The smooth and tense body, the fine lines, and the pull rod that assists the loading... The structure, shape, size, everything is so familiar.
Because Dong Zheng and Cui Zuojing have both seen the real object corresponding to this drawing.
This is Domingo's crossbow.
It was hard for Cui Zuojing to forget the first time he saw Domingo use this crossbow on the Dusk Island boat. The gray-eyed and blond man was as tall and straight as a cedar, winding, sideways, raising his hand, aiming, and the metal arrow was flowing. Like a shot, it pierced the head of the gluttonous beast Gulon.
After that, he killed the sky bull with this crossbow, and killed the divine bird Suzue with the help of the others. Finally, the sharp arrow cut off the rope between Cui Zuojing's neck, and the omega-shaped pendant fell into Domingo's hands. Zuo Jing was pushed into the door where he left without finding anything.
"Domingo." Cui Zuojing muttered.
He tightened his grip on Dong Zheng's arm, and the two looked at each other, seeing uncontrollable doubts and fears in each other's eyes.
There is a voice that keeps echoing in my mind, this is an especially dangerous thought, it is unbelievable, but it can explain a lot of things.
Several ghostly appearances in Dusk Island offered a helping hand, profound knowledge and unparalleled judgment, helped Cui Zuojing to lift the seal for a period of time, and finally took away the pendant and the scepter of broken time, and stayed in the world where the devil came.
But Dong Zheng knows more than Cui Zuojing. J, who originally came to hunt and kill people in the snow bug trail, finally appeared with wounds all over his body. The mysterious phone in the underground research institute said, "Take care of Cui." Zuo Jing, and also, do what you want to do", a figure flashing by on the distant mountain peak as he left.
Domingo.
"What's wrong? Are you dissatisfied?" Hades asked aloud when he saw the two people's expressions were not good.
"No, I'm very satisfied." Dong Zheng looked at every design of the drawing carefully again, and determined that it was indeed very different from Domingo's crossbow in his impression, or in other words, except for some minor designs , and the same everywhere else.
And these differences need to be adjusted according to the situation in the process of turning the drawings into real objects.
Dong Zheng took a deep breath, returned the drawing to Hades, and asked, "How did you come up with designing such a weapon for me?"
Hades: "Brain developers are inferior to pilgrims with other abilities in pure combat convenience. They are not suitable for using cold weapons such as swords, and the carrying of bullets during the use of firearms will become a problem, and close combat cannot be carried out. If you use a bow and crossbow , the arrows can be recycled, and at the same time can take into account long-range and melee combat, combined with your physical data, is currently the most suitable for you."
Dong Zheng knew that Hades was right, because these advantages have been fully reflected in Domingo.
He was silent for a moment, and finally, under the gaze of Cui Zuojing, whispered: "Okay, I have no objection."
Cui Zuojing's forehead jumped suddenly, he bit his lower lip and didn't say a word.
It is undeniable that Hades' design is indeed the most suitable for Dong Zheng. After the drawings are confirmed, it will take a while to make the real thing. The metal ring is left to Hades. They thanked each other and left the weapon shop.
The two did not go back to the castle immediately, they walked aimlessly along the street, and no one spoke for a while.
Even if there is no blood pact, the two know that each other is thinking the same thing.
After a while, Dong Zheng was the first to break the silence: "I—"
Cui Zuojing put his index finger on Dong Zheng's lips, signaling him not to speak. He stared at Dong Zheng's eyes and saw his figure in it.
"Don't say anything." Cui Zuojing said softly, "I may not believe in Domingo, but I will definitely believe in you."
This sentence seems to be some kind of agreement between the two of them. After returning, neither of them talked about weapons.
Cui Zuojing called Xia Qiongyun, who was still recovering, and told her the truth that ordinary pilgrims could never touch in Fu Zhe's study.
It was a little difficult for her to accept it for a while, but when she thought about Victor's transformation from a cat to a living person, and Cui Zuojing's ability to be so strong that he didn't look like a normal pilgrim at all, it didn't seem so difficult to accept.
"Our former teammate Alan died accidentally in the snow worm trail because of Kether's targeting. Joining us means great danger. The difficulty of the box we pass through with us is basically not as marked as it is. From the bald singer just now, you should also be able to experience it."
Cui Zuojing looked directly into Xia Qiongyun's eyes and asked seriously, "Even so, are you sure you want to join us?"
Xia Qiongyun didn't spend too much time thinking about it.
"Okay, you can live in the castle from now on." Cui Zuojing gave Xia Qiongyun a key to Fu Zhe: "Choose a room on the second floor, you can ask Lilian to help you sort it out, this key contains Fu Zhe's key. Part of the power, no matter where you use it to open the door, you can go back to the castle."
After settling down Xia Qiongyun, Cui Zuojing turned around and found him in Fu Zhe's bedroom.
