At the moment of Ciel's astonishment, the electric current was already flowing out under the guidance of magnetism, and there was no need to deliberately control it. They were like whips whipping at the nearest iron object - the screws suspended around Ciel!
There was a sharp stabbing sound, and the screw that was originally controlled like an arm by Charles suddenly broke away from his control and shot out in all directions.
Fortunately, Ciel had already escaped the splash range in an instant and was unscathed. But then cold sweat seeped out from the back of his head, and he rolled over quickly.
A bolt of electricity struck where he originally stood like a whip.
"Wait! When did you learn so many instant notes?"
"This morning."
The young man's voice came faintly: "It doesn't matter if you can interpret it, I release it fast anyway!"
"You have no technical skills at all!"
"Whatever technical skills you need, as long as I can beat you!"
Immediately afterwards, a blazing fire swept past him, hit the barrier formed by "qi", and dissipated without a trace. The corner of Ciel's mouth twitched, and his figure suddenly blurred.
Note·Hazy.
Immediately afterwards, the frost ray passed by. Just as he was staggering back, Ye Qingxuan pressed forward step by step, putting Charles in danger, and his expression finally became slightly serious.
Even though he had expected it, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat: With such a chasing and fighting style, if he really just defended, he might catch him and make a comeback.
He interpreted the boy's attack and retreated while dodging, leaving a series of traps composed of "notes and shackles" at his feet.
Ye Qingxuan's footsteps stopped abruptly at the edge of the trap, and Charles "tsk": It's really unpleasant to fight with such a fast-learning guy. It's a pity that my senior brother can crush you even with his years of experience!
Then his expression changed: "The same thing again? Are you coming again?"
"As long as it works!"
The young man behind the trap threw a ball of bright light casually, and then the mirror matrix unfolded, and the intense light covered Ciel's eyes.
He closed his eyes subconsciously, concentrated on reading Ye Qingxuan's ether, and smiled: Sure enough, he could no longer hold on. Junior brother, you are still too young...
During the strong attack, Ye Qingxuan's movements were delayed for a moment, and the ether on his body began to dissipate
Seizing this gap, Charles advanced instead of retreating. Even though his eyes could not see anything clearly, the note in his hand was printed directly on the young man's chest!
In an instant, the collision of "qi" and "flow" set off a surging air wave!
Bang!
Wait, this doesn’t feel right
He opened his dazed eyes wide and saw Ye Qingxuan flying upside down... In mid-air, Ye Qingxuan's body cracked and turned into broken lenses.
That is the phantom created by the musical note mirror.
Just after the phantom was blown away, what was revealed was the young man who had taken a stance and completed his stance. He stared at Ciel's stunned expression and smiled.
"Yo!"
Fell into a trap...
The corner of Ciel's mouth twitched, and then, his vision blurred, and he could only see the shadow of a fist getting bigger and bigger...
Bang!
Ciel fell to the sky, his vision was dark.
…
It was already night when he woke up, and the beef was stewed in the pot, and the smell of meat was emitting. He heard his stomach growl.
hungry.
He climbed up from the sofa with difficulty and rubbed his sore cheeks: "Wow, we are all brothers, how can you be so cruel? You actually deliberately seduce me, and then put on a show of strength and use your fists? Do you still have the dignity of a musician?"
Ye Qingxuan rolled his eyes: "I know that your sensitivity and control are many times better than mine, and you also know my strategy clearly... Why am I still stupidly competing with you for musical notes? Am I mentally retarded? ?”
"Ability is improved through training!"
"This kind of hardship can be avoided."
Ye Qingxuan slapped a bowl of beef stew in front of him and said with concern: "Eat it while it's hot. It won't be good when it gets cold."
Charlotte was suddenly moved: "It's rare that you still care about me, junior brother."
"No, I just don't want to waste time."
Ye Qingxuan smiled and held up a set of pink women's clothing: "After all, you still have a small skirt to wear after eating..."
…
…
Half a day ago, it was an ordinary afternoon.
There was still the sound of ticking in the clock shop, and it was peaceful and quiet - of course, today was another day with no business.
However, the boss didn't seem to be impatient at all and was still drinking afternoon tea leisurely. Sometimes he would raise his head and say a few words to the little girl behind the counter who was immersed in reading.
Most of them are content that is neither salty nor bland, such as whether the ice cream cart selling ice cream is out today, and the old man deserves to be unable to make any money.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, an old man with a black glove on one hand pushed in the door and chatted with him for a while. The conversation seemed to be somewhere between pleasant and unpleasant.
Soon, he left.
