The sword, the king of soldiers, the murderer. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoNo matter how beautiful the words are, it is always a tool to harvest the lives of adversaries and even innocents. When the sword was created, it was closely associated with the scythe of death, the book of life and death. Victory and defeat are a sword, and life and death are in and out. From ancient times to the present, there are many people who use swords, and there are countless strong ones, but when you ask what the sword is, I believe the answer should be different.

However, this era is an era of rapid technological change, with the increasing strength of hot weapons, old cold weapons such as swords have long been scoffed at, killing skills have also been reduced to competition entertainment, lack of blood and blade thrilling dancing, only cold fencing scorer, and now the sword has long been in decline. But the charm of the sword still makes a few people willing to accept it.

Since Zhao Zhuwu asked that question, the atmosphere in the health room instantly turned from hot to cold, and there was silence for a long time......

"Such a sword is a real sword, isn't it?" Tang Meng asked coldly. Zhao Zhuwu was silent again, looking at Tang Meng with his eyes, a rare gentleness like water, looking at him.

"A sword in this era is not worthy of being called a sword at all. Tang Meng sighed.

"So what can you do in this era of the legal system? How can you fight the sword world? Kill invincible opponents all over the world?" Suddenly Zhao Zhuwu became excited and said angrily, "You have been like this from the beginning, you can't live an ordinary life, occasionally practice swords, even if you want to talk about it sooner or later, it's better to fall in love earlier?"

Zhao Zhuwu's voice became lower and lower as he spoke, and his eyes became a little moist.

However, Tang Meng stared at her expressionlessly, was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "I can adapt to this society, but I will never change myself, maybe this era is not suitable for me, then one day I may abandon this boring society, I am like a sword blade, I will never compromise and bend to myself." Tang Meng interrupted her coldly, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and then he got up and walked away, ignoring Zhao Zhuwu's astonishment and tears.

"I still have to think about talking to me about falling in love, I can't say it. Looking at Tang Meng's distant back, Zhao Zhuwu sighed faintly.

The morning air on the campus is just right, and the tall locust trees and the sweet smell of grass make people intoxicated. Tang Meng couldn't help but be obsessed with this warm sunshine, lying on this long-lost grass, feeling the natural fragrance, and couldn't help but make an appointment with Zhou Gong. In the chirping of birds, Tang Meng, who was in a daze, felt that someone was rubbing his face with something furry.

"Big brother is up, the sun is drying his ass. A beautiful childish voice pierced Tang Meng's ears.

It's a cat, but how can it talk? Thinking of this, Tang Meng opened his eyes violently, and what caught his eye was a huge cat's paw, and then he moved away to reveal a fair and lovely little face, big eyes, a small nose, and a cherry-colored mouth full of laughter. The black hair and double ponytails are soft on the delicate shoulders, so beautiful that they can't pick out the slightest flaw, with slightly mixed-race facial features of Western blood, slender and weak, wearing a black gothic loli suit and a fluffy cat paw on the hand, the cuteness is even more soaring.

If you appear in the restaurant, if the uncle sees this little girl during dinner, he must exclaim: "What a cute Lori! I really want to raise one!" and then you can eat ten bowls of rice. Sure enough, Lori's cuteness is the only criterion for measuring the amount of uncle's meal?

Although this little girl is cute enough to foul, Tang Meng has a headache for her, because he knows that this little girl who looks only 12 or 3 years old is not easy to deal with.

"Haha, Brother Tang Meng, I found you again, and you don't study hard, do you always want to come out to play with me?" The little girl seemed to have caught Tang Meng's handle and said proudly.

"I think this is the first time I've skipped class since high school? It's you, I feel like you have a lot of time, don't you go to elementary school? Every time I see you playing outside when you're free. Tang Meng fought back lightly.

"Well, there doesn't seem to be such a thing, right? Let's skip this topic. In the middle of the question, she pretended to be cute and tilted her head, and then forcibly reversed the subject.

Tang Meng said lightly: "Anyway, what's the matter today? I said in advance, I won't participate in any animation activities with you." ”

Tang Meng knew that she was not a good person, so he probably wanted to tell him about anime culture again, and he himself was not interested in this culture, but unfortunately this fantasy little girl who called herself Michaelia Chessia (Michael Chessia) was very fanatical.

The little girl showed a cute and foul smile: "Here it is again, here it is again, Brother Tang Meng habitually refuses lines! Brother Tang Meng has played with me how many gal masterpieces? Is Brother Tang Meng a tsundere attribute? Hehe." Anyway, come with me," after speaking, she pulled Tang Meng and ran out of the school gate.

