The day I was forced to be a detective pendant

"What? Drum skin?" I was taken aback when I heard this, but Xiang Wuzheng's second drumstick had already landed brazenly.

"Boom!"

The yellow drum skin is like a desert with a hurricane, and the sand dunes are rolling in with an undeniable momentum. Unfortunately, there is no place to rely on. I can only be bounced high and fall again.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The sound of the drum was thunderous, not only the sound of Xiang Wuzheng hitting the drum surface, but also the sound of aftershocks when Bian Yao and I fell on it. It all bounced off my fragile eardrums and I felt like my brain was going to explode.

"Bian Yao, Bian Yao!" My voice was particularly weak amid the superimposition of the drums, as if I was trying to call a friend in a nightclub bombarded by heavy bass——I stretched out my hand to Bian Yao, but I couldn't reach him at all.

I lay on my knees and elbows, lying on the drum skin like a gecko, using my hands and feet together to try to get closer to Bian Yao, but the drumbeat changed again—the dense sound waves like a snare drum curled up layer by layer. Wave after wave, the sound actually has an entity in this way.

The sound wave wall was agitating my eardrums and cheeks, and my vision and hearing decreased, and I vaguely saw that Bian Yao was separated further away.

I don’t know if anyone else had this experience when they were young—other children on the trampoline jumped up and reached resonance, but you fell, and since then you can’t get up again, you can only fall back and forth on the trampoline , was stepped on by the children's feet.

what should I do?

Bian Yao always taught me to keep my eyes on the enemy, so I put my eyes back on Xiang Wuzheng. I looked at the two drumsticks in his hand and thought to no avail—if that accident hadn’t happened before, then he The one holding both hands now should be the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors.

Both use two-handed weapons, so he should be much better than me. After all, Bian Yao's swordsmanship is so good, as Xiang Wuzheng who trained with him since he was a child, he must be very good.

Especially compared to me, who has no attributes, no swordsmanship and no understanding of anything... It suddenly occurred to me that when I first met Bian Yao, he hated me to death.

Even though I still hate it...

"Don't listen! Don't listen!" Bian Yao's shout was hazy, but it still reached my ears.

Don't listen?How to do?I covered my ears with my hands in vain, but it was useless—the sound of drums echoed in the spiritual realm, attacking me mercilessly from all directions.The flesh and blood I stepped on the drum betrayed me, and my bones sent the trembling sound into my brain for the enemy.

Where is Bian Yao? Where is Bian Yao?I endured the headache and nausea and congested brain caused by rolling up and down, looking around.

"No matter what you are thinking, don't listen to the voice in your head!" Bian Yao shouted.

I saw it - Bian Yao was not far away from me, so he was bounced less than five meters away.He seemed to have given up his intention to forcefully stand up, and instead retracted his limbs and huddled himself together to reduce the range of his being attacked by the sound waves.Bian Yao frowned, apparently feeling very uncomfortable, but at the same time controlled the balance of his body, and patiently searched for the vibration frequency of the drum head.After I saw him, I followed his example and hugged my knees, feeling like a weak, pitiful and helpless ball.

Xiang Wuzheng also noticed Bian Yao, and said, "Take care of yourself!"

He raised his right foot high and stomped it down, a transparent sound wave rose from the ground, rushing towards us like a tsunami.

"Now!"

Bian Yao's cry brought me back to my senses, and I turned my gaze away, only to see that he took advantage of the moment when the drum beat was interrupted, and rolled forward to my side in an instant.I watched his movements blankly, but subconsciously stretched out my hand—Bian Yao's palm was cold, but with unquestionable and unhesitating strength, he pulled me towards his arms.

Like a dog welcoming its master back from the battlefield, I put my hands on his shoulders, and Bian Yao put his arms around my waist and lifted me up.

"Get up!" He only said such a simple word, but I miraculously knew how I should cooperate with him——I stretched out my legs, bent my knees slightly, and suddenly stood firm.

The next moment, the familiar feeling and weight fell into the palm of my hand. Strange to say, the countless bewilderment and self-doubt that surged up in my heart in just a few minutes just now seemed to be dispelled by this weight at once.At this moment, I suddenly understood the true meaning of a spirit contract partner—it is not as simple as a weapon or a person who uses a weapon.A weapon without a body is useless, and a body without a weapon is helpless. Both sides are support and strength for each other, and one cannot fight alone—the existence of the other is indispensable.

That's right, I thought to myself, no matter how powerful Bian Yao is, he can't turn into a golden dragon scissors and cut everything without a spiritual contract. I am not a meaningless existence.

I tightly held the familiar black gold with both hands, the cold touch calmed my mind, I turned the tip of the sword downward, and stabbed hard at the drum skin under my feet.

The drumhead in the real world is just a thin layer of animal skin covering the drum surface, but this is not the case under the feet.The sharp golden scissors had almost nothing to cut continuously, but this time it seemed to be stuck into a rock, and it was stuck tightly, as if the undulating soft touch was all an illusion.