Watching him leave, Hermes shook his head and tutted: "That old Shaman guy seems to be serious. I underestimated him. This guy is really not afraid that the royal family will be annoyed and chase him away." When you go out, you are still convinced that His Majesty has been cursed recently and has no time to care? However, his declaration of war has already driven those guys to jump over the wall. Now, I am afraid that they have reached the point where they will not hesitate to borrow foreign aid. At this time, Even if it is the power of the evil god, those guys who are red-eyed after losing will hold their noses and drink it, right?"
"It's so noisy."
The girl behind the counter looked up expressionlessly: "I'm studying."
"... After not seeing each other for a few days, you have become a reserve musician who loves to learn? What a joy to the teacher!"
Hermes pretended to be moved and waved to cheer: "You must cherish life and study hard, but don't be like your monster cousin."
"Um?"
"Hey, I occasionally make a mistake, so please don't take it personally." Hermes shrugged.
"If you want to speak, say it all."
Bai Xi frowned: "Or just don't say it at all."
Hermes sighed and raised his hands in surrender: "Bai Xi, do you feel that you lack understanding of your cousin?"
"What's the meaning?"
"That's literally what it means."
Hermes shrugged: "Although he has the same white hair, the same age, speaks the same language, and even smiles are very similar. But have you ever felt at any moment that you have never understood him?"
"No."
"Did you not feel it, didn't discover it, or didn't think about it at all?"
Hermes raised his eyes: "You should have noticed it. You noticed it better than anyone else - that guy's abnormality."
Bai Xi fell silent.
Silence returned to the watch shop.
…
Amid the faint ticking sound, Hermes lowered his head and stared at the teacup in his hand.
In the afternoon sunlight, the delicate bone china tea cup was filled with dark red tea, and the reflected light was like blood.
Although it is such an exquisite and beautiful afternoon tea, it somehow evokes such a gloomy association. Perhaps this dark aura comes from its owner, the seemingly smiling young man.
The sunlight outside the window fell on his long hair, making it look like forged gold wire, indescribably luxurious and beautiful. But his eyes were dark, like clouds lingering in hell, lingering in those emerald eyes.
He asked: "Bai Xi, was there that moment when you felt you understood 'death'?"
"What's the meaning?"
"If I can barely describe it, it is probably an immersive experience - just like you understand what fire is and what iron is, people will eventually truly understand what 'death' represents. This kind of experience Maybe it comes from a funeral, a corpse, a sad story. Or it comes from the death of a loved one, or... it comes from your own personal experience. Answer me, have you ever felt like this?"
Bai Xi nodded silently.
Hermes laughed.
"Then you will know how fragile human beings are."
He looked at the passers-by outside the window, looked at the faces, and then laughed, with a hint of ridicule:
"Whether you are a good person or an evil person, when you truly understand 'what is death', you will have a kind of enlightenment - you will see your own fear and insignificance, your own loneliness and powerlessness, and you will also see To the true self. Like a beast staring at its own reflection in the water. Only through real experience can human beings discover that the principles, principles and bottom lines they believe in are nothing compared to them. There is nothing better than death. It is greater than all the stars and all morals combined, more inescapable than food and love, and more inescapable than fate and hatred. ... - If there is an eternal truth for human beings in this world, then I believe it must be 'death'. That's why the first three kings wrote it into the oath, haven't you already Have you seen it?"
"—All things are from birth to death, only the Great Source is eternal."
Bai Xi murmured to himself.
"Yes, nothing can escape death. This is the destiny of human beings."
Hermes snapped his fingers in appreciation: "In order to avoid its arrival, human beings can pay any price and do any cruel thing. Since ancient times, most of the crimes committed by human beings have come from this: in some cases From a human perspective, it is not an exaggeration to commit countless evil deeds in order to survive. In order to protect one's own life, it is understandable even if one commits mistakes that the entire world cannot tolerate, right?"
Bai Xi said nothing, but Hermes read the answer in her eyes.
He said softly:
"—This is the most terrifying thing about Ye Qingxuan."
In silence, Bai Xi was stunned:
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"Don't you understand, or don't you want to understand?"
Hermes sneered: "Have you not seen it before
Your cousin has had countless brushes with death all along. Even after coming to Avalon, he has never lacked near-death experiences.
It can even be said that his life was spent dancing side by side with death. He was closer to death than anyone else, and he went deeper into the essence of death.
But the scary thing is that he turned a blind eye to those things.
It would be nice if he became a murderous madman, and it would be natural if he became a cold-blooded butcher, but...
—Those fears and deaths have never changed him one bit!
Even though countless people were holding sharp knives to threaten his life, being chased by monsters one after another, breaking into blood and walking from the human world to hell...he still didn't change at all.
So much pain didn't change him, so much happiness didn't change him either. He didn't float upwards, nor did he fall downwards... What exactly was hidden in his heart? "
Hermes' eyes were dark, as if staring into the abyss.