The enemy knife Yaoer [comprehensive comics]

Because he doesn't like to talk, the dagger didn't specifically ask what the situation was like, but seeing that Dao and Taidao both looked calm, so he didn't take it to heart, and lay quietly and obediently on the ground. speak out.

The ground seems to be a little cold... It seems to be because, in fact, as a sword, he has no perception of heat and cold, but although he has no perception, the short sword knows what is cold and what is hot, as if someone used to do this Inform him.

He guessed, could this be evidence that he came from the dark sword?But because he hasn't communicated with other swords about this matter, he doesn't know whether they, who are also swords, can also sense temperature.

Time seemed to pass very fast, and it was dark in a blink of an eye.

The state of being weak all over the body is not very comfortable. Even if you don't feel the coolness, it is still very uncomfortable to lie on the hard ground for a long time. He has already begun to worry about the elderly lady's waist.

The scene in his line of sight suddenly began to become a little blurry. He thought it was because of the darkness, so he didn't pay much attention.However, after 10 minutes, he looked at the darkness in front of him and blinked slowly.

It is true that he has his eyes open, and it is indeed dark outside. However, the darkness alone is not enough to make everything he sees in darkness. He is a short knife, and he knows that although his night market ability cannot reach the peak , but it is impossible to be as bad as the current state!

Well, there is only one result.

...he was blind.

Realizing this, Dagger panicked for a moment.Historical revisionism especially advocates force and is very ruthless. It can be seen from the large number of soulless people they do not know how to create as disposable consumables.

But because of the reason for advocating force, from another perspective, they will regard swords with high levels of force as the main force. The attitude towards high-level swords is very different from that of low-level swords like him.

The main advantage of the short knife is the ability to detect and maneuver. Having lost his eyesight, he can almost imagine that when the tractor comes next time, he may not hesitate to be included in the team of the soulless who are the vanguard cannon fodder.

If he is also a soulless person, he doesn't need to feel the feeling of being cut off by the other side's sword. From this point of view, he may not be as good as a soulless person.

Thinking of this, Dagger couldn't help feeling sad.

Since he became conscious, he has been fighting and killing on the battlefield, and in his spare time, he can only confine himself to counting ants on the ground like a demented person in this dilapidated hut, without a trace of the beauty of youth.

Although he is not a human being and he doesn't even know his own name until now, he feels particularly uncomfortable when he thinks that there are only two wooden knives around him at the last moment.

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, the dagger sniffled and wept softly.

The dagger cried so much that people were defenseless, and the two vibrations of the dagger who had been used to him in the room couldn't help being stunned.

The eldest wife seemed to try her best to turn her body and move towards him, but she couldn't move half a step due to the weakness of her limbs.

Tai Dao lay quietly on the ground, he was relatively close to the short sword, and the crying sound of the short sword became louder and louder, almost to the point of being harsh, but he slightly raised his eyes to look at the child, but didn't say anything.

The eldest wife probably guessed the reason why Dagger was crying, hesitated for a moment, and gently coaxed Dagger to explain to him like a big brother, but Dagger seemed to be immersed in his deep sorrow and didn't hear anything.

The eldest wife was helpless, and when she was worrying about what to do, she found that the dagger was crying and trying to move her body.

Dagger cried and hiccupped.Even if he died, he would die by the side of the beautiful sword. He kicked his legs, arching around the ground like a caterpillar, intending to move between the two of them.

The tears had stopped, leaving dirty marks on the little face that was covered with dust.The dagger bit his lip and twitched twice, and arching his body on the ground really made him roll between the two of them.

He rubbed against the side of the sword one by one, and regardless of his usual fear of them, he directly pressed his dirty little face to the opponent's dark clothes, and rubbed back and forth.

A faint cold fragrance came from the end of the cloth, it was Tai Dao.

The short knife remembered this smell. Several times on the battlefield, when the sword held the knife and swiftly crossed him and slashed towards the other sword, it would always leave such a faint cold fragrance mixed with the strong smell of blood.