But I didn't feel discouraged because of this, the inflated determination and will went through my brain, I roared, pouring the weight and strength of my whole body into the golden dragon scissors.I vaguely recalled the first time I picked up this sword, which was too heavy for me at that time, I slashed on the enemy and even bounced the knife.But at this moment, I don't have such doubts, because I already know that it is not a sword, but Bian Yao.

I trust Bian Yao.

The golden dragon scissors burst out a bright sword light, the light was sharp and warm, spilling over my fingers, illuminating the air in a radius of two meters.The golden jiao scissors were inserted into the drum skin to a depth of half a meter, and the vibration of the drum surface stopped suddenly.

Immediately, I pulled out the Golden Dragon Scissors and waved my hand, cutting open the sound wave wall that was cutting diagonally, and the air flow immediately turned into fragments of light mist and exploded all over the ground.

The shiny crumbs were scattered freely, behind which was Xiang Wuzheng's expressionless gaze.At this time, I belatedly remembered that he said before that his ability includes influencing people's love, hate and preferences. I don't know if it has something to do with this drum sound that makes people have headaches and tinnitus.

Bian Yao's voice had a soothing effect, and it sounded in my head: "Yes, headache and tinnitus are only superficial side effects. Some seeds of doubt. Whenever there is a negative crack in your emotions, he can use his speech ability to expand that negative point infinitely."

After listening to this, I took a deep breath, and my mind cleared up a lot in an instant. I looked at the other side with full vigilance—now that I know, I won't be fooled again.

Xiang Wuzheng didn't continue to move quickly, maybe he saw that I had seen through his strategy, but instead stared straight at the golden scissors in my hand.I raised my hand, shook it, and said, "I heard that you didn't form a spiritual bond when you practiced as partners. Have you ever seen the golden dragon cutout with your own eyes? Does it look good?"

Xiang Wuzheng looked at me gravely: "With such a broken mouth, has no one ever found you annoying?"

I smiled and said, "Don't you know that this is my speech skill? Are you afraid of flirting attacks?"

Xiang Wuzheng didn't want to talk nonsense with me anymore, Drumstick held a flower in his hand: "Then let me see what you are capable of."

I also shook off the golden scissors, and said to Bian Yao in my heart: "Did this guy have any embarrassing things when he was young, tell me to stimulate him."

"Don't think about what you have and what you don't have. Concentrate on it and be careful not to be beaten into a pig's head."

Xiang Wuzheng didn't rush over, instead, like a villain in a movie, he kept his eyes on me and walked forward step by step.I was quickly thinking about how to deal with it, but I didn't know that he kicked his foot immediately, his figure swayed, and disappeared on the spot.

Almost instantly, the hairs on my cheeks stood on end due to the inexplicable breeze, and I raised my hand subconsciously to block it, only to hear a crisp "ding", and my wrist was almost broken.

Xiang Wuzheng's face was magnified in front of my eyes, and I almost didn't come up in one breath - if it wasn't for my conditioned reflex, let alone a pig's head, it would be no wonder if his stick didn't knock me into a concussion!

Xiang Wuzheng lifted my sword violently, opened my arms, and then kicked my stomach mercilessly, kicking me out.

"left!"

I fell so dizzy that I couldn't see anything clearly, but since Bian Yao said so, I quickly rolled to the right, avoiding the heavy hammer that hit there.

I rolled around on the spot and stood up before the pain of this foot was transmitted to my brain. I bit my cheek, not showing the slightest pain.

"Bian Yao? Stop engaging in teaching tasks, and tell me how to beat him."

Bian Yao remained silent.

"Bian Yao, are you still there?"

"I'm here," Bian Yao said, "I'm just thinking, with the current you, how can you beat him."

"..." His tone was too serious, and I didn't know what to say.I said helplessly, "Is this good for my confidence?"

While talking, Xiang Wuzheng has already attacked again, his movements are too fast, I have to concentrate on observing the movement of every strand of his hair, so that I can barely see his moves clearly.

But being able to see is not the same as being able to receive.

What's more, with every drumstick in Xiang Wuzheng's hand, the sound stimulated my temples like needles, and the blood in my whole body seemed to be boiling, wanting to rush out of my pores and spray out.

In less than ten rounds, I was beaten by Xiang Wuzheng until my nose was bruised and my face was swollen, and I lay face down on the ground.

"Aww!" I was about to get up, but he stepped on my back, and I suddenly lost my breath.

This is simply complete, absolute suppression.I suddenly realized that although I followed Bian Yao to do a lot of tasks, big and small, but after thinking about it carefully, the enemies I faced were not that difficult.I don’t know the difficulty of the task he entrusted before the battle of Gao Fan, but after that, there are almost no dangerous enemies——unprepared ordinary people, crazy wild dogs, autistic teenagers who don’t know how to resist...

Gao Fan... the moment this name came to my mind, I suddenly had a vague guess—maybe it was because I was injured after the first confrontation with Gao Fan, so Bian Yao deliberately screened the less dangerous ones afterwards. task?

No matter what, this is not the time to explore, after all, this is the first time I have faced a battle with a fellow capable person.