He was sitting in the complex formation, the lavender light in the pattern illuminated his face, and the two pale tear moles under his tightly closed eyes seemed to be crumbling, Cui Zuojing gently closed the door, did not disturb him, sat down Beside Fu Zhe's bed, waiting for him to wake up.
After five or six minutes, the light gradually dimmed, and the fluctuation of space energy returned to the bedroom, surrounded by Fu Zhe, and reflected the time power of Cui Zuojing.
Fu Zhe opened his eyes, he exhaled deeply, and it was a little difficult to stand up.
Cui Zuojing: "How is it?"
"I can already sense the specific location." Fu Zhe frowned slightly in trouble, "But no matter how much I increase the sense, I can only feel the specific location of one of the fragments, I don't know if it's morality or conscience. That fragment The energy of the shard is very strong and has been hiding from me, while the other fragment has no movement, as if it does not exist."
"But you were indeed separated into three soul fragments." Cui Zuojing wondered, "Goodwill, morality, and conscience are all indispensable components of a human soul. It's impossible for any of them to disappear, right?"
Fu Zhe was silent for a while, and finally he shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe we can only figure it out after taking back the fragment."
"Corberus!" The young man with tears under his eyes shouted loudly, propping his forehead up from the luxurious and soft leather chair, feeling indescribably dizzy.
The door was pushed open from the outside, and a man named Corberus walked in quickly. He was very tall, with dark honey-colored eyes, black hair and thick eyebrows, a deep outline, and every inch of muscle line showed unparalleled fitness. The man walked up to the young man and wrapped his arms around his waist, so that the other party could lean most of his weight on his arms, and asked in a low voice:
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
The young man shook his head, he grabbed the strong arm of Corberos, and there were a few scratches left on it when he couldn't help himself last night. The call penetrated the boundaries of space and burst out from the bottom of his heart. , calling, calling for his return.
A gloomy flash flashed in the black eyes of the young man, he thought for a while, took off the key-shaped pendant around his neck, and said, "Bow your head."
Corberus obeyed obediently, and the pendant was carried around his neck by the youth.
Of course Kerberos knew that this was something that belonged to the youth, and said in amazement, "Master, this..."
"Give it to you." Putting the key with body temperature into the collar of Corberos, the young man gently pushed him away, looked up at the pair of honey-colored eyes that reflected his own appearance, and said, "No matter what happens in the future No matter what, you can't give it to anyone else."
"I will." Corberos didn't understand what this meant, and he had a bad feeling in his heart, "I will help the master to take good care of it."
The young man snorted, and walked towards the open door with some vain footsteps due to the sense of distance: "Let's go, let's see what fun we can find today."
"Yes." Corberos followed closely behind him, like a knight with a heart and soul.
Or the most loyal dog, the bravest wolf.
After being selected from the bloody arena, the blood-soaked man knelt at the young man's feet, clutching the wounds on his waist and abdomen. He was eager to see what the master who saved him from hell looked like, but he was afraid of anything. A little unreasonable action can send himself back to hell.
He lowered his head, dripping black blood stained the carved floor, and heard the young man above his head casually ask the old man with the red beard next to him, "What's your dog's name?"
The old man was very impatient: "How many times have I told you, Corberus, can you be a little more serious!"
The three-headed hell dog heard his name and immediately let out a low growl, the stench spurted out of his mouth, his fangs were brown, and the red-bearded old man tugged at the chain in his hand, and the three-headed dog had to calm down reluctantly. .
"Why should I remember your dog's name?" The young man gave a short laugh, replied bluntly, and raised the man's chin with the tip of his shoe.
He raised his head and saw the fresh master's appearance for the first time.
To this day, he still clearly remembers the smell of rosin on the owner's shoes, the cool temperature of the leather, the casual laziness in his lowered eyebrows, and the two small pale moles that looked like tears in the bottom of his eyes.
"From today on, your name is Corberus."
Corberus, the hellhound who guards the gates of the underworld for Hades, the king of the underworld.
The loud protest of the red-bearded old man and the proud laughter of the young man were all unclear. The man who was given the name Corberus put the name on the tip of his tongue, recited it a few times, and remembered it in his heart forever.
Maybe it was just the master's whim and his friend's anger, even with an insulting meaning, but it was also his first name.
The pendant on his chest was close to the skin, and it still carried the body temperature of the owner. Corberos raised his hand and pressed it lightly. He followed the young man half a step behind, even though he had been obsessed with each other day and night for countless days and nights. The body temperature, in front of other people, has never been exceeded.
Is a noble owner and his most loyal dog.
He gave him a name, an opportunity to struggle and climb out of the mud, and he will dedicate his most devout sincerity with a humble life like a worm.
——Volume IX Bald Singer [End]——
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