Pirate Forest

"Oh, since you are so optimistic about that guy whose name is that, just stand there and let me amputate your leg, so you can enjoy the scene of him being torn apart by the captain!" Devin opened his arms and raised his head and laughed.

Shijin, who was opposite him, stared at him indifferently as if he were a fool. Devin stopped his laughter very sensitively and said, "You just thought I was a fool, right?"

Shijin still looked at him indifferently, without saying a word, and Devin said, "Sure enough, you take me for a fool!"

Shi Jin would also raise his sword, with both hands in front of his chest and the sword high above his head, with the cold light shining in the sun. Finally, the German meaning of the sword was self-evident.

"You really think I'm a fool!" Devin shouted angrily.

"I've said enough today." Involuntarily, the two of them attacked at the same time. The sword and the sword were the swordsmen themselves, and they collided fiercely.

"Sure enough, I hate you, the arrogant bastard, more than that fat man!" Shi Jin's knife broke open and went straight into Shi Jin's heart. Shi Jin turned around and dodged.

Blocking Devin's attack, Shijin rubbed his knife against the blade of Devin's long knife, causing fierce sparks. As he approached Devin, he suddenly squatted down to avoid the incoming slashes, and the sword in his hand disappeared. Staying, as he stood up, the sharp blade seemed to break through the sky.

A drop of crystal-clear blood fell on the ground and shattered into countless blood filaments, as charming and short-lived as a blood flower.

Devin glanced sideways at the blood stain on his cheek. It was cold and silky. He stretched out his long tongue and licked it. The salty taste made him intoxicated.

"You're welcome, you have my blood too, right? It's very delicious, ha~" He stared greedily at the blood stains remaining on the blade of the shijin knife, laughing nervously.

"Jie Jie Jie..." He swallowed involuntarily. The smell of blood in the air was simply unbearable. Suddenly he tremblingly pulled down the white cloth on his forehead to block his eyes that were gradually turning red.

Swish!

Shijin, who was not talking nonsense and saw the right moment, pierced Devin's heart with the sword in his hand. But what he didn't expect was a flash of red light under the white cloth, and he was thrown away with the sword.

"Ah~ What a delicious taste." Shijin raised his head and saw that Devin was actually squeezing out the blood from his heart with his hands, then rolled up his long tongue and drank it all in one gulp, letting out a satisfied moan.

His face was abnormally pale, without any blush, and in Shijin's eyes, he was becoming more and more dangerous.

"Are you wondering why you didn't die even though you stabbed me in the heart?" It seemed like he wouldn't get rid of this problem even if he became a vampire.

"That's right, it's great that no one is competing with me for lines. It's great that that damn fat guy is no longer here! I hate fat guys!" He sighed, as if he had realized some philosophy of life.

"Actually, my heart is not on the left side at all, that's right! My heart is actually on the right side, so if you fail to give me a fatal blow but bleed instead, it will excite me." Devin became more and more excited as he spoke, and his speed gradually increased. got up.

"I regret it a bit. You said if you pierced my right side, would I be able to taste the blood from my heart? Hahahahaha!!!" He was laughing wildly, and the blood on his left chest was flowing. The corners of his mouth were covered in his own blood.

"So it's all your fault!" Devin burst out at a speed that exceeded the normal limit in an instant. He plunged the big knife into the ground and swung it all the way to Shijin's chest. Flying sand flew up. The tip of the long knife cut through Shijin's collarbone to his chin. Leaving a long and narrow trail of blood.

"It's not over yet, it's not over yet..." If you don't pay attention, you will become a disabled one-armed man. Unfortunately, neither of them has red hair.

The continuous attacks of the crazy and sharp long sword made Shijin unable to resist for a while and kept retreating. However, Devin became more and more excited as he fought, and the bodies of both sides were continuously scratched, exuding a strong smell of blood.

"You also bleed good quality blood!" Devin sniffed and looked excited. His eyes were obviously covered by white cloth but he could keep up with Shijin's speed or even faster.

Swish!

Finally, Shijin could no longer withstand Devin's attack. The sword was lifted high into the air, and his whole body was completely exposed to the enemy. The three- or four-meter-long sword slashed across a crescent moon along Shijin's shoulder, spurting out bright blood.

"What a waste... What a waste... I hate waste the most... Waste is shameful!" Looking at the blood flying all over the sky, he quickly stood down and raised his head, opened his big mouth, and his long tongue rotated like a propeller, trying to drink up the blood. net.

Shi Jin, who was lying on the ground, felt his head was a little heavy and his chest hurt a little. Damn that bastard, since he only had one scratch, it was so asymmetrical!

No, it’s so uncomfortable!

He was struggling to stand up, and he was still fighting to overcome this. Suddenly, he felt as if his body was pressed by something, a little hard.

"I'm starting!" Devin sat on Shijin, leaned down to press his whole body, and put his mouth to the "juice bottle mouth" to enjoy it.

The other pirates who were still chasing Tarta suddenly stopped. The two sides seemed to have reached a consensus at this moment, and their cheeks turned rosy as they watched Shijin and Devin fight fiercely.

"So romantic~"

"Oh~ It's so itchy!" His head became even more dizzy and his vision gradually became blurred.

White light filled his mind, and he curled up into a cicada. He became smaller, holding a hammer in his hand.

"Shijin must remember that blacksmithing requires quick eyesight and quick hands. What material will be hot when and how much force should be used where?" The figure in the memory will always be tall and mighty, with muscles all over the body, and a dull voice. Like a stone.

"These are the skills that a qualified blacksmith should learn. Now I hand him over to you, just like your grandfather gave it to me, and your grandfather's father gave it to him. This is what our family eats." The father grabbed it. He told him countless stories he had heard.

"I don't want to be a blacksmith all my life, I want to practice swordsmanship!" When he was young, he longed for dashing swordsmen and looked down on the boring blacksmith.

"Sword refining, that's fine. You have to work hard for three years to master the basic skills, and then I'll teach you sword refining." His father obviously didn't understand what he meant.

He said loudly again, "It's about practicing swordsmanship, becoming a swordsman, not blacksmithing, not a blacksmith. I want to become a great swordsman."

This time my father heard it, and he was stunned for a moment: "Okay, then just work hard!"

"What?" He couldn't believe that his father would agree to him so easily, because his father always said that this is what their family relies on for survival. The income is not much, but it is better than stability.

Occupations such as swordsman are considered by these stubborn people as a job of killing and killing, which is risky and can lead to loss of life if you are not careful. It is normal to be unwilling to do so.

But he actually agreed.

"But you still have to forge." The father said as expected.

"This has nothing to do with what career you choose. It's just a simple test of whether you can stick to one thing and whether it must be done. If you can't even do blacksmithing well, you won't be able to do anything else well." His father blocked him. Something to say.

"Besides, excellent swordsmen are very powerful. They can even cut stones, no, even iron. If you want to understand him, you must first understand his opponent." His father handed him a piece of iron ore.

He was extremely excited when he looked at the piece of black skin. It was as dark-skinned, taciturn, smelly and hard as his father. He felt that he could definitely cut it off and get rid of the life of a blacksmith in his family for generations.

That day he held a piece of black iron ore in his hand and thought he held his entire life.