The thick, year-round mist climbs on the outer wall of the stone castle, and the eerie water vapor seems to blur the rough wall and soften it a little.
The shape of this fortress is simple and simple, and the lines of its outline are very simple. It is covered by a thick and dim white mist like a curtain, making its appearance almost abstract and shabby.
Something seemed to be coming, and the mist suddenly curled up and twitched, and then like a group of expelled snakes, it hurriedly cleared a position. The sound of spreading ice gently rubbed against the eardrums, and the white mist quickly condensed into water droplets. The water droplets then shrank into dead ice particles, falling to the ground like heavy rain, making a loud rustling sound.
A woman came out of the mist.
Her slender heels tapped the ground, her calves were slender and graceful, her green-white stockings shone with a slight silver light, and the classical knot lines outlined a tight arc behind her legs. The woman is wrapped in a pearl-white silk skirt, her snow-white plump arms are held in long, equally snow-white mink fur, and there is a bunch of fluffy white feathers on her veil and hat. She looks like a Hollywood porn star from centuries ago, walking on the red carpet. Walking on the desolate ice surface, the short wavy hair sticking to the forehead is actually the same ice-like blue-silver color.
She approached the door of the stone castle and kept walking. The thick iron chain had been frozen to pieces by the low temperature that spread like a realm in the air. The extreme cold was like an elf cheering wildly, flying around this sexy but thinly dressed visitor. A beam of light sprayed out from the collapsed door, but it was not real light. It was ice as pure and clear as light. Even in the dimmest and hazy fog, it could shine like crystal. The solid ice filled the distance between the door and the ground, slowly leveling it - this heavy log door, which required fifteen people to lower down bit by bit, looked like a child's toy in front of her.
The woman continued to move forward, her pace always maintaining an unhurried and graceful pace. Inside the castle, the heat of the blazing torches was as weak as mosquitoes in the cold winter. It wasn't until she walked through the first stone door and then passed through the second stone door that a golden glow suddenly shot out from her eyes, and she frowned. He frowned and slowed down.
She walked into the open and spacious main hall.
This place is very inconsistent with the rough and simple appearance of the castle. It seems that from the door to here, someone has placed a portal to another world in the middle. The crystal chandeliers on the ceiling are layered and have complicated tassels. They are the most common candlestick shape. , but what is embedded in the lamp tube is not a candle, but a fire diamond cut into a pear shape. The chandeliers are one by one, and the light is like a real burning fire, illuminating the hall brilliantly and warmly. The walls and ceiling all depict battle scenes from Ragnarok: the crowned Hela unleashes the death hound Garm, the golden wolf Skull chases the sun, the silver wolf Hati hunts the moon, and their father Fenrir opens his mouth to devour The upper and lower jaws of heaven and earth are fighting desperately with the god-king Odin who rides an eight-hoof horse and wields the eternal spear made of the branches of the world. In addition, Jörmungandr surrounds the atrium, and Nidhogg grasps at the top The world tree with withered branches and leaves, dragon wings covering the sky and the sun, spitting out black fire of destruction and massacre from its mouth... The painter narrated these stories with epic brushstrokes, and the twilight of dusk enveloped the colors of this huge picture, so The entire hall is also filled with flowing tragic beauty, with the sadness of a destined ending like fate.
The woman stared intently, these scenes were already boring to her. She walked through the thick scarlet carpet, which was poured with intertwined patterns of bronze and gold, and came to the high seat that was as majestic and vast as a throne.
Here, her eyes were half-closed, and she was flipping through an old thread-bound book.
"I often think about the impermanence of the world, such as the morning dew and the moon reflected in the water..." The man's voice was like a dream, "The prosperity of a moment is gone in an instant, and the romantic people are not what they used to be... Ah."
He sighed softly and raised his eyelids, his scarlet pupils burning with malice.
The woman has taken off her delicate veil and hat. Her face is as radiant as snow, her eyelashes and eyebrows are all ice-white, and her lips are as white as porcelain, vaguely revealing a strange blue. It seems that if she takes a second look, that fatal The cold will spread along the line of sight, frostbiting people's eyes.
"You shouldn't disturb my rest time," He Rui whispered, "Ymir."
The ancestor of the frost giant lowered his eyelashes humbly and said: "The mad angel is dead."