The drooping eyelashes trembled a few times, and the dagger buried his face a little deeper toward the other side, even if he couldn't see it, he could clearly feel Taidao's tense body in an instant.

The night fell without anyone in the house knowing, and Dagger leaned on the Taidao and fell asleep directly because he was tired from crying, but looking at his eyelashes trembling from time to time, he could find that he was not sleeping very peacefully.

In Choushi, through the broken paper curtain, a dazzling light suddenly appeared outside the window, directly illuminating the whole hut.At the same time, Sanshin Dao in the room opened his eyes instantly.

Here comes the tractor.

Dagger opened his eyes wide, and cried for a while. He had accepted the fate of being abandoned soon, but he didn't expect to usher in the end so soon.

There was a familiar sound of heavy footsteps outside the house, which was the unique walking sound of the leader.Suddenly, there was a very soft voice in my ear.

"Don't fight back, if you want to live."

what……?

He couldn't help but widen his eyes, his attention was attracted by the approaching footsteps, the dagger couldn't see the speaker's face, but he knew it was Taidao's voice.

Before he could ask anything, there was a loud banging sound in the room, and the door that was already crumbling was completely destroyed in an instant. Scattered wooden sticks were scattered on the ground, and a figure of a 'person' stood on it.

In fact, he doesn't really remember what happened after that, the only thing he remembers is the pain and anger engraved in his bone marrow that happened to him after that 'person' appeared.

Once every six months, the spiritual power is replenished.

They are dominated by historical revisionism.

No, to be precise, it should be from the moment he became conscious, his life was in the hands of the other party.

But if you think about it carefully, how could historical revisionism have no handle on these wandering swords, otherwise the swords would have escaped from their shackles long ago, and who would work hard for their messy goals.

It's just that the evil historical revisionists seem to have taken great pains to forcibly infuse spiritual power into their bodies in order to make these rootless swords deeply aware of their situation, and 'carelessly' put the pure spirits of the gods into their bodies. Spiritual power was mixed in, allowing them to torment the sword in the body.

They are enemy knives. If they could directly absorb the spiritual power provided by the god judges, they would have directly overturned those pills, and then swallowed those god judges provided by the gods as nutrients, and they still have to wait Did you go to various places to collect the tiny amount of polluted spiritual power when your spiritual power was exhausted?

This was the first time Dagger felt disgusted with historical revisionism. He even began to wonder if his lack of memory was caused by historical revisionism. Ordinary swords, the opponent is trying to figure out something to expend so much effort, so this matter will be left alone.

Perhaps because of ability problems, Datai and Taidao recovered their normal mobility a day earlier than Short Sword. At that time, although Short Sword regained his vision, he was still paralyzed on the ground.

The aunt held the short knife and moved him to the only clean tatami in the house, and then took the washed fruit and fed it to him.In fact, the sword does not need to eat, but the old lady still maintains the habit of human beings because of her past experience, so she unconsciously took care of him in front of the dagger that looked like a patient.

"Name, tell me."

At that time, he had already recovered one arm, pointing to the long knife at Da Tai's waist, wanting to know about Da Tai other than the breed, but at that time Da Tai just smiled and rubbed his hair but didn't know anything. explain.

What do you mean... did he say something bad?

He looked puzzled at Taidao leaning against the wall, but unexpectedly bumped into a pair of cold and dark eyes.

"..."

The dagger retracted his gaze, and sullenly tapped the tatami under his body with his fingers.

He just wanted to listen to other people's stories, maybe he would be able to remember something about himself, but that vibration knife always had an expression telling him not to talk nonsense, how would he know if he didn't say anything!

For the first time, the hatred of Taidao surpassed the love of appearance.

But not long after, I learned from the aunt that the fruits he ate during the few days when he was disabled and bedridden were all picked by Tai Dao in the woods, and unconsciously, the slightest boredom with Tai Dao disappeared without a trace .

Of course, this is something.