Dragon Zero

Thousands of miles of endless yellow sand, bathed in the evening sun, the sand is lightly blowing in the desert, and the fine sand is moved by the wind. A figure, a pair of heavy footsteps, a black armor, and a person walking alone. He has no horses, no birds and beasts, and he walks alone in the desert with only a pair of legs, walking towards a persistent goal.

The sun went down again, and only half of the red pill was left floating on the horizon from the half-sinking sun. The man in black armor came here and continued to walk towards the cliff of a desert fault in front of him. Suddenly, a sharp sword flew down from the sky, stuck in the sandy ground, shaking up a cloud of dust, and then another sword...

Eight swords fell to the ground, and eight different famous fronts swayed slightly in the wind and sand under the setting sun. The people who came stopped and stopped at a distance of eight swords and a hundred meters away. On the cliff, a stone platform slowly descended and suspended ten meters above the ground. On the platform, a person sat cross-legged, and his whole body was hidden. Under the thick and airtight armor.

The sword inserted in the sand swayed more severely, and in the rhythm of this shaking, ‘people’ covered in armor appeared next to each sword. They appeared out of thin air, as if from a world that did not exist. The armor they wore was the same as the sword around them, exuding the same temperament, the same color, and reflecting the same light.

The eight sword puppets moved together, plucking the sword on the ground, and slashing towards the abrupt figure in the desert.

The wind is blowing, the aerodynamics, the gravel is flying, the eight swords are about to come, and the wind and sand in the desert surround the people screaming, but they are still standing still. With a sword cut, the gravel in the air condensed into a sand blade to greet him. With each sword, a sand blade cuts away. The eight figures came one after another. After the sword, the sword puppet disappeared and reappeared, and after it reappeared, it was another sword. The sword light, air currents, and sand dust continued to stir, each other's swords and blades became faster and faster, and the sand dust became more and more fierce. Within a few hundred meters, there was already a dim sand and dust, and only the fading shadow of the sword light and the condensed sand could be seen.

Suddenly, the black man in the dust moved, he took one step, one hundred meters, all fighting by his side, those flashing silhouettes and sword lights at his step were like slow motion sealed by time. In his eyes, he could see every grain of sand spinning in the wind, he could see the changes in the air flow pushed by each sword, and he could even see how each sword puppet disappeared in the wind, and how it was renewed. Poly forming.

He took this step, and the sword on his left waist was also unsheathed, and the black sheath was drawn out. The brilliance of this sword is passing away, as if traveling through thousands of years, from the lost past to the future ahead. This sword is enough to astound for thousands of years. It will make all those who have seen this sword's style be mesmerized and make people feel like they are in time Lamenting its insignificance in the huge river of history.

The person on the platform opened his eyes, and the sword was invisible at the moment he opened his eyes, without a trace or a trace, without knowing where it came from, and without knowing where it will end, but the sword was severely slashed. When he hit the black armor, a dull voice was cut out, and a huge wound on the black armor was cut out.

The black armored man slid back a hundred meters and returned to the origin of his sword, as if that step had never been taken. His low voice, like a long sigh for thousands of years, echoed in this barren and old desert. He moved the other sword on his right waist, the red sheath pulled out the red sword, and the wind followed; the sand moved with the wind; the sword, swayed the old age that had been struggling with the years, and swayed a picture of the unknown. . The wind and sand make a wall, the years are bound, and the sky is covered by the sun. The sandman locks the two lonely figures, and fought an unknowable battle in the invisible sand and dust.

The dust is gone, the sand falls with the wind, the wind gradually slows down, and the sword seals the lingering sound. The heavy armor re-locked the figure on the pedestal, and he stroked it into a sword, and the sound of the sword cleared as he stroked it.

The black-clad man stood in the remnant wind and sand, his body burst continuously, fell to the ground, and finally turned into countless yellow sand, leaving with the wind lightly, just like he didn't know where he came from and where he left.

"Sha, it's not quiet anymore." The people on the stage closed their eyes and sat down peacefully, and the floating platform floated and disappeared above the cliff.

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The same is twilight and yellow sand, and the faint yellow sun shining golden light on the spreading airship, and the sand bird and the rows of sand herons flew with them, flying to the farther sand dunes.

On the airship, Eva has already begun to adapt to this kind of life and the temper of the new owner, but every time she meets with Lace, she is still shocked by her appearance.

After all, Lace is not a real living person. When Eva, a girl who is nurturing and training in the manor, sees the neatly arranged holes, rivets and stitches of lace on her body, she feels creepy from body to heart, which makes her every day I have nightmares at night, especially when I wake up in the bathroom or make breakfast in the morning, every time I feel stared at by an empty corpse, even if she looks alive and warm.

If it's just that, the key is that Eva always has a feeling that Lace's body is constantly rotting, which makes her smell a strange smell when she passes by Lace. The food that Lace eats is the lively raw meat, especially the bloody, freshly picked meat.

Bing Zhixie had noticed this a long time ago. Lace's body is indeed decayed every day, and she needs to fill the decayed body with fresh meat in order to maintain the balance of body functions.

"Mr. Celeste, your dinner is ready." Eva set everything up, and finally put two glasses of fresh milk on the table, and then sat opposite Bing Zhixie.

"Thank you." Bing Zhixie held a book in his hand, took a sip of milk in the other hand, and kept his eyes on the pages of the book. After reading it for a while, he thought about it for a while, and then tasted the food on the table.

The food is very fragrant and the taste is very good. Eva raised her eyes and watched him tasting secretly, hoping to get his compliments or compliments. But she was disappointed, Bing Zhixie didn't say anything from beginning to end, but silently ate everything and then left. This makes Eva feel very disappointed, feeling that she is a completely dispensable person here, and it is even more appropriate not to be here than to be here.

She packed up the dinner plates in frustration and cleaned them, then sat on the stern of the airship and stared at the desert in a daze, until the sky went dark, and went back to the cabin to sleep, just like her experience every day.

In the bedroom, she was so sad that she couldn't help crying. Compared with the joy in the manor, this shouldn't be her life time. Maybe she should resign and leave, so at least she won't be so isolated as she is now.

At this time, Bing Zhixie was still in his room, reading intently.

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