第四章剑挑春色(2/3)

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                                                                                                                                                                凉风习习,没有再做什么剧烈动作,又被吓得冷汗频出,只一瞬,青年便觉自己从头凉到了脚趾尖。然而剑锋的凉意在他止不住淌下泪水的左边面颊轻微地动了一下,却没有深入血肉。
                                                                                                                                                                只是那份森冷的触感砭入肌骨,令他不禁打了个寒噤,有些惶惑地睁开眼睛。上方是少年若有所思的低垂向下的面容,那双墨如点漆的黑色瞳仁也正看着他,然后不知出于什么考量,将秋水般洁净的剑锋从他颧骨移至鼻尖,再往下一动,仿若轻抚着一般地,一点一点地捺过他嫣红的嘴唇。
                                                                                                                                                                青年简直不知所措,而然被剑锋平平地碾压过嘴唇这个动作,却好似在逗弄他一般。尽管知道这是随时会给自己带来死亡的凶器,少年的神情也兀自是凛然不可侵犯的冰冷,他却不禁伸出舌尖,在那冰一样寒冷洁净的剑刃上轻轻舔了一下。
                                                                                                                                                                他几乎立即就感觉到剑刃出现一个微小的震动,也才醒过神仓皇地缩回舌头,害怕地看着少年。少年本来就蹙起的眉峰这下更是要打结了,双眼锐利地逼视着他,同时将剑锋稍微提起,往他左颈侧落下。
                                                                                                                                                                也许就这样死了还算好呢……青年这回没有闭眼,却是呆呆地瞧着少年双眉倒竖的面容,那其实是一张美貌并不亚于他的俊秀脸孔,只不过因为那过于冰寒的神色,令人无法直视。但──反正我也要死了,多看几眼与少看几眼也没多大差别吧?剑锋无声地滑过他的颈项,那到底是多么高明的技巧,青年自然体会不到。
                                                                                                                                                                然而直到剑刃一直滑到左侧胸膛,压住那边挺立的乳头轻轻拨弄时,他还没有发觉自己身首分家,便总算知道自己其实并没有被少年悄无声息地就削掉了头颅。这还活着的事实令青年顿时惊慌失措起来。
                                                         

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