sinovels Chapter 35 I Like These Eyes
Chapter 35 I Like These Eyes
Jinjiang starting
In the outside world, Elsain regards the confrontation between the two parties as a place for his own game.
In the room, Ernest's body, devouring the soul of the speaker, was quietly changing.
The milk cat, which was originally only the size of a palm, continued to elongate, becoming a black chaos, and thick black surged in the chaos, and then gradually took the embryonic form of a human being.
First the torso, then the arms, thighs, then the head and hands and feet, and finally the youthful appearance.But different from the previous glimpse, the boy at this time is no longer so haggard and thin, but has a taller figure, and there are not very obvious muscle curves on the upper part of the arm, which makes him look much healthier.Those old bruises and bony skin were replaced by a slightly rosy complexion.
It was as if a person who was about to die at any moment slowly came back to life.
Or maybe a stray kitten is brought home and its fur grows thicker and less bruised and healthy.
Ernest was unaware of the changes in his body.After all, even if the speaker's consciousness is confused and his mental strength is greatly reduced, he is still a real great magician, and there is a direct gap between Ernest and Ernest, whose strength has improved a lot, but still cannot be described as strong.So he has to use the greatest energy to face this opportunity and challenge.
However, this gap will soon disappear between the ebb and flow of the two.
Elsain didn't look back, he didn't understand the silent changes behind him.Because he was concentrating on one important thing - making trouble for the Wing Clan.
He is as focused and obsessed as a gamer who discovers a new and interesting game.In contrast, the Winged Tribes who were regarded as active targets in the game were quite irritable, and they were in agony.
To put it in a more friendly way, this is the same as getting 100% of the opponent's control skills once the team is assembled and ready to attack.Obviously can watch the attack coming, but can't dodge it.That was a real pain in the ass.
This realization directly turned the Yi tribe into puffer fish on the spot, they just couldn't catch the troublemakers.
As a friend, the great magician of the imperial city experienced the feeling of being taken away.It's like playing a game and meeting a teammate who doesn't output, but 100% control is not lost. As long as he is responsible for letting go of his hands and attacking, he can achieve a perfect record.It can only be described as a fairy experience.
Compared with the fact that they could only empty space in vain at the beginning and painstakingly extract the magic power around them, the magician of the imperial city really experienced what it means to go from the mud pit to the sky.
If it weren't for the fact that he was fighting and was not allowed to be distracted, he would have pulled out the powerful teammate who was helping secretly, and treated him to a good meal.He must be full and well-managed, and even take out his treasures.
The scene suddenly turned from the faint disadvantage of the great magician to the advantage of the mage. The Wing Clan was worried and angry, and the feathers on their wings were about to fall off, and they couldn't catch the culprit that caused all this.
Elsain knew very well that these guys could not be questioned by others, and they were also rigid-minded.Had other people been present, one might have guessed whether someone had caused them trouble by means other than magic.
But the Wing Clan...they always think that others can't do things that they can't even do themselves.And even if it can be done, it must be luck, a fluke, don't worry about it.So his eyes kept turning around the range of the magic attack, and he didn't even glance at the building where Elsain was.
Elsain, however, doesn't need to attack in normal attack range at all.The ice blade in his hand was thrown casually, but it was not a complete magic attack.
This is actually similar to archery, but because of the assistance of wind magic, the effect is doubled.
The ice blade maintains its speed by the momentum of wind magic, and because of its inertia, it can still maintain its speed and attack outside the range of magic.With the superposition of the two phases, the distance traveled far exceeds the range of ordinary magic attacks.
But the Wing Clan did not infer this way, and they even developed a sense of fear because of the long-term strange encounter.
Why can't the man in the dark be found?
Could it be that the opponent is not hiding well, but is simply not within the range of ordinary magic attacks?
Could it be that the other party is a magister?
This idea did not need to be said out loud, and it was quickly passed on among the people of the same clan with just a look, bringing a kind of chill to the bottom of my heart.Morale disappeared in an instant.
The proud Wing Clan never expected to encounter such a Waterloo.
They were very annoyed because they were labeled for no reason, and they were found by the people of the imperial city and chased around to hide.
Therefore, hiding and hiding made me furious—how could such a superior race as the Wing Race be chased like a mouse in front of the tiny ordinary human race? !
So they planned this operation, which was bound to cause a big disturbance at the bustling flower festival, and slap those offending human races hard.
As a result, the disturbance was not big enough, and the slap was not slapped, but it felt like he had been slapped.
And there is a feeling that if you don't run, maybe you will have to leave here.
A magister is likely to tease them with great interest—this conjecture makes the Wings look around in a panic, for fear of accidentally offending the dark man, and it will be troublesome if they upgrade from teasing to killing .
So the Yi clan patted their blood-stained wings and prepared to retreat.
Alsain paused slightly with his hand on the railing, thinking whether to interfere.After all, the Yi people who have survived to this day all have their backs. If they are really forced to jump over the wall here, maybe more than half of the city will be destroyed in the fight.
But before Al Sein could think about it, a loud noise in the room attracted his attention.
"bump!"
Elsain immediately turned back to the room, and was stunned after seeing the scene in front of him clearly.
The soft and deep black hair was in a mess on the boy's head, but it didn't look ugly at all. On the contrary, it seemed that his cold face had a somewhat dull temperament.
And what made Elseyin stop his eyes involuntarily was that pair of pupils of different colors.
In a brief glance that day, he actually didn't see those very special pupils clearly.But now, under the bright light, Elsain saw these beautiful eyes lightly and vividly.
