The long sword is like a snake, falling from the sky!
"Like a snake" does not mean that the sword looks like a snake.
Rather, it really has turned into a snake!
A shadow snake with a sharp blade!
From the beginning to the end, Ye Qingxuan never noticed that this guy was carrying such a deadly thing!
This kind of strangeness that exists in the etheric world is condensed in the shadow of natural disasters. It is unknown what elements are used to create it, but in essence, it is definitely not life or demons, but the condensation of some kind of spirituality.
The musicians caught them by chance, and after being acquired by the alchemist, they were integrated into the sword's edge and forged into a secret treasure containing the secret of ether.
—The Sword of the Shadow Snake.
This is extremely sharp and vicious, anyone who touches it will die!
In an instant, the Shadow Snake Sword struck down silently, and several pieces of alchemy equipment worn by Constantine were shattered one after another, unable to stop him even for a moment.
Something unexpected happened in an instant, and Ye Qingxuan was unable to save him.
fortunately…
It was expected!
In the next moment, vast rays of light burst out from Constantine's body, and the power hidden in him was activated. The music theory was structured, the realm was divided, and the sacred light of heaven cut off the earthly world and protected him within it.
"Holy"!
Now, Ye Qingxuan is finally able to fully master the inherited music of Shi Xin School.
He had already set it up when he arrived. He had already understood how precious Constantine was. Unless the wolf whistle arrived or other saints arrived, he would definitely not relax.
He must be preserved completely, without even a single hair falling off. Otherwise, how can we negotiate terms with the Silent Organization and let them release Ciel
One hit misses, the opportunity is lost.
Not far away, the last crooked musician who fought for his life was completely suppressed and sealed into a stone statue. In the desperate struggle, several musicians of the Silent Organization were slightly injured.
Fortunately, with Ye Qingxuan's delay, there were no permanent disturbances.
Each of these four musicians is the revolutionary army's trump card. Not only are they mastering the skills and music, but they also have the brains to pull out many life-threatening things.
After all the memories are squeezed out, he can be handed over to "Armageddon" and transformed into a real "Purgatory Musician". He is simply full of treasures!
Realizing that the attack was unsuccessful, the purple-eyed griffin angrily punched Seiya's field.
It's a pity that even if you are a master-level forbidden musician, if you want to break through the realm of Shengya with music theory, you need to concentrate and take a long time... However, Ye Qingxuan will not give him either of these two conditions.
Without any hesitation, after realizing that the opportunity had been lost, the purple-eyed griffin turned around and flew into the distance.
The mist gathered around him, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Want to leave!"
Ye Qingxuan was chasing after him, but behind him, Charles tried his best and made a hoarse voice:
"-Don't chase!"
Ye Qingxuan stopped subconsciously, sensing a hint of murderous intent in the mist.
Soon, a sigh came from the fog, the murderous intention dissipated, the fog dispersed, and the human figure disappeared.
he's gone.
Ye Qingxuan stood there silently, and after a long time, he finally returned.
He sat back next to the wreckage of the carriage and stared at the four silent organ musicians. They also wanted to take away Constantine, but they were unable to do anything to Ye Qingxuan's Shengya.
"Mr. Ye, you..."
"Go and contact your superiors and find someone who can really take care of things."
Ye Qingxuan lit a cigarette and took two deep puffs: "Don't tell me that the overall situation is the most important thing, and don't tell me that you have to make sacrifices for the Holy City. I arrested the person, and my senior brother did the undercover job. I stopped the enemy, and I saved Constantine, so I deserve this victory - this is completely in line with the Musician Recruitment Act, even the Holy Wheel Court must protect my interests."
He paused and blew out purple smoke.
As a result, the indifferent expression became darker in the smoke:
"-If you want Constantine alive, then offer a suitable price."
…
…
An hour later, no stars could be seen in the late night sky.
Fifteen minutes later, in the cold wind, snowflakes fell from the sky. The sharp iron light of the Holy City was covered, and the sharp edges and contours were blended under the white snow.
Across the layers of walls, Ye Qingxuan looked up and heard the sound of snow falling on the ground above his head.
He sat on a bench in the corridor and waited silently.
Until the elevator slowly opened, Wolf Flute came out, his uniform covered with a heavy layer of snow.
Shaking off the layer of snow powder, he took out a document from his arms and handed it to Ye Qingxuan.
"What you want."
"Hard."
Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes, opened the document bag, took it out in person, and saw a pardon document jointly signed by six cardinals of the Pope's Office.
Ciel made great achievements because of the Holy City. Under the witness of God, he proved his purity and piety, and the crimes he committed were forgiven.
From then on, he was innocent.
Ye Qingxuan read it three or four times in silence, then carefully put the document into his arms and kept it properly. He looked at his watch and couldn't help but sigh:
"Forty minutes? Should I lament the Holy City's rapid efficiency, or should Constantine's ** be huge?"
Langdi lit his cigarette and glanced at him angrily:
"It only took five minutes on the way."
He said, "The Papal Hall argued for half an hour over whether Constantine should die or live, and then hesitated for five seconds because of Charles, and the rest... Hehe, I spent five minutes scolding you."
"Let me guess." Ye Qingxuan asked: "You don't know what is good or bad?"
"Disregarding the overall situation, embarrassing the heavy responsibility... that's all." Langdi shrugged, sighed and patted his shoulder: "Next time, don't negotiate the price with those big shots. Even if you make a deal, you may not be liked."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "I thought my price was very cheap."
"fool."
Langdi glanced at him and shook his head: "The cheapest one is 'Bai Na'."
Ye Qingxuan understood the implication of Langdi's words and stopped talking.
Soon, at the end of the corridor, the steel gate opened. Charles walked out from behind the gate. The guard took off the shackles on his hands, and the shackles fell to the ground.
"It feels good to be free again."
Ciel twisted his neck and couldn't help but do a few gymnastics moves. Ye Qingxuan saw that the prison uniform on his body was an eyesore and threw his coat to him.
"The Silent Agency pays well."
Charles was wearing his uniform and couldn't help but whistle. He touched the woolen coat and said, "The material is really good. This set of clothes alone costs two to three thousand pounds, right? There is also an alchemy matrix in the mezzanine... Is it a gift? You I heard that the Rendu has been destroyed, how about Senior Brother adding an exo-metal skeleton to it some other time?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled helplessly, "Let's rest first. Let's go back and take a nap before we talk. I'll treat you to a meal at the best restaurant in the Holy City tomorrow. There's enough meat."
Charlotte suddenly became very happy: "Junior brother is the caring little cotton-padded jacket of senior brother. Sure enough, what the ancients said is right."
"What the hell would an ancient person say such a thing!"
Ye Qingxuan shook his head, but saw Charles standing there, not intending to leave with him: "What's wrong?"
Charles hesitated and looked behind him: "How is Mr. Constantine? Is he awake?"
"I woke up a long time ago."
Langdi shrugged, "Still unwilling to speak, unwilling to cooperate, and unwilling to answer any questions. Apart from the initial request, there was no response."
"any request?"
Wolf Flute was silent for a moment and sighed softly:
"He wants to see Ciel."