Courageous

Sean stood on the spot, maintaining a tilted head posture.

Vincent obviously wanted to encourage him to get the key. Seeing that he was just following the direction his finger was pointing, but not moving, he looked at Sean, and then stared straight at the key hanging on the wall. .

Sean could see he was in a hurry.

"I mean, please give me that key."

Probably because he was really forced into a hurry, Vincent changed the name of Sean again.

His eyes were eager, and pleading: "Please."

This is not something Vincent can do.

Sean moved his head, and under Vincent's hopeful eyes, he tilted his skull to the other side and looked at Vincent.

"Oh, my God, don't you really understand?" Vincent gripped the iron bars with both hands, staring at Xiao En's eyes that were twinkling with will-o'-the-wisps again, and continued, "That's it, take that key, "His hands loosened the iron bars: "Take it here."

He demonstrates with his own body.

It's a pity Sean didn't seem to understand him and just looked at him.

This really made Vincent confused.

He put down his hands in frustration, his shoulders slumped, and he sat on the ground with no image.

This is really not like Vincent.

Or is it not Vincent at all?

Seeing Vincent sitting on the ground looking up at him, then lowering his head weakly, Xiao En thought for a while, and moved his beautiful skeleton.

He takes the first step.

This noise immediately made Vincent look up at him.

Sean straightened his head and didn't make too many expressions. That's right, he couldn't make any other expressions except grinning. He walked towards Vincent step by step.

The shadow grows longer.

It hit Wen Sen on the face, but it couldn't hide the brilliance of his eyes.

It's a pity that he is wearing light armor now. If it were a black cloak, Xiao En felt that he must be a god of death.

It's a good job.

Sean thought wildly.

Vincent's eyes obviously regained their brilliance again, and he tried to talk to Sean with his most friendly side: "Hey, can you understand what I'm saying? You look so handsome."

He stood up again: "Can you do me a favor?"

He said, "Go get that key!"

Sean denies that he is laughing.

That's rare, isn't it?

But he finally stopped three steps away from the iron prison, and then just stared at Wen Sen, unmoved.

During this period of time, Sean has perfected such skills. You must know that in such a dark cave, the only thing Sean can do is to be in a daze.

However, this Vincent obviously couldn't stand Sean's direct gaze, except for the occasional flickering of the will-o'-the-wisps, he seemed to have no emotion. He looked at Sean, and then looked at the key unwillingly.

He chose to turn his head away.

Perhaps he already understood the fact that skeleton soldiers have no wisdom.

Out of sight is pure.

It looked really pitiful.

Xiao En thought, and then he suddenly raised his hand, the hand that had been holding the sickle. He held the sickle and tapped the iron prison with the blade.

The iron prison made a crisp sound.

Vincent turned around.

Sean tilted his neck again, as if wondering what Vincent was doing.

Although this expression looks cute no matter how you look at it, if there is such a word as cute in this world.

Vincent just looked at Xiao En like this, and he suddenly sighed: "Well, seeing that you still look like a human being, even if you don't have wisdom, I won't dislike you."

The will-o'-the-wisps in Sean's eyes flickered.

How does this way of speaking feel like an immature child.

Vincent was not afraid of Xiao En's sickle, he approached the edge of the iron prison again, holding the iron prison in his hand: "Hey, do you know?"

Sean didn't speak, not even a slight change in his expression.

But he was listening.

"Do you know what it's like to be bored?"

Sean thought, why didn't he know that since he came to this world, his life has only been boring.

What a superficial question.

"Forget it, you don't understand." Vincent continued to babble, but the expression on that face could be said to be cute: "Then let me tell you a story, little skull, you know my mother likes to go to bed at night. Tell me a story."

I don't need a mother like you, and I don't need a story before bed.

Sean thought about it, but he hadn't communicated with anyone for so many days, and the Vincent in front of him still had a secret for him to explore, so he stood still and listened to this Vincent's complaints.

"Do you know?" He asked Sean repeatedly, knowing that it was impossible to get an answer from Sean, he still asked: "Do you know?"

Vincent said: "There is a person, he has been like this since he was 16 years old. He only comes out at night, and when he comes out, he is trapped in a cage and has never communicated with others."

"Never." Vincent said, his eyes gradually turning red: "Never met anyone."

