Volume 2 Hello, Xia Mi Chapter 132: Water Color and Sky Light (Part 3)
"Don't worry, it will only take a moment, relax." Xiyue whispered softly, her long, slightly curled hair scattered like clouds, like a seductive female ghost in a fairy tale. The tip of her teeth slowly pierced into Lu Mingfei's neck. It didn't hurt, and there was even a slight tingling and comfortable feeling, as if she was sitting in a massage chair.
There seemed to be a unique magic in her voice that could override the will of the victim. Lu Mingfei knew very well that she was already in prison and it would be best to stay away from this weird hybrid like a vampire. But Xiyue's words surpassed her clear will, and her body could not help but follow her orders, gradually relaxing and opening her arms to hug Xiyue's arms, as if to cater to her. The aphrodisiacs in fantasy novels that hit the target with one shot were not as powerful as this simple sentence.
There was no doubt that it was some kind of spiritual word. As the golden color in Xiyue's pupils became brighter and brighter, the power of the spiritual word was amplified exponentially. There was a reason why her voice was so beautiful. From the very beginning, every word she uttered was accompanied by that kind of charming power.
The Siren's Song.
In ancient Greek mythology, there is a sea monster called Siren, whose upper body is that of a beautiful girl, but whose lower body is that of an eagle. She flies over the sea, wanders between islands and reefs, and uses her heavenly voice to make passing sailors lose their minds and forget themselves. When a sailboat deviates from its course and hits a reef, the people on the boat are still intoxicated by the most beautiful song in the world.
Other word spirits may only release powerful forces through dragon characters, but the Siren's song itself is a word spirit. Xiyue is already driving the word spirit unnoticed just by speaking, easily overriding the victim's mental will. The longer the contact time with her, the more it will be eroded.
All the lights in the opera house suddenly went out. A strong wind blew up suddenly from nowhere. The world was instantly shrouded in darkness. The guests stopped dancing and looked back, trying to figure out what was happening. The ancient holy words echoed in the empty theater. It was a language that no one had ever heard before. It was like the lurking of snakes and the roar of lions, and it was more like a monster lurking beside them, revealing its pale and ferocious fangs.
Along with the strange movement, a pair of golden eyes slowly opened in the darkness, and everyone who met those eyes involuntarily stepped back and raised their arms to block their gaze. It was not because of the strong light in the darkness, but because those eyes seemed to hide some ferocious beast. The moment they saw it, a roar like a raging wave sounded in their minds, as if a sharp claw was about to twist open their skulls, piercing their hearts with pain.
And there was more than one pair of such eyes. As if to echo the former, another pair of golden pupils opened in the completely opposite direction, like a poisonous snake coming out of a dark nest. People had nowhere to escape. No matter where they looked, their spirits would suffer severe damage unless they closed their eyes.
Fear spread like a plague, passing through everyone 's heart. In the darkness, no one knew what that thing was, but at least it was definitely not a normal person. Humans would not have such a beast-like look.
The first person who couldn't hold on was a timid girl. She kicked off her high heels and screamed, running towards the wall in her memory. This scream ignited everyone's fear, and the crowd became chaotic. People were running everywhere. They used their mobile phones, lighters, and even reflective accessories to illuminate the road under their feet to find the exit.
At this moment, a bright light suddenly lit up, as dazzling as an angel descending. A young man stood in the exit corridor, holding up the burning bench leg in his hand and shouting.
"Here! Go from here!"
Everyone looked at him with gratitude, and some even glanced at him a few more times when passing by, wanting to remember the appearance of this savior in their hearts.
I have to say that God has a very special taste. Although his face covered by a mask reveals a kind of lazy handsomeness, especially the small mustache, but his height of more than 1.8 meters makes him stand out among the angels. If he were to wear the angel's small wings, they would probably burst.
A tall girl did not forget to stand on tiptoe and kiss him when she came out of the corridor. This gesture of goodwill instantly made the German man Finkel a little dizzy, and he completely forgot that the thing he was holding was about to burn his hand.
Xiyue coldly watched the crowd disperse, she didn't care. For her, only one person was needed every time she went foraging. Her power allowed her to easily find the most suitable hybrid in the audience. If there was none, she would have to settle for the second best and choose the most beautiful one among ordinary people.
But today she suddenly realized that she had made a small mistake. Although Lu Mingfei's bloodline exuded a mouth-watering aroma, she was not the only one who had top-notch delicacies in the venue. It felt like you had encountered a top-notch state banquet with delicious food, and you forgot about the braised lion's head that you were used to.
Xia Mi took out her cell phone from her pocket and turned it on to flashlight mode. The cold light illuminated her face.
