy was lost in thought, Leon came to her side at some point, and her delicate eyebrows twitched slightly. He quickly raised his head and asked, "What's the snack today?"
"Queen Victoria cake, and Ceylon tea."
Leon smiled sincerely, and then served a small plate of cake like a work of art, topped with delicious raspberry jam. He skillfully cut a small piece with silver cutlery and placed it in front of Cathy.
Then he picked up the white porcelain teapot with golden patterns and poured it into the matching teacup. The aroma of fragrant tea mixed with raspberries and cake spread out.
Obviously, this afternoon tea swept away Cathy's displeasure. She picked up the silverware and tasted the cake elegantly. The sweet and sour jam and the soft cake were a perfect match.
Try this cup of Ceylon black tea again, the tea is also top quality. The soup noodles are surrounded by this golden halo, take a sip gently. The aroma like mint and lily of the valley blooms on the taste buds, and the taste is mellow.
The slight bitterness in the tea was not felt by Cathy, because it blended well with the cake jam, dispersing the excessive sweetness, leaving an endless aftertaste of sweetness.
The delicious afternoon tea made Cathy's mood better, but it still didn't change much. Because this kind of afternoon tea would also remind her of Wang Bugui.
She had to admit that even her favorite old butler was not as good as her elder brother in terms of snacks, tea making, wine mixing, and coffee making skills.
He is like Sebastian in the anime "Black Butler", a perfect butler. Handsome and charming, elegant in manner, omnipotent and powerful.
The degree to which everything can be done to perfection illustrates Deacon’s aesthetic. At the same time, it can also give people around him an unparalleled sense of security, as if there is nothing he can't do in the world.
Even in Cathy's heart, Wang Bugui is more caring and reliable than Sebastian. He is not a devil and will not exchange you for equal value in the form of a contract.
He is able to lend a helping hand to those he cherishes around him without hesitation. You don't need many reasons to help the weak. Indifferent to enemies, gentle to family and friends.
This man has never let Cathy down once. No matter how much pressure he is under, he can still greet it with a smile. Absolute confidence is always written on his face.
Whenever faced with danger, standing behind him and silently watching that tough back made me feel very safe.
"Miss, you have finally grown up."
Leon narrowed his eyes and smiled. This sentence scared Cathy to immediately put away her obsessed smile, put down her knife and fork, and grabbed her skirt with both hands.
"Me me me"
When the eldest lady of the Hunter Guild took off her mask, she was also a little girl, and her blushing cheeks were redder than the roses blooming outside the manor.
"Hahaha, it's just a joke, please forgive me." Leon apologized with a smile, like an elegant old gentleman among the British aristocracy.
"I didn't" Cathy squirmed.
Upon seeing this, Leon raised his lips slightly and shook his head helplessly, "But Miss, you should also know very well that the heroine of the story of the perfect butler is not..."
He couldn't bear to say any more, because the little girl in front of him was raised by him single-handedly, just like his own granddaughter. How could a kind grandfather bear to make his granddaughter sad
"I know, so I just want to look at him. I don't dare to look forward to him, but I am satisfied just looking at him. Of course, a perfect man like him needs the strongest woman in the world to match him."
Cathy lowered her head and looked at herself reflected in the teacup, feeling so depressed and helpless.
"Miss" Leon stretched out his hand, but didn't know whether to comfort her or not.
"It's fine."
Cathy suddenly smiled, turned to look at the housekeeper, and said, "I just want to see the manor stay so warm, with everyone gathering together, and us talking and laughing."
"Just like a real family, nothing in the world can be better than the warmth of home. Isn't it?"
Leon nodded. He knew that what Cathy lacked most so far was the love of her family. The long-term loneliness has frightened her.
What this girl desires most in her heart is just a home.