Hearing the sudden news, He Rui didn't make any further comments. He just murmured as if in a dream: "Fifty years of life are full of bustle and fantasy... Fame will go down in history, success and failure will be annihilated, it's just fate and cause and effect... "
Ymir said nothing. Both she and her master knew who the mad angel would die by, so she didn't need to say that name just to make the man unhappy.
"His knife is getting faster and faster... right?" The silence lasted for a long time, and He Rui suddenly asked.
"No matter how fast the knife is, there will always be things it can't cut through."
He Rui opened his eyes and looked at her with interest. Ymir still lowered his head submissively. In her eyes, this man is a god. God is always omnipotent. Even if he fails, it is still a test that a god must go through. , just like the precious blood that the saints must shed on the cross, the Buddha is also very weak before he is fed by the milk of a thousand cows.
"He is just a person." She repeated insistently, "A person, especially a person with weaknesses, always has things he can't do."
He Rui laughed loudly.
"You don't seem to know my brother very well." He fell back lazily and fell on the bright gold. "Monsters are monster babies when they are born. Monster babies grow up to be little monsters. When little monsters grow up, they become little monsters." Just an adult monster..."
He murmured, unable to extricate himself from the quicksand of memories.
Every child of the He family is instilled with the pride and dignity of controlling the world from birth. They are all the proud sons of heaven. N-star's tentacles extend to every corner of the world, so they are also like princes and grandchildren with noble blood. , while waiting to grow up as a boy, he simulated and imagined the world crawling at his feet thousands of times.
Only He Qin is the most different one.
This younger brother who was born with his own compatriots does not value or care about anything. Their parents are a couple with interests, but when he was still a young and ignorant child, He Ruishang would feel immature fear about their discordant marriage. . One day, He Qin had a fever, and he was wearing pajamas and pajamas, hugging the tiger stuffed that slept with him, hiding from the servants and housekeepers, and shuttled back and forth in the layered snow-white corridors, almost knocking off the wall hangings along the way. The entire "Four Seasons" - a mischievous imitation of Paul Cezanne. Among them, the woman in "Autumn" has a kettle on her head, which resembles the neoclassical painter Ingres's representative work "Fountain", so he deliberately placed a kettle in one corner of the painting. The signature of Ingres may be just to repay the evaluation of him by the Ecole Supérieure des Beaux-Arts in Paris: he has the temperament of a color painter, but unfortunately abuses color.
It was one of their mother's favorite collections, and he stumbled out of it, nearly shaving his forehead.
When He Rui finally opened the door to his younger brother's room and explained to him his worries about his parents' marriage, he would never forget He Qin's eyes. His pale pupils seemed to hold a bottle of ice water. He Qin asked him: "What does that matter?"
He Rui laughed endlessly. Now, recalling blood relatives and his past has become one of his few pleasures: "I am so anxious that I am sweating. For a child, his parents are his entire world. , the world is about to split in half, but he seems to be a hundred times more indifferent than me."
"There is nothing to be nervous about." He Qin took the medicine and his illness will be cured soon. "Divorce is not death. Since they are not suitable, they should separate."
When he said this, he sat on the bed with his spine straight. It was as if He Rui had met his usually taciturn brother for the first time. He suddenly felt chilled because when He Qin said the word "separate", his tone was So natural, like separating two apples in a fruit bowl, or the cap of a pen.
Perhaps in his heart, he did not accept the man and woman who gave birth to him and raised him as his parents.
"When I was older, I was still fighting with others over my qualifications to be the successor, and he had already gone to learn the sword, ha!" He Rui said, "He didn't even know how to use the sword, but he dared to hold it. He spent hundreds of dollars every day. Waved a thousand times. Everyone thought he was a freak. My mother also got angry at my father and wiped her tears, asking how she could have given birth to such a son. So I went to comfort her and said you still have me, don’t Scared, Mom. The resources that should have been equally divided between the two of us have all been allocated to me alone."
"Maybe I should thank him for this. I went to the place where he learned swordsmanship to look for him. I felt that as an elder brother, I should protect my younger brother who might not get anything in the future. As a result, I saw many children from the He family surrounding him. .”
"Are they... here to see a joke?" Ymir interrupted at the right time.