"It turned out to be you." The moment she saw clearly who it was, Xiyue smiled faintly. She was neither happy nor sad. She just felt a little bit sad that she had a rare opportunity to meet an old friend whom she hadn't seen for many years.
Xia Mi did not answer her. Her long hair was flying like clouds, and a fierce gale was sweeping towards Xiyue from all directions.
The Eye of the Wind King is not a word spirit that can be used directly to attack, because its direction is difficult to control and it only manipulates the airflow, but it is very useful if you want to use it to attack a wave of AOE. Xia Mi used wind to attack Xiyue, intending to blow her and Lu Mingfei away together and force them to separate.
But at this time, someone used violence to tear apart the wind that was supposed to be formed! It turned out to be Fingel. A brave gentleman took over his task as the fire bearer, so this loser, contrary to his usual behavior, dared to rush back to save his beloved junior sister. Although there may be some considerations in it, considering that the S-level is the reason why his recent scandal creates income... But it is a good thing after all!
In the dim light, Xia Mi saw that Finger's suit was very full, like Popeye eating spinach. Although he was already very burly in a suit, his body seemed to be bigger than usual. He was actually spinning like the wind while holding the bench with his bare hands, which was a bit like the storyteller grabbing the enemy with both hands and tearing him apart with his bare hands.
Word Spirit·Bronze Throne, to put it simply, this word spirit is like a bull charm, which can greatly increase muscle strength. With Finkel's current level, he can basically lift a car as a weapon with his bare hands like Superman. But that will put a huge pressure on the bones, because the bones are still human in nature, but the muscles have become stronger, and they will still collapse under too much pressure.
"Be careful not to hit Senior Sister!" Xia Mi had to remind loudly.
"Don't worry, she is my cash cow! I rely on her to pay off my debts, how could I bear to hurt her!" Finkel tucked the bench under his armpit, turned into a lance and rushed straight towards Xiyue.
The problem would be easy if there was someone playing as a forward. The Eye of the Wind King once again summoned the strong wind to help and appeared behind Finkel, using the wind to help him run. In the small opera house, Finkel ran like a warhorse. With this force, Xiyue could be pushed out of the opera house.
"Now that you are meeting the king, why don't you bow?!" Xiyue's cold anger echoed in the opera house, her golden dragon pupils were fully opened without reservation. She was worthy of being a girl who dared to show off herself in a red dress in a place like this, because she was supposed to be Her Majesty the Red Dragon Queen. Facing the rudeness of a mere inferior half-blood, she didn't even need to do it herself.
Finkel's charge was stopped abruptly, and an irresistible will arose in his mind. The surging dragon power enveloped the shadow of his heart. Although he knew that it was the enemy, his knees could not help but tremble. He wanted to obey Xiyue's order and kneel down to worship the girl who claimed to be the king.
"Plug your ears! Don't listen to her nonsense!" Xia Mi reminded loudly. She covered her ears the moment Xiyue spoke. Although the sound could not be completely blocked, the Eye of the Wind King would interfere with the spread of Xiyue's voice and weaken the power of the Siren's Song. "She can use the Siren's Song, but it's just sound after all. It can't kill people!"
Finkel resisted the powerful mental suppression, bit the corner of his suit fiercely, tore some cotton wool from the lining, and slapped it into his ears. The moment the sound weakened, the pain and struggle in his mind also weakened a lot.
"A woman who can fight just by talking? No wonder it's as easy as playing to pick up girls. She can get them with just a few words. I also want to have such a good ability!" It was really not the time to praise the enemy, but Finkel was indeed a little tempted by this word spirit.
"I can smell a lot of hybrids outside." Xiyue took a deep breath and smiled, "Are you setting up a trap to catch me? It seems that you have overestimated yourselves."
"You're just relying on your smooth talk. Do you think you can get away with it?" Finkel's face was full of ferocity, as if he was the chief lackey of the executive department, responsible for taking the lead.
"Who talked to you? You are so self-indulgent. Give me a slap in the face ." Xiyue said lightly.
Finkel watched helplessly as his right hand rose up disobediently... Even though her power was weakened, Xiyue's words still spread fatal temptation all the time, forcing people to submit to her.
A fierce and loud slap on his own face made Finkel see stars. He felt as if he had turned into Eunuch Fen in the Qing Palace in an instant, and the princess in front of him could make him slap himself in the face until he died at any time if she wanted.
It's so frustrating... Even if you have infinite power, you can't even get close to her. How can you tear the little princess's skirt like a hungry wolf, pinch her face, and watch her admit defeat and bite her lips as if she is about to cry?
The pervert is furious! The reasonable plot has been cut out, and the popular female ghosts are no longer seen!