"You forced it, hey, wait, I seem to have forgotten something important?" Tang Meng thought suspiciously.

At this time, Zhang Wenwen was accepting the anger of the math teacher and desperately bowed to her to apologize, which caused many boys' anger towards Tang Meng to be like a spark, forming a prairie fire.

"This bastard, he dares to slip away when he is punished, and he will affect Goddess Wenwen!"

"Yes, don't knock him out with a concussion, otherwise I'm sorry for Goddess Wenwen. ”

"Yes, I can't bear it anymore, this kid usually pretends to be cold, and he ignores Goddess Wenwen every day. It's really itchy, isn't it?"

"Oh, it's so annoying, this kid is so annoying, he must have bad intentions towards Sister Wenwen, stinky men are like this. ”

Wait, it looks like there's a strange person getting in. In short, just when the crowd was excited, a call sounded: "Brave boy, go and kill the Great Demon King of Tang Meng, recapture Princess Wenwen, and create a miracle!"

And so the silence came, for a long time, for a long time。。。。。。

"Hahaha, I suddenly remembered that I didn't do my homework, and I had to study hard to be worthy of my parents' hard work. The responsibility for defeating Senior Tang Meng is left to you. ”

"Hey, I'm going to help the teacher change my homework, I can't help the teacher's life, I have to bear it, come on, everyone!"

"The TV in my house is not turned off, I am afraid of the fire, and I will leave first. ”

In fact, it's no wonder that they talk about Tang Meng's color change, there are not many gods and ghosts to talk about in this school, but there are many gods! And Tang Meng, as the student with the highest martial arts value ranking on the entire campus, is such a household name, a fencing genius, a sprint champion, and once defeated a taekwondo black belt coach.

The most critical thing is actually that there are rumors that Senior Tang Meng was disqualified for stabbing his opponent badly in the fencing finals. Coupled with the fact that Tang Meng is usually cold to people, many people think that he is a violent maniac, and bad teenagers are not as dangerous as him, which is daunting. So don't say that it doesn't work alone, it's a group fight, and these people automatically shudder. Well, so many classmates' deep "missing" of Tang Meng naturally reached Tang Meng's heart.

"Ah, you have a cold?" Tang Meng thought suspiciously.

"When it comes to Brother Tang Meng, this is it. Tang Meng's head was big when he saw it, and he silently wanted to retreat, but he was dragged in by Michelia's inexplicable strength. It's full of people in fancy costumes, a dazzling array of anime merchandise, and countless suspicious-looking middle-aged uncles.

"Let me ask what kind of place this is?" Tang Meng asked as if he knew why.

"The comic con is a great event for comic fans, where you can buy a lot of anime peripherals, cosplay to your heart's content, exciting performances and various competitions, as well as signings by your favorite coser, singers, cartoonists, writers, and other guests, and live singing and dancing performances. ”

"I'm not asking you to explain, I can't talk about it. Tang Meng said helplessly.

Michelia said pitifully, "Brother Tang Meng, although I like this very much, but there are a lot of bad people, I'm afraid that I will be asked to do some strange things by Uncle Blame."

Tang Meng pressed his head and said helplessly: "Hey, forget it, I should accompany you." Tang Meng didn't know why, meeting her was like an ancient memory revival, a mysterious little girl who was as familiar as a relative and wanted to protect her no matter what.

"Brother Tang Meng is the best. Originally, I was going to use this thing. Michelia raised the mysterious black object in Yang's hand.

"Wait, what's that? Wait, please answer me. Tang Meng couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and asked in a panic, no wonder Tang Meng was not cold enough, but he had suffered too much in this regard.

But before he finished speaking, Michelia had already taken his hand and walked towards the unknown. The childish and soft little hands held Tang Meng's thick and warm big hands, just like in the past, in the past, in the past, Tang Meng began to be in a trance, and he couldn't help but be stupid. The laws of time and space began to fail, and all the passers-by seemed to be frozen, except for Michelia, who smiled with a demonic demagogic smile and asked, "Master, do you remember anything?"

"What master? Who are you? Who am I?" Tang Meng was confused but couldn't help asking, as if he was asking her, as if he was asking himself, but it was more like a question about the world. Before he knew it, he was the only one left in the world, and his chest began to ache again, and there were only filaments left around him, and the cold rain was fluttering.....