I secretly separated the golden jiao scissors and held them backwards, wanting to hit him back while Xiang Wuzheng was not paying attention, but his next kick stepped on my wrist.

"Ahhh!" I screamed.

However, is this the reality of fighting against capable people?I couldn't even stand up, and I had such a headache that I couldn't even think, let alone fight back.

Xiang Wuzheng was stepping on the back of my hand with increasing force, and the hard soles of his boots even kicked it out viciously, but I just held on to the golden dragon cut and refused to let go.

He squatted down, and said in a rather unbeatable tone: "That's it? You are nothing special."

The corners of my mouth twitched in pain, but I still insisted: "Otherwise?"

Xiang Wuzheng said in a low voice: "It's just a dead monkey who was lucky enough to get the golden dragon cut..."

"Not lucky..." I gritted my teeth.

"What did you say?"

"I didn't get the golden scissors by luck, but you gave it up first. Go to hell!" I straightened up, and hit Xiang Wuzheng's forehead with a hammer, making a "bang" " with a loud bang.The physical headache relieved some of the neuralgia caused by the sound of the drum, Xiang Wuzheng covered his forehead and backed away again and again, I was finally able to catch my breath.

He raised his face, his forehead was flushed, looked at me gloomyly and said: "One and two are so disobedient, I don't want to hurt you, promise me to stop here, don't bother with the organization in the future, I will let you go Walk."

"Haven't you hurt me yet? My ribs are going to be broken by your kick!" I said angrily.

But Bian Yao said, "Ask him what organization he is in."

"What organization are you asking?" I said angrily.

Xiang Wuzheng closed his mouth, remained silent for a few seconds and then said: "Bian Yao, do you want to see your little partner die?"

Bian Yao fell silent again in his mind—this guy talks too much during battles, like a game teaching reminder that can’t be turned off, but today he is abnormally silent, I guess he really thinks that I have nothing to do with the prime minister Zheng has no chance of winning.

Although I think so too.

But rational cognition is one thing. In the face of this guy, I somehow don't want to admit defeat easily.

I shook off the golden dragon scissors and put on a fighting stance again, Xiang Wuzheng sneered: "It's extremely stupid, I don't know what to do."

After that, Xiang Wuzheng opened his hands and held them by his sides, a cloud of gray-black smoke lingered around his shoulders, and the smoke was drawn into a long and thin ribbon, swimming along his arms all the way to where he was holding the drumstick. hand.The front end of the smoke turned into the shape of a dragon head, and it dissipated as soon as it bit the drum stick, as if the whole cloud of smoke had melted in, and the dragon's pattern on the drum stick was faintly visible.

The buzzing in my temples and the rush of blood came back, my heart was beating hard and fast, as if it was going to burst out of my chest cavity, and my hands and feet were shaking uncontrollably.

"Let's go," Bian Yao probably sensed something was wrong with me, and said, "Leave, don't love to fight, let's talk when we go back."

But it was too late.

Xiang Wuzheng raised his hands high, and then the two drumsticks fell to the ground at the same time, and a loud noise that shook the sky and the earth shook the entire spiritual realm.

The dew and morning glow that did not exist on the drum surface all rose up, and I was thrown high into the air.In the state of weightlessness, Xiang Wuzheng had already flew in front of me, and hit my arm with one blow. The pain made me have to open my hand—the golden jiao scissors fell.

"No!! Ahhh——"

Bian Yao's voice suddenly stopped in his head, and before I was about to smash back on the drum, Xiang Wuzheng had already landed first, turned his waist and spun half a circle on the spot, and kicked me hard with a sweeping leg.

This is definitely a broken bone, I thought.

There was a fishy smell in my throat, I propped up my upper body while coughing, and when I looked up, I saw Xiang Wuzheng bent down, going to pick up the golden scissors.

No!

"Don't move..." As soon as I uttered two words, my ribs felt a sharp pain, and Xiang Wuzheng's movement of bending over froze for a moment, distracting my eyes at most, and then continued to reach out to Jin Jiaojian.

No, you are not allowed to touch him.

I opened my mouth, but I couldn't make a sound; I raised my legs, but I couldn't take half a step.The blood vessels on my arms, neck and forehead were swollen hot, and I saw a slender but tough white silk thread between my heart and the fallen golden scissors.

That is our spiritual contract, a spiritual contract that even Bian Yao himself can't break.

The moment Xiang Wuzheng's fingertips were about to touch the golden dragon scissors, a dazzling glare suddenly burst out from the blade of the sword. He was burned by the golden light, and he withdrew his hand in shock, turning his head to look unconsciously—— The human boy, who should have been deprived of mobility, tried his best to kneel. He raised his neck high, his expression painful, but there was no roar from his wide open mouth, but a clear whistle.

There are no more dragons in this world, only the weak dragon power is left in the blood of very few people.

But how to explain the scene in front of him at this moment?

Just one head has already filled the space of the entire spiritual realm—the one that looms over the thin body of the human boy, with its antler-horse face and golden scales and long beard, is the soul of a real dragon.