The flowers have not bloomed, and the catkins are flying ruthlessly; The summer solstice is not coming, and the cicada whistle breaks love. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The leaves have not fallen, and the entangled drifting is always helpless; The rain does not fall, and the swaying finally makes people no more. The song is not finished, and the peach blossoms are released; Yan Huan is not happy, and the broken bridge fog is cold. Whether the wind comes or not, anyway, the withered building is carried by three lives.

The bell for the lunch break rang before the irrepressible noise. When everyone left the classroom to forage for food, Li Ai slowly lay on the table. She had no appetite, even though her stomach, which had not touched breakfast, kept purring warning to her to go to the cafeteria or the commissary early to buy something to feed it.

She just lay on the table and silently closed her eyes. She had been thinking about it all morning, and now she was too tired to do it. She guessed why he took a leave of absence on the grounds of a severe cold, and spent the morning looking for more than a dozen reasons, the most likely of which were only two, one was that he was avoiding her in this way, and the other was that he had encountered a very serious situation. But even if she thought of such a reason, she didn't figure out how to face Zhang Zhou.

She put down one hand and tried to pull out the smartphone in her purse, but she came across Midorihime's puppet in the purse, her hand paused for a moment, then gave up and pulled out the smartphone without his contact information, and instead rubbed Midorihime's puppet. Between the rubs, she sighed in a low voice, "Midorihime, what should I do?" ”

Unbeknownst to her, while she was rubbing the Midorihime puppet, a boy was leaning against the back door of the classroom, silently staring at her figure. She didn't know that the green girl puppet in her purse flashed a few green lights as she rubbed it.

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Outside the window, the sound of rain was dripping, and a gray rain curtain enveloped the entire city. Shu Jing moved the chair and sat in front of the window that she had just opened, silently looking at the pouring rain that seemed to wash the entire city clean, and there was a little more uncomfortable feeling in her eyes.

A flash of golden light suddenly flashed in her right eye, and then a somewhat deep voice resounded in her heart, "Do you feel it?" ”

"I just feel extremely depressed, extremely irritable." Shu Jing raised her palm and pressed her rather undulating chest, her brows furrowed, full of pain and incomprehension, "Xiu, what's wrong?" ”

In the depths of Xiu's eyes, which was lodged in her eyes, was a tyrannical murderous machine, silently mocking in the bottom of her heart, sure enough, even if she was allowed to stay in the room and never told her anything about her abilities, this disgusting city would guide her step by step to fight against those evil creatures and demons!

He couldn't hide, and neither could she. As long as they are in this city, as long as he is still one of the powers given by this city, as long as she is still a host to be hosted, they will not escape such a fate!

Xiu took a deep breath, and then asked Shu Jing in a low voice, "Na, Ah Jing," Ah Jing was the name she forced him to use for her, at that time, she seemed to be shy about choosing a name for him, so she agreed to call her by these two words.

He didn't expect that the first time he officially called her by this title, it would be in this situation! He only sighed for a moment, then retracted his thoughts, and continued. "Have you ever thought about the meaning of the existence of these forces?"

Hearing his inquiry, Shu Jing's body trembled subconsciously, but it fell silent. She was so smart, how could she not understand the relationship between the powerful power that resided in her body and the demon undead that she was suddenly able to see; She was so clever that she couldn't understand the meaning behind any demon undead she could see talking to them with a look of fear or jealousy away from where she was.

She is their natural enemy, and the strength in her body is the source of their fear. As the daughter of Han Shanhou, who forged her prestige by killing, she could see what kind of foundation the fear and jealousy in their eyes were built on! She could imagine what kind of corpse mountain and sea of blood the previous master of these powers had forged such a prestige!

"I ...... Know. She gritted her teeth and struggled to say such words. She had a hunch and gave such an answer, which awaited her in front of her...... It must be a mountain of corpses in the sea of blood!

She doesn't like to kill. Whether it was a person or not, she didn't like it. She did not want to hate, no matter how she had been wronged. Without hatred, there would naturally be no heart to kill. However, she also knew that there were some things that she had to do. This kind of mission was already doomed on the day she was lodged by these thirteen powers.

She could feel that those undead and demons were far more powerful than ordinary people. She remembered the fanged demon on the street, standing in the midst of the bustling crowd, smirking at the child's claws. If it hadn't sensed some breath, the claws would have definitely pressed down. She didn't dare to think about what would happen to the child after the paw was pressed.

She knew what she had to do, and she knew what she was going to do was protect the people in the city. But...... She doesn't like to kill. No matter how high-sounding the reason, killing is still killing, and gore is still blood. Once your hands are stained with blood, you can never wash them again.

Xiu Neng felt the hesitation and struggle in her heart, he sighed and said in a low voice, "Ah Jing, the people in this city hate you, hate you, and abandon you, you don't have to do things you don't like for them." Once you set foot on this path, there is no turning back. Why draw your sword for these men, and walk among thorns and blood? No...... Draw your sword, okay? ”

He knew that this city would not allow it, and he knew what choice she would make, but he still spoke out to persuade her. He didn't want her to make a choice she didn't like, even if she had made up her mind.

"No," she knew he was doing it for her good, but she still closed her eyes, gritted her silver teeth, and firmly rejected his offer.

"One day, they will no longer hate me, hate me, and abandon me, and I will protect them until that day comes." Shu Jing stood up and looked at the city shrouded in gray from afar, her long white hair fluttering out of a cold arc under the cold wind mixed with rain. Under the surging thunder, her brow furrowed into a cold arc.

But the next moment, this coldness fell silent, turning into a fragility that she couldn't bear, she silently lowered her eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Na, Xiu, don't dissuade me anymore...... All right? ”

"I'm afraid that I will lose the strength to draw my sword under your persuasion." She pleaded like this, but she raised her arms and hugged herself, "But, Xiu, I'm also afraid that I can't bear the weight of that sword, and I'm afraid that my courage will be shattered in the face of blood......"

"Now, Xiu," she whispered his name, "if I can't bear the weight, if I lose the courage to face blood...... Can I cry to you? ”

She waited silently for his answer, but she didn't wait for him to speak, the light in her eyes dimmed little by little, but it was about to be extinguished and lit again.

Xiu was silent in her eyes. A sixteen-year-old girl who had lived in the boudoir for a long time and was disgusted with killing resolutely chose the path of killing in front of him, which made his heart more awe-inspiring!

He silently recalled the voices and smiles of the old people who had passed away, and recalled the trembling in their hearts as they drew their swords...... The corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a strange arc.

If it was her body that was drawn and killed, but it was his soul, would it ...... He thought about it, wanting to save her from such a cruel fate.

So, after a long time after she had asked like that, he awoke from his deep thought.

"It's your choice to draw your sword, but I don't want blood and tears to stain your face."

"So, the killing...... Leave it to me. ”