If you like it, you will be presumptuous, but love is restrained.

Until the last moment of his life, Zangjian didn't say his feelings for Spring Dao, there are some things that you can't say if you want to say it, and it's not something you can do if you want to do it. Tibetan Sword doesn't have the courage of Spring Knife, he can't ignore it, he has too many scruples.

He taught Chundao to strive for what he wanted, to strive for what he wanted in his heart, but he couldn't do it himself.

Just like ourselves, we always talk nonsense to others, saying how open and easy we are, but in the end, it is often ourselves who are deeply fetted.

At this time, Shinji Tanimura's "Star" sounded in a tavern next to him, and the slightly sad and magnificent singing voice was heartbreaking.

Yue Zhong didn't know what kind of mood he was in at this time, anyway, he was in a panic.

Looking at the half-kneeling but dead Tibetan Sword, Yue Chong felt admiration for the first time.

This man makes him unable to describe, cowardly? Powerful? Or something else, he spent most of his life cultivating the Spring Knife, but in the end he was willing to die at the hands of the Spring Knife.

Yue Zhong didn't like the Japanese people, but he couldn't develop a disgust for the Tibetan sword.

Because even in the face of death, Tibetan Sword is still teaching Spring Knife and planning his future life for Spring Knife. Leaving the Emperor Group, who can't let go of Spring Dao the most? It was he who hid the sword, so he was willing to die in order for the spring knife to be able to completely welcome the new life.

This kind of love is beyond imagination, and perhaps only the kind of deep love that goes straight to the soul can make people do such a thing.

"He's a great guy." Yue Zhong stepped forward and gently grabbed Chundao's shoulder.

Spring Dao still maintained the attack movement, but her face was already covered with tears at this time.

It was the first time she shed tears in her memory, the first time she felt sad, so sad that she couldn't control it at all.

"Cry out loud if you want to, no one will laugh at you." Yue Zhong stretched out his hands and took the spring knife into his arms.

Chun Dao didn't struggle, letting his tears soak Yue Chong's clothes.

Why do many people wait until they lose to think about cherishing? Because until that point, you will never know how deep the relationship is, and you will never know how important the other person occupies in your heart.

Chundao is twenty years old, she and Tibetan Sword have known each other for eighteen years, and in the past eighteen years, Chundao has no friends, no relatives, only one Tibetan Sword.

Now that the Tibetan Sword is dead, it is equivalent to digging up the feelings accumulated by the Spring Sword for eighteen years.

"Ah!!h Spring Dao finally began to refrain from restraint, shouting and crying loudly, the mournful voice was heartbreaking.

Many of the spectators on the streets of Kitamachi were already crying.

Maybe they can't understand the scene that just happened in their lives, or maybe they can't understand the practice of hiding swords in their lives, it has nothing to do with anything, it's just love.

How long Chundao cried, she didn't know herself, because in the end she was tired of crying, so she fell asleep deeply.

The sky was already a little cloudy, Yue Zhong picked up the spring sword horizontally, then pointed to the hidden sword, and said to Qi Songlin: "Bring his body back." ”

So there was such a scene on Waguo Street, two men one after the other, one young and one middle-aged, the young man was holding a beautiful woman in his hand, and the middle-aged man was holding a handsome man under his arm.

The people on the road didn't know what was happening, but they could feel a sense of sadness.

……

Spring knife had a dream.

In the dream, she has a father, a mother, and many friends; There is also Tibetan Sword, which teaches her various moves every day, so that she continues to grow.

In the dream, she was no one, she was not a killer of the Emperor Group, and she didn't know any young team leader, she just lived so simply. But one day, he suddenly picked up a butcher's knife, killed his parents, and killed the Tibetan sword.

"Scared!" Chundao opened his eyes violently, covered in sweat.

There was some doubt in Chundao's eyes, but soon this doubt was replaced by sadness, and then, sadness was shattered by indifference.

The hidden sword is dead, dead in his own hands.

Chun Dao let out a sigh of relief, she couldn't say how she felt at this time, relaxed? Kick oneself? Sadness? Or something else......

She moved her body slightly, trying to flip it.

But she didn't flip, her body seemed to be blocked by something.

Turning his head, Chundao saw Yue Zhong who was close at hand. Yue Chong's body was bent like a shrimp, he slept very deeply, and there was still a hara at the corner of his mouth.

This guy's sleeping position is so ugly! This is the only thought in Chundao's mind, but although the sleeping position is ugly, Yue Zhong is really handsome.

This was the first time she had looked at Yue Zhong so closely, his eyebrows were very thick, and his face was like a knife, with sharp edges and corners; His facial features are very prominent, and there seems to be a European flavor in them; His skin is very good, very fine, and it looks really exciting.

Especially the quiet aura emanating from his body, which makes people unconsciously want to get closer.

"It's just a pity that it's just a deal between us." Chundao's voice was so small that she couldn't even hear herself. It was difficult for her to say what kind of feelings she had for Yue Chong, it was strange.

It stands to reason that he was confused~ and raped himself, and he should hate him.

But it was precisely because of Yue Chong that she dared to betray the Emperor Group, and without Yue Chong's protection, I am afraid she would not survive for a few days. The killers of the Emperor Group are extremely powerful, and it is very difficult to survive the pursuit of the Emperor Group.

As if hearing the words of the spring knife, Yue Chong's body moved, and then his hands stretched out, and his feet stretched out, and he made a huge waist stretching movement.

While stretching his waist, he yelled like a high ~ tide.

"Oh...... Oh...... Oh, that's cool! ”

Yue Chong's voice made the black line at the end of the spring knife, just now I thought that this guy was handsome and charming and the best among men, but in the blink of an eye, this bastard has become a second goods, oh oh oh your sister, she was raped!

"Ouch, spring knife, good morning." Yue Zhong opened his eyes, saw the spring knife on the side, and immediately said hello.

"It's already afternoon." Spring Dao muttered.

Yue Zhong got up from the bed, and then jumped on the spot twice: "Oh, I slept so well, but I'm so hungry." Let's go, get up, I'll treat you to a big meal. Yue Zhong stretched out his hand and patted the spring knife.

Spring Dao is really hungry, and he hasn't eaten since last night, so it's no wonder that he isn't hungry.

She lifted the covers.

Yue Chong's eyes narrowed.

Chun Dao was shocked, and immediately covered his body with the quilt again, he didn't care about it just now, he was naked.

"Ouch, don't be shy, what a great body." Yue Zhong laughed, his eyes narrowed, and he looked like a full bird.

"You took it off?" Spring Dao looked at Yue Zhong coldly.

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