One eye is a bright golden color, like the crystallization of amber that has been precipitated over the years.It is also reminiscent of the eyes of a dragon, cold and dazzling.When he saw Elsain appear because of being alarmed, he uncontrollably constricted his pupils and condensed into a thin line, as if he was strongly stimulated.
The other eye is a calm gray, light and gentle, but when its color becomes darker, there is an unpredictable sense of mystery and deterrence.
Seeing Ernest's frightened look, Alsin stopped in his tracks and stood there quietly, waiting for the messed-up teenager to regain his sanity.
To regain sanity?
Ernest couldn't do it.
Originally, he was able to act swiftly in the face of others, and he was able to think rationally when encountering danger many times, and escaped death by a narrow margin.But once the problem is related to Elsaine, and it may make Alzain disgusted and leave him.Ernest's brilliant mind was turned to mush.
What to do? What to do? What to do?
He froze in place, and the knife against the twitching prayer was slightly loosened because of his wood-like thinking.
Ernest's brain at this moment was completely filled with his own messy thoughts, and he couldn't hear even a single bit of movement from the outside world.Just like the soul out of the body.
If he listened to Al Sein's inner voice at this moment, the hanging heart would immediately fall to the ground and regain his composure.
Because when Alsain saw the young man blowing his hair like a dumb cat, he couldn't help laughing.That is the truest pleasure.
In the next moment, Elsain was already sticking to the young man's back, and his hair, like the sun, slipped softly into Ernest's collar, which made his lost consciousness regain consciousness in an instant.
Alssein took Ernest's hand holding the table knife and pressed down, blood poured out from the tiny wound.The body of the praying speaker, who was restless and acting on instinct, calmed down again.
Ernest's hand was a little cold, but Alsin's was warm, just like him.Ernest lowered his head, not daring to look at Elsain, he felt as if he was dreaming.
Whether it's the breath, the temperature, or the itchy touch, it's like a dream.
"It's beautiful." Ernest heard Elsaine's warm voice above his head, with a little afternoon laziness, like a cheetah doing a stretch in the sun lazily.
He put his head on top of the boy's furry black head, felt the boy's tense state, and pretended not to know.
Instead, he clenched his hand even tighter, letting Ernest's hand stick tightly to the handle of the knife and press on the neck of the praying man's chaotic, soul-damaged body.
Elsain's voice was low: "When hunting, if the predator doesn't sharpen his claws and tighten his spirit, then even the prey can tear his neck apart."
His voice was quiet and magnetic, and Ernest's beating heart gradually calmed down.
Ernest tightened the table knife in his hand, and felt that Elsain stood up straight again, and those naughty hairs also left together, and suddenly felt that there was a piece missing in his heart, and he became empty.
He couldn't help opening his mouth, and asked a question he had cared about for a long time: "My eyes..."
"Very beautiful." Elsain said naturally.With soft brows and eyes, he pressed his slender and bony fingers against the corners of Ernest's eyes, and repeated earnestly——
"very beautiful."
"I saw the rising sun and the watery moonlight from inside."
"It's like seeing a small world full of vitality."
In an instant, the world became quiet.
Ernest seemed to have lost control of all the senses in his body for an instant.He couldn't see anything, hear anything, smell anything, he could only feel the surging emotions in his chest.
Sour?sweet?move?
Too complex and varied emotions messed up his sanity.
Before Ernest learned to camouflage his abnormality, he had heard many people's evaluations.
The mother would touch his eyes with apprehension, fearing that he would be regarded as an alien; , I want to take off this pair of unique eyes, because it is "special" enough.
No one has ever simply admired his eyes.
They may be malicious, they may be worried, they may be greedy.But they all see him as an outlier.
But Elsaine did not.
"Why..." Ernest's voice was dry, "Don't you hate it? Such strange eyes, and the change from a slime to a black cat, and then to a human..."
"Don't you hate it?" I obviously did not meet your expectations, I am a different kind.
Ernest got no answer.
There is a long silence in the air.
Ernest blinked hard, feeling an uncontrollable discomfort in his nasal cavity.He tried to raise his head to resist the urge to close his eyes, but that would be seen by Al Sein.
Ernest buried his head deeper, almost hugging himself, so as to hide all the grievances and sadness, and not to be laughed at.
He shouldn't have said it.
Why should he face the cruel truth when he can get sweet lies?
It's his fault.
A force came from the chin unexpectedly, and it was Elsain who pinched his chin with his fingers, and raised his head with gentle but firm force.
Ernest met those blue eyes.
Like the pure blue sky, like the boundless ocean, with a kind of vast gentleness.
The heart that was shrunk into a ball seemed to be held properly by someone.
Ernest stared blankly at Al Sein for a long time before seeing him gradually smile: "I don't hate it."
He replied as if thinking deeply: "I don't hate it."
"I always feel that you are particularly concerned about this matter." Elsain let go of his fingers, took out a pure white handkerchief from his pocket, put it in Ernest's hand, and said every word clearly, "So I carefully Read it carefully, and then answer you."
"Not annoying at all."
Elsain's voice was unhurried, with a kind of calming power: "I will not say anything else to you, or make you insist on meeting others with this appearance, and then decide that this is a matter. Little thing."
"My thoughts are mine after all, and your thoughts are yours. What's big to you is big, and what's small to you is little. I don't want to change your mind. But if you come ask me……"
"Then I can only tell you that I think it is very beautiful."
"These are the most favorite eyes I've ever seen."
The author says:
Hug the little angels in the comment area one by one, thank you for your blessings, hehe w;
Today I finally recovered a bit, so I can write more.
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!