At this moment, another slap suddenly sounded! Finkel looked up and saw Xiyue moaning, her red skirt spinning, and she took several steps back and almost fell down.
"I'm returning this blow to you on behalf of my senior brother." Lu Mingfei raised her wrist with a smug look on her face. Although the force of that blow just now was a bit too great and her palm was hurting terribly, she still had to pretend to be so arrogant after the counterattack.
"You can actually get rid of my control..." Xiyue pressed her burning cheek, narrowed her eyes slightly, and her expression was like a beautiful snake that was dissatisfied with the current situation and would attack again at any time, "Your bloodline now seems to be higher than I thought ."
"Although I don't think I'm special... I am indeed the only S-level student in Kassel." Lu Mingfei nodded and smiled, "Okay, Miss Xiyue, you should surrender. We have set up a trap outside, and you can't escape."
"Don't be too confident, beautiful girl. You don't know what kind of opponent you are facing yet." Xiyue put her hands behind her back, crossed her legs and bent her knees slightly, making a classic farewell gesture. "But I like the way you are now, so I will play with you for a while."
With her slender fingertips gently pressing on her chest, Xiyue was like a peerless singer standing on the stage, softly singing a beautiful ballad. With the blessing of the Siren Song, even though she used the most ancient dragon script, her chanting sounded as clear as a high-quality CD, making people want to sit down and order a glass of Fiery Red Heart, watching the dragon singer dedicate a song for them.
"It would be great if you were really my friend..." Lu Mingfei sighed, reached behind her back and unzipped half of her wedding dress, then took out a knife that had been waiting for a long time from behind the herringbone line that had been pressed against her spine.
For girls from Kassel, there are three places to hide weapons: under the skirt, on the back of the long skirt, or in the underwear. With such a wide skirt, the bottom of the skirt is obviously not suitable, and there is no underwear at all. The only thing left is the back that is close to the long skirt after putting it on. That's why Lu Mingfei has such straight curves, because there is always something behind her. This is the knife hiding skill she has practiced in the past six months, which can also improve her temperament. She has suffered a lot for this.
The blade is as cold as water, transparent and colorless. It is a sharp blade about the same length as a dagger, but its shape is more like an ancient sword, with a clear hilt and sword head. The symbol of a dragon soaring into the sky is engraved on the sword.
At first glance, you might think it is a weapon made of glass, but its hardness is actually comparable to that of metal, because Samson used some of Norton's alchemical techniques to make an alchemical weapon specifically for Lu Mingfei, and gave it a rather poetic name, called Floating Light.
At first, Lu Mingfei was inspired by the Murasame in Chu Zihang's hand. Coupled with the suppressed middle school syndrome for many years, she always said that she wanted to get a long sword to pair with her senior brother, just like the famous Gan Jiang and Moye!
Think of the sword and the light and shadow crisscrossing like a net. She, Lu Mingfei, and Chu Zihang fought side by side back to back and took a deep breath. They were surrounded by deadpools all around. Chu Zihang shook his head and said, "I'm afraid we'll die here. Junior sister, you go first! Bring the news back to Cassel and avenge me!" Lu Mingfei yelled, "No, we'll die together! I want to be buried with you, senior brother!" Chu Zihang showed a helpless and doting smile, and said, "Okay, then today, only you and I will go to the underworld together!" The two then exploded together, broke through the siege, and finally collapsed on the green grass stained with blood, looking at each other and laughing, celebrating their escape.
Just thinking about this picture makes me feel emotional!
After listening to Lu Mingfei's description, Samsun rolled his eyes and said, "Girl, can you stop being so immature?" First of all, have you considered where to hide such a long thing? Lu Mingfei said that when his senior brother led Murasame, he carried a long racket bag to hide his knife every day. If he could do it, why couldn't I? Samsun sighed and shook his head and said, "How tall is your senior brother? He carries a backpack like a cool guy who never looks back to see the explosion. If you carry such a long thing, it's like a dwarf pulling carrots. After pulling them, you have to carry it on your back! Beautiful girls don't need to carry such long weapons in a fight. The key is that it can be used well and is easy to hide. Don't worry about being at a disadvantage because of your short arms. Sister, if you have the time, you can turn the thing I made for you into a 40-meter-long knife and chase people to chop them!"
So the final product is this floating light that looks like a glass cutter. Although Samson's skills are not as good as Norton's, he has been with him for so many years and has learned a lot from him. He often stands by to help. The manufacturing skills of floating light are probably second only to the seven deadly sins in modern times. Even the vice-president of Kassel College can't make it. I guess he would treasure it when he sees this thing with his own eyes.
