What is my name? Actually, I didn't know, they called me Luoxi, so I called Luoxi.

I had no memory before I was thirteen, and I knew I was the killer of the Rakshasa Gate for as long as I could remember. Killer, killer executioner, the master has told me since I was a child that a killer is a killer without feelings. I don't recognize people or money, and I only have the Rakshasa Gate in my heart.

The life of the Rakshasa Gate is not easy, the master is more indifferent than anyone else, he can't laugh or cry, and he trains us like a machine all day long.

What's that place? If you really want to say what kind of place it is, it should be the same as its name, a hell with countless rakshasas.

It was a place where it was either life or death. If you want to live, you must first learn to give up, and give up one partner who has grown up with you, you are not the same kind. Watch them go away, end their lives with your own hands, or be ended by them.

I am both fortunate and unlucky, just like the few of my kind left, and like the same kind who ended my life. We know better than anyone else what is fortunate and unfortunate.

We don't have any feelings, some are just magnified countless times, human nature, evil and terrible. It is more clearly revealed that being alive is **, and being dead is also**.

I grew up there, and I can't be called a ruthless killer of people, there are no companions but killers of the same kind.

When I met her, I was twenty years old, and my hands were already stained with the blood of my own kind and prey, and I lived only to complete the tasks assigned by the Rakshasa Gate and deal with the locked prey one by one.

That year I was sent to City B, and the prey was a mercenary. His strength is no worse than mine, and I am dying myself while solving him.

The winter in City B is colder than the blood of any killer, and the moment I huddled in the corner, I realized my vulnerability for the first time, it turned out that I, even if I didn't admit it in my heart, but my body forced me to admit that in addition to the identity of the killer, I was still a person, a person who would hurt and hurt.

The night wind blew mercilessly, and at the moment when I was about to pass out, she walked into my sight, a girl of the same age as me but completely different from me, she had the innocence, purity and kindness unique to a girl.

Zuo Xinrou, a kind-hearted and soft-tempered girl, she is more like a spring breeze, which makes me feel warm for the first time.

She hid me in my bedroom for two months, and that was the first time I felt cared for, and it was the first person I had ever warmed up. At that time, I realized that I was not without feelings, but that I had never been treated gently and loved, so I didn't understand that there were feelings between people.

It's been five years since I saw her again, and what a ridiculous fate has made me the most ruthless and loveless killer, but I have lost my killer emotionally again and again.

Who is the prey? I know his name is Li Zefan, a good and deeply hidden agent. At first sight, when I fell in love with him, I knew how I ended.

He doesn't love me, I know. One day he asked me to do me a favor, and I gladly agreed, and I saw her again at that birthday party.

Zuo Xinrou is mature, less innocent than five years ago, and a little more wise and generous. Looking at Li Zefan looking at her from time to time, I knew why I was at the birthday party.

She didn't recognize me, yes, she shouldn't have recognized me, the safest thing for a killer is to be in this world, but not in this world. It's been five years, who can remember my appearance, and who dares to let me.

He is in love with her deeply, from the tenderness that inadvertently reveals in his eyes, from the way he can't help but pay attention to her, I know that he really loves her.

At that time, I couldn't tell what it was like in my heart, but I also understood that she was more suitable to stand by his side than her.

But I don't understand her, why she can love but not let herself love, knowing his heart, but not wanting to respond. I was not even pleased with her timidity.

I didn't expect that we would live under one roof, that one day there would be such a person who would be busy for me in the kitchen, that I would wash dishes and buy groceries, that there would be one more person by my side, running with me, going to work, eating, chatting.

Slowly I understood her timidity, her persistence, and her concerns. It's not that I'm not unsuitable for him, but I also don't dare to show his feelings to him, not because I'm afraid of rejection, but because I can't love at all.

The New Year's Day in Zuo's house is the warmest and most touching time for me, I am very glad that she and him appeared in my life, and I thank Zuo's father and mother for their sincere treatment.

In fact, I have long known that if I fall in love with him, my end can only be death, but fortunately, I let go of this love, but I can't let go of my friendship with her. A killer who has feelings, a killer who can't let go of friendship even if he gives up love, is no longer a killer.

A killer with ties and concerns is like a good knife, the blade has rusted, and it is no longer sharp, but it is just a piece of rotten iron.

I know that the Rakshasa Gate will not let me go, and will not let go of a traitor to me.

Actually, there's nothing wrong with dying, at least I protected him and her. It's just goodbye Zuo Xinrou, I can't protect you anymore, may your kindness be mercied by God and give you a happy ending in life.

Goodbye, my friend, may you remember that there was a time when I appeared in your world. Also, don't blame yourself, my death is just a retribution from heaven. For people like me, the death of a person with bloody hands is just retribution.

In this life, thank you my friend for letting me know that I am a human being.

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