He Rui smiled. He didn't have the disturbingly sharp and handsome features of He Qin, but when he lowered his eyebrows, he was much more sinister than He Qin: "Yes and no, the little brat is the best at climbing high and stepping down. species, many grown-ups are not as good at this as they are. My brother has given up his inheritance, and is a useless chess piece in their eyes. A useless one who still seems to be doing stupid things seriously. The chess pieces, if their feet feel itchy, why don’t they invite their friends to step on them?”
His thoughts went back to that day, when he was surrounded by a group of He family boys and their adult bodyguards. He Qin still looked expressionless, holding a bamboo knife in his arms, and his spine was as straight as a knife.
"Get out of the way," he said.
In an instant, all the boys burst into laughter. Each of them may inherit the future n-star and become the master who leads the world. Therefore, each of them has a noble status and is arrogant. Their bodyguards are also rare experts in the world, responsible for protecting their lives which are worth more than their weight in gold.
What does He Qin have? He had nothing but a bamboo knife.
"Get out of the way." He Qin repeated again.
The leading boy frowned and stopped smiling. He was a candidate from the family head's lineage and the leader of this small group. As soon as he stopped laughing, the other boys also gradually stopped laughing very wisely.
"Why," he raised his chin, imitating his father's expression vividly. This is also one of the evidences that he will become a leader in the future, "does a waste who voluntarily give up his mission have the face to order us?"
As he said that, he raised his hand and pushed He Qin's shoulder hard. For boys of this age, their courses had already arranged a mandatory option of fighting. But this time not only failed to push He Qin down, but he himself almost fell. He was knocked backwards by the force of the recoil.
"Get out of the way." He Qin said for the third time, raising his eyes and looking at the bodyguards behind the boys.
His eyes were a cold glass color, and he was holding a bamboo knife in his arms, so his eyes also had the cold edge of a knife.
The bodyguards were a little hesitant, and they exchanged glances without leaving any trace. Although talent is a mysterious thing, they are not blind. This kid has no intention of competing for the position of heir, but the clear light in the depths of his eyes is colder and deadlier than anything else. He must be a born killer, and he is destined to eat this bowl of rice. He is already warning them.
However, this glance was misunderstood by the boy. His companion and younger brother quickly corrected his body. He stood up straight, blushing, embarrassed and proud at the same time. He couldn't help but scolded viciously: "Look what they are doing, what do they want to do?" Will they seek justice for you? Damn! Go ahead and daydream! If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, I will let you go. Otherwise, you have to be careful. You never know when your hands will be gone. I can’t take your broken knife!”
The boys next to him also shouted and cursed one after another, and some even eagerly rolled up their sleeves, planning to beat He Qin at any time. They are still children, but the malice they exude is genuine. They are naturally born at the top of the pyramid, which gives them the power to be sure of what they say and what they do.
He Qin glanced at them lightly, and the bodyguards were stagnant at the back. To them, no matter how hard this kid could beat him, it was just a farce of the winner bullying the loser, and it would soon pass; the boys also Like the grinning little lions, retreat has long been impossible. Now they just want to bite off a piece of the prey's meat.
Just when He Rui felt that he should step in to stop this farce, He Qin suddenly made a move.
He is not a lion's cub. When the lion's cub is still complacent about his status as a descendant of the king of the jungle, he has learned to kill antelopes from the trees and bite the wings of the eagle, like a young and deadly black lightning... He is a descendant of a leopard!
The bamboo sword in He Qin's hand suddenly came out of its sheath, nine swords and thirteen moves, the most basic training moves of Japanese Kendo, one skill, frontal attack! Beater! Hit the crotch! Stab! The bamboo knife swayed with a dark blue light in the setting sun. From the moment it was unsheathed, four sounds were like rapid wind and thunder, and it hit the boy's still developing body with incomparable cruelty. With such swiftness and determination, the boy's waist and abdomen were severely damaged without the dozen or so adults behind him reacting, causing him to let out a short scream in panic!
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At this moment, the bodyguard suddenly realized that his knife could really kill people! But the boys surrounding He Qin's body immediately became the best cover. They didn't understand the power of He Qin's sword, but they were children of lions, and children of lions must learn to fight back against the enemy! So they rushed forward and used the fighting skills they learned to kick and beat He Qin, trying to avenge their companions and return. Raindrops of fists and kicks fell on He Qin, but he was like a predator that had its target fixed on it. Regardless of any interference from the outside world, it just grabbed a prey and bit it.
