Summoner of Pirate World

This night, Roy slept very soundly.

It has been many years, and I have never slept so sweetly and peacefully like this time.

Unfortunately, the dream is too short.

After waking up, there were still tears in the corners of my eyes, and it was hard to remember for a long time, and the aftertaste still lingered.

It's a pity, but after such an experience, the knot that had been accumulated in my heart for many years was finally solved.

After this, we can finally say goodbye to the past and look to the future.

After this, Roy will still be Roy, a new, purer Roy.

He opened his eyes. The roof was angled and the beams were square. They looked old but still strong and bright.

The mahogany beams are really luxurious.

This is not a hotel or the beach. Where is this place?

Roy sat up and looked around.

This is a very spacious room. From the paintings on the walls to the table decorations, from the tables, chairs, furniture to the floor, it all exudes a strong classical luxury atmosphere and is very oriental.

Next to it is a round pillar. The pillar the two of them are holding is polished so smooth that no gaps can be seen.

A golden dragon is coiled around the pillar, with its head raised high and its open mouth seeming to make a roaring sound, lifelike, as if it is flying into the sky.

On the right wall, there is a hanging painting that is as tall as a person and four or five meters long.

In the frame, there are only three colors.

In addition to the white rice paper, there is also the only color of black ink, and a red seal.

He couldn't identify which family the seal belonged to, but he thought it must be a famous person.

As for this picture, it uses different shades of black to outline a white tiger descending from the mountain.

How miraculous, black ink can actually draw a white tiger.

And so mighty and majestic.

Especially the pair of vivid eyes, no matter which angle you stand, you have a feeling of being watched.

The golden dragon ascends and the fierce tiger descends.

So majestic.

This layout is definitely not suitable for ordinary dignitaries.

Roy carefully observed the layout of the house, savoring the atmosphere of the times that had changed over time.

This is a wonderful realization.

For those who don’t understand, this is just an old thing, and can be exchanged for a few taels of silver at most.

For those who understand, what is precious is the simplicity and vicissitudes of life that have traveled through countless years and come to you.It is a feeling that can only be understood but cannot be expressed.

Roy has never studied antiques specifically, but he likes to appreciate their unique charm.

Call it arty or pretend to be reserved.

If you like it, you just like it.

There is no need to cheat, and there is no way to cheat.

"bang bang"

After calming down, the light and orderly sounds are faintly visible.

Roy's ears twitched, looking for the direction of the sound.

It was also a very familiar voice, leading him in that direction.

Go across the room, open the door, and get out.

Through the long corridor, through the garden, through one house after another.

That voice is getting clearer and clearer.

"bang bang"

The crisp sound became brighter and brighter, from vague to faint, to seeming to ring in my ears.

That sense of familiarity is becoming clearer and clearer.

Finally, we transitioned to a hall.

The imaginary image of the immortal spirit in the darkness did not appear. The white clothes were no longer white, and were stained with bright red mottles.

He was still driving the wooden stake seriously, but under his feet, on the floor, there was blood everywhere, forming a river.

Bodies were piled up all over the hall.

Some wore local costumes, and some wore non-local military uniforms.

There were corpses lying on top of each other, and their blood mixed with each other.

But he stepped on the blood and concentrated on driving the stake.

He didn't play fast, but he was very serious every time, and the concentration in his eyes moved everyone.

He is him after all.

Even in such a hellish scene, it is still like an immortal and cannot be despised.

Roy didn't speak, just watched and waited quietly.

Watching each of his blows quietly, listening quietly to the soft sound produced by each impact.

It's a treat.

Suddenly, a blow was heard.

Roy came back to his senses, still looking a little unfinished.

As for the man in white, his two "hands" were holding the wooden mannequin, with his head lowered, as if he was breathing or thinking.

He raised his head and looked at Roy, his eyes still sharp.

"You are late."

Roy nodded: "Handling some personal matters."

"finished"

"It's over."

"Do you regret?"

"No regrets."

"Got it" he asked Roy with a smile.

"Are you enlightened?" Roy asked him with a smile.

"Hahaha" the two looked at each other and smiled.

"How many times have you hit this wooden stake?"

"I don't know. I haven't counted it. Eight hundred times a day, every day. I think it must be a million."

"So many times." Roy looked surprised. When the man showed some pride, he added, "The stakes haven't been broken yet."

The man smiled, touched the wooden stake, and said, "It's only a million times, but I'm not willing to smash it to pieces."

The way he looked at the wooden pile was not like looking at a piece of wood, but like looking at an old friend, his lover, full of affection.

However, in the next second, with a groan and a crisp sound, the wooden pile completely shattered.

He stopped and stood up, pressed his palm down, took a long breath, and sighed: "After all, it has been over the years and beaten too many times. The powder here has long been shattered."

Roy: ""

He didn't dare to speak anymore, fearing that if he couldn't say a word well, it wouldn't be the wooden stake that would be broken, but Roy himself.

The man pointed around and asked: "What should I do with this situation?"

Roy said: "Human blood purgatory, banished immortals to the mortal world, extremely contrasting, extremely beautiful."

The man smiled: "You are such a pervert."

"You too."

The man shook his head, raised his head, looked in an unknown direction, and remained silent for a long time.

After a long, long time, he suddenly asked: "Do you want to learn boxing?"

"think."

"I'll teach you."

"Okay." Roy said, "But the wooden stake is broken."

He shook his head: "It's broken there, isn't this good?"

Looking again, I don’t know when the devastation had disappeared.The mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood no longer exist, and the original blood stains on the ground are as clean as if they had been washed away.

That man was still dressed in white as snow.

The wooden pile is in good condition.

Roy walked over, and the man made room for him and asked him to stand in front of the wooden stake.

"Come on, this wooden stake looks like a standing person, and the two wooden sticks on it are the human hands."

"What about the third hand down there?"

"Snapped"

"Why hit me?"

"listen well."

"Okay, what is that thing down there? It's not a hand, could it be?"

"If you talk too much, I'll break your legs."

"Well, go ahead and I'll listen."

"Kung Fu, where did I stop?"

"You said break my legs."

"it is good."

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