not bound

What is light?

Young Master Wuyan stepped on the corpse lying in the corner.

The blood-stained three-foot long sword, the tip of the sword was inserted obliquely on the wooden plank road under the feet, penetrating three points into the wood.

No one answered, because dead people don't answer.

The sky before dawn was extremely dark.

The person known as the blood-stained Shura leaned on the crumbling railing, and was kissed by the sea wind until the wooden railing was close to decay. In the brutal fighting of human beings, there were countless miserable knife marks and mottled bloodstains. From a distance, it looked like A cruel and lifeless graffiti on the whim of a vicious demon god.

Young Master Wuyan suddenly felt very tired, as if his heart had become extremely old overnight, and his whole body was exhausted.

This wasn't the first time he had killed someone, but it was the one with the most kills.

He didn't know these people, it could be said that yesterday was the first time they met, but these people rushed forward one after another and became his dead souls under the sword.

For a while during the engagement his mind went blank.Who is he, who is the person in front of him, why their weapons rushed towards him with murderous intent, why he swung his sword at each other uncontrollably, why he fought, why there was death, he couldn't figure it out clearly, and he couldn't figure it out. Time to find the answers for yourself.

When he woke up, there were already dead bodies all over the place.

After a long time, the warmth of the rising sun licked his skin, a ray of light shone into his eyes, the pupils were pricked and shrank a little, those light brown eyes finally stopped being blank, the eyeballs turned bit by bit, Looking at the sun--

Eyes full of brilliance.

A round of dazzling golden sun rises at the junction of the sea and the sky. The orange light spreads from the sea level. The gray sky is smudged with a warm and soft orange red bit by bit. Graceful golden lines are drawn on the edge of the broken clouds, overlapping with the blue sky, fluttering with the wind, gathering and dispersing from time to time.

The sea water is sparkling, and the sun is projecting towards the direction of the town, getting wider and wider, as if sprinkled with broken gold.

A small boat slowly appeared in the golden light, drifting far away from the devil sea.

Lost traveler?Or a top sailor?

Fortunately, I didn't go this way, and fortunately, I found the direction to go back, otherwise I would be scared to see this hellish town.

The shadows of the boat in the distance and the shadows of the nearby reefs are dark and dotted in the waves. For a while, the waves seem to have life, undulating and flickering, light and shadow overlapping, full of vitality.

Behold, this is the light.

The fishy wind came from the sea, passed through the corridor of the town, and wrapped him up.

The sea breeze brought salty heat, and something seemed to come alive in the wet body along with the warmth.

Young Master Wuyan lowered his head and took off the iconic frost-colored mask. The mask was already stained with blood, and a long crack appeared.

He was very young, and his fair and clear face became paler due to blood loss, but he revealed a calm and cold face that did not match his age.

"Listen, as long as I'm still alive, I will subvert your hypocritical light, even if it's dark, night, permanent, and permanent."

He is like a mighty general.

Dozens of corpses crawling under his feet were his enemies.

The filthy blood that runs through the town is the result of his battle.

Even though no one can hear his voice at this moment, even though he is so weak that he can only lean against the wooden fence that may collapse in the next moment.

But in the end, it was still a word for word, like a metal stone colliding, sonorous, forceful, and resounding.

The author has something to say:

Remember this plot, although there are few words, but there are surprises hidden deep~~

Young Master Wuyan: The number of words on the stage is so small, the second grader smiled indifferently.

Dark Cloud - Banshee