[ He repeats his same mantra as suddenly the dagger is ripped free from his stomach. More blood comes pouring out of the wound. Viscera dribbles out through the injury, yet he does not seem troubled by it at all. Instead, he presses his free hand against the wound. The transparent shades spread out into the injury. It stops bleeding, but -- the wound itself turns into an open mouth, complete with teeth that snap together into a bright, red smile. ]
You see, more and more smiles spread themselves from you to me, from me to you.
[ At the comment of "from me to you," the wound on Xu Shu's leg suddenly begins to bleed much, much more. How? The injury itself is no deeper than before -- it feels like it has not ripped down to the bone. The injury is no wider than before, it does not feel like the skin is yielding beneath it. Yet it begins to pour out red. His head tilts as he smiles. The screaming faces of those summoned spirits come bubbling out of the wound, spreading themselves over the leg itself. ]
Ah, what a friendly, friendly conversation we're having. So friendly, so nice. Yes, let's keep talking with our new mouths, hm? Hm? [ But as he is starting to dart forward, he stops his advance. The expression melts just a little as he looks at the blood. ] Isn't that too much? Perhaps? [ A softer voice asks as his gaze becomes distant for a few seconds. ]
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[ He repeats his same mantra as suddenly the dagger is ripped free from his stomach. More blood comes pouring out of the wound. Viscera dribbles out through the injury, yet he does not seem troubled by it at all. Instead, he presses his free hand against the wound. The transparent shades spread out into the injury. It stops bleeding, but -- the wound itself turns into an open mouth, complete with teeth that snap together into a bright, red smile. ]
You see, more and more smiles spread themselves from you to me, from me to you.
[ At the comment of "from me to you," the wound on Xu Shu's leg suddenly begins to bleed much, much more. How? The injury itself is no deeper than before -- it feels like it has not ripped down to the bone. The injury is no wider than before, it does not feel like the skin is yielding beneath it. Yet it begins to pour out red. His head tilts as he smiles. The screaming faces of those summoned spirits come bubbling out of the wound, spreading themselves over the leg itself. ]
Ah, what a friendly, friendly conversation we're having. So friendly, so nice. Yes, let's keep talking with our new mouths, hm? Hm? [ But as he is starting to dart forward, he stops his advance. The expression melts just a little as he looks at the blood. ] Isn't that too much? Perhaps? [ A softer voice asks as his gaze becomes distant for a few seconds. ]