In the second and third stage skills, the sword spins upwards to the right, pointing directly at the center of the eyebrow!
The boy in the center once again let out a shrill wail. The bamboo knife would not cut anyone's hand, but whenever the blade's momentum came closer, he would feel a bone-breaking pain.
Sweeping technique, the left knife rotates and sweeps upward! Repulse skills, withhold pressure to rise!
The bodyguards rushed forward in a hurry, stretching out their arms, trying to catch the angry and agitated boys. One of them accidentally put his hand into the range of He Qin's sword, and the back of his hand suddenly felt burning pain.
Drawing skills! Scratching skills! Show off your skills!
Abandoning all defensive and retreating movements, only pure attack was left. He was still very young, and even when it came to the field of swordsmanship, his teacher had not yet considered teaching him the more lethal Iai Twelve Styles. But even the most basic Nine Swords and Thirteen Styles, which required two people to practice over and over again to master the essentials, was wielded by him with the murderous intent of a Shura demon!
The boy's screams had turned into intermittent wails and cries. His eyes were black, and all the bones in his body seemed to have been crushed into flying powder. He Qin was like a knife-wielding machine that knew no pain or fatigue. , as soon as his sword is unsheathed, it will rush for the opponent's life, no matter who the opponent is.
Return to technique! Knock down technique!
The bodyguards finally dragged the boy, who was covered in purple, swollen and bruised bodies, out of the center of the fight. He Qin had already completed the incomplete nine-sword and thirteen-style moves. There were traces of bruises on the corners of his mouth, and his clothes and hair were messy, but his movements to put away the knife were still calm and leisurely, as if he had not nearly beaten a peer to death just now, but had just completed an ordinary training session.
"I told you to get out of the way three times," he straightened his clothes, and his eyes were clear and dazzling, reflecting the horrified expressions of the bodyguards and the remaining boy who was so frightened that he started crying, "This is the fourth time."
He Rui stood quietly and watched the whole process.
This incident caused a big fuss, and it was obvious that He Qin had spared his efforts. The boy's skin injuries were just frightening, but despite this, their parents still wanted to give up custody of this weird little son. In the end, it was He Huaizhou, the chief designer of Nova City, and He Qin's teacher who came forward to settle the matter.
"Tell me," He Rui laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe, "He's just such a monster, haha, he's just such a monster!"
Ymir remained silent. She used to work for n-star company and had never heard of this matter. This was also the first time that He Rui mentioned it to her.
"So... what happened next?" She couldn't help but ask, "How did he become like this?"
He Rui stopped laughing.
"Because they really love each other." He said softly with a strange look on his face.
Ymir was stunned: "What?"
It's just that He Rui doesn't want to talk anymore. He has said enough today. With his usual, slightly sinister look on his face, he said to Ymir: "It's just a dog that died. There is no need to notify the Holy Sisters. Just make preparations for you and Fafnir. They will organize a counterattack. The outcome will be determined." You have to be pretty, understand?”
So Ymir immediately put away his unnecessary curiosity and bowed: "Yes!"
The frost followed their master away, and He Rui sat on the throne with a gloomy expression.
The majestic beauty created by n-star technology is enough to conquer anyone in the world, but He Qin never takes it lightly. He has his own closed world that is difficult for others to enter. And after He Rui tried his best to become the heir, in order to check and balance him, those smart old immortals single-handedly promoted He Qin and ordered him to be the supervisor to control his brother's every move.
He was about to burst out laughing in his heart, but he still maintained the angry unwillingness on his face - if this is what they want to see, then show it to them, what's the harm
It wasn't until he learned about He Qin's unusual attitude towards the couple that he felt sincerely confused, and then personally asked: "Why?"
"...because they really love each other." He Qin said.
He folded his arms, and his whole body was filled with a cold and sharp aura that even He Rui could not look directly at, but his tone rarely had a little unknown softness.
-Because they truly love each other.
He Rui stared at a spot on the scarlet carpet, and his eyes were as red as the bloody carpet.