Sean looked at him in silence, how could he not know that what Vincent was talking about was himself.

But before Sean could digest his rare sympathy, Vincent, who was holding the iron bars of the iron prison, suddenly stuck his head out from the gap in the iron prison, and he kept hitting the iron prison, roaring loudly Saying: "Never!!!"

His expression was distorted: "Did you know?!"

The crazy hatred in those eyes made Sean stunned.

However, Sean came back to his senses in the next second. Just when Vincent wanted to hold the blade of his scythe with his bare hands, he retracted his hand, making Vincent's hand and his scythe a second away. Staggered.

Just for a moment.

Vincent reached out to lift the blade of the sickle, and he grabbed the iron railing with one hand, praying to Sean, with a little cry: "I really want to get out."

"I really want to," he said.

"I really want to."

Vincent kept repeating: "I really want to."

Sean continued to remain silent.

It's not that he doesn't sympathize with this Vincent, but he still can't do things he's not sure about.

This world is too strange and dangerous for him.

Vincent didn't give up, he tried his best to get the sickle.

Sean took a step back, wanting Jue Wensen's hope.

However, this action of his obviously brightened Vincent's eyes, and suddenly brought some clarity: "You have a little wisdom, right?" He said, "Otherwise, how would you hide."

He looked at Sean, and his tone became more pleading: "Please," he said, "If you can really understand, help me get that key, okay?"

Sean remained silent.

Vincent continued to look at him.

The will-o'-the-wisp flickered in Sean's eyes, and then he turned and walked towards the keys.

Vincent immediately showed a grateful smile.

But it didn't last long. Although Sean walked towards the key, he just walked up to the key and looked at it, then turned around and looked at Vincent.

Vincent yelled at him from inside his prison: "Hey, the key! The key!"

"Pick it up! Pick it up!"

Sean pretended he didn't hear it, and turned around again. This time he was not walking towards the prison, but towards the door.

No matter how Vincent yelled behind him, Sean walked to the door and closed the door.

His skinny and beautiful shadow disappeared into the room again.

After looking at the wooden door, Sean held his scythe, and looked at the stairs that continued to go up, but in the end, Sean still went down and went back.

He walked back and closed the cave door again.

He has to strengthen himself.

As for why he didn't help this Wensen, the most important thing was that he was familiar with Wensen during the day, at least there was no danger of murdering him, while this one at night seemed to really want and need help...

But I'm sorry, Sean really didn't see anything in the few moments of contact.

The long-lost compassion may have been shaken, but Sean still chose to be on the safe side.

He didn't know how he would face the one in the daytime if this Vincent was released. It could be said that he could be regarded as the Vincent who controlled his life and death.

Just let it all act like nothing happened.

Sean thought, at least this Vincent didn't know what kind of life Vincent lived during the day, otherwise, how could Vincent, who only appeared at night, not know that the key hanging there was a fake.

Ignoring the yelling that was still lingering in his ears, Sean mentally closed his eyes.

He didn't want to hang on to the fact that he wouldn't show up tomorrow, but would show up one day.

Dark elements gradually enveloped his side.

Time passed unknowingly.

When Sean left that mysterious state and opened his eyes again, Vincent was already sitting where he would normally sit. He just happened to turn the next page, and the will-o'-the-wisp in Sean's eyes The sound of the burning becoming louder in an instant made him look over.

"Are you awake?" Vincent asked him, putting down the cowhide book in his hand.

Sean snorted.

Sean noticed that there was a bruise on Vincent's head. He didn't know what that Vincent did after he left, so he continued to keep silent and looked at Vincent.

"Postpone the actual combat." Vincent said, with a rare look of fatigue between his brows: "I'll measure the stability of the soul with you later."

This is really surprising. You must know that Vincent has never cared about his progress. He learned everything by himself, or asked him actively.

But it's not a bad change.

It's time for him to measure, too, so he can get to know himself a little better.

You must know that he has been jealous of the skill of removing bones and putting them back together for a long time.

Originally, this kind of thing is actually something that can be done by a first-tier unit, but he just can't, because he has an extra soul, so although the hardness of the bone has increased, the soul has not kept up, and he has been unable to step into it for a long time. level one.

If the strength of the soul is enough, then he can also advance.

This is his real first step.

Lord, his target.

Go with the flow, but also against the wind.