I don't know how he moved me, I don't know how he tried to amuse me when I first arrived. He told me that the entrance to the cave had been pierced with a sharp blade since it had been here, and that anyone who tried to enter the cave would have their skin cut open, and that I was the first to come here unharmed. He didn't tell me that I was not only the first, but also the only one.

At first, I didn't like the feeling of just lighting torches and candles, the smell of burning pine oil mixed with the smell of the animal fat used to make the candles was terrible. But he took me to a place where countless white flowers bloomed, and I was ecstatic by the rich fragrance that seemed to swallow me, and he told me that this was the only place where flowers could bloom. He didn't tell me then that if one of those flowers was to bloom, it had to be watered from time to time with human blood.

Gradually, I began to quiet down, no longer suddenly shouting in my heart and looking at him frowning, and I no longer hated those difficult and boring Buddhist minds. I started to explore everything here, and I started to get curious about everything here. After smelling too much, I even started to like the kind of choking smell of burning in the air. But I still couldn't get into all the rooms here, and the black-clad kids, who were only a few years older than me, stood in my way with expressionless faces, ignoring my yelling at them.

I rushed to him in a huff and asked him why I couldn't go deeper. At that moment, I could see that his face suddenly turned pale.

I knew how special I was, and I knew that he liked me more than a parent who loved his children, and I began to lose my temper, aimlessly breaking off handfuls of white flowers and smashing the vases used to decorate the house. I don't know why I fell in love with a guy who was supposed to be a stranger, and I even started to learn to be coquettish in front of him. I even threatened him that I was going to get out of here.

But in the end, he won. He told me that if I wanted to save the princess's life, I would have to learn martial arts with him, even though in the end I knew he was lying to me.

He told me that this was a place to cultivate power for a prince who would always send his men to bring the homeless children and train them to be killers on their own, and he told me that the prince was a man who was not willing to be subservient, and he said that the prince would one day start a rebellion. He didn't tell me that in this blood-stained place, he was the only one holding up a pure sky for me, and I was always at the mercy of my last name.

At the time, I didn't care about anything like that, I just wanted to know his name and why he chose me in the first place.

When I told him about this wish, he was stunned and then couldn't help but tell me that one day he would tell me everything. But he didn't tell me, and if he could, he would rather I never know about it.

Although it looks like a cave on the outside, it is actually extravagant inside, as if the entire palace has been moved in. I don't know what the point of this is, but I do know that those insidious and unguardable traps are not there to be used for decoration, and here you can find yourself in a place from which you can never recover.

I didn't bother to look for it, but I did see the children who crawled in through the bladed hole, learning something completely different from me, and I had heard a boy a year younger than me talk about how they were going to be a kind of assassin.

That's the only reason they can live and continue to live here.

Every once in a while, the Prince's guards would drive children of my age into the cave and leave them to fend for themselves, and then he would turn on the traps at that time, and he would watch indifferently as the hoarse crying children struggle between the blades, and he would stare at the children who tried to escape and were killed by the guards on the spot with an even more indifferent look.

The day after I entered the cave, he wanted to put more and sharper blades back into the ground. He said that only those who could break into the cave on their own were the people he wanted, and that if he only thought about escaping, he was not worthy of being a qualified assassin.

I did everything I could to stop him. Although it was impossible for me to stop him without practicing martial arts, I could grab the sharp blade without a wooden handle and cross my neck, and shout unreasonably with a hint of pride: "If you insert these blades again, I will never be your apprentice!" ”

After a long time, he let out a long sigh, and with a casual slap of his hand, the sharp blades all over the ground broke into pieces of iron, and I was dumbfounded, and then I realized that if he wanted to take the blade from my hand at that time, it would be easy.

He washed my wound with wine, and I was so painful that I wanted to shed tears, but when I saw the smile lines at the corners of his mouth slightly upward, I would always swallow back the screams that rushed to my mouth, anyway, I saved a lot of people, if it was just a small price, I would be willing.

But he frowned as if he understood what I was saying, and after dressing the wound, he showed me the results of the training of the children who had escaped the death, and only three of the thirty-seven children survived the battle against those who survived the blade. He said that the kid with the same blade in his hand as the one that cut my own was the worst assassin here, and that tomorrow if he still couldn't complete the mission, he would die as quietly as the children he killed in an instant.

I can hardly believe it's true. Looking at him again, there was an extra fear in his eyes that he would not have had.

I thought he was a very kind man, always bandaging the wounds of scarred children, I thought he was just a doctor, with his superb medical skills to keep every dying person alive, and I can still remember the tenderness in his eyes as he sewed up the huge wound on the arm of the little girl who was greedily licking candy. I thought that the demon was just a misunderstanding of him, that he wasn't a demon, that he was just a helpless person.

But the sarcastic smile on his face revealed his identity, the chilling smile that stared at me as if mocking my ignorance and ignorance, "Otherwise, who do you think I am?" ”

I was silent, so many people told me he was a demon, but I was stubborn, I didn't believe it at all, and now when I finally found out that side of him didn't deliberately hide, why did I still feel deceived?

Only in an instant I stabilized my mind, this is the first lesson he taught me, no matter what time you should not panic, otherwise your mind will be in turmoil, and your heart will be devoured, and you will never be able to become a human again.

As if I wanted to challenge his majesty, I asked coldly in my heart, "Is it like you?" Even if you see so many people's lives disappear in an instant, you are indifferent? ”

He nodded silently, as if he didn't want to dwell on the topic too much.

I pressed again, "If I didn't say so much to you and insisted on breaking in, would you still help me like you did last time?" ”

He shook his head.

I angrily broke the bandage he had carefully tied for me, and even the bow that he was so careful to tie as if he didn't want to hurt me was torn to pieces, and the red blood instantly soaked the white cloth, "I don't need your mercy, you better put away those fake gifts." ”

His body trembled violently, but in the next moment he regained his composure, "If you really want to save them, then you must first have the strength to match them." ”

I sneered and challenged him, as long as I wanted to do something, there was nothing I couldn't do!

He just walked away and didn't say a word again.

I was locked up with another girl, who couldn't stop talking, chirping like a little sparrow in a cage for a long time, and opened up the conversation when she saw me. She was about my age, but for some reason, she always wore a heavy mask.

She complained to me more than once that it would be nice to take off the unventilated mask, and when she saw no one around, she secretly told me that although someone would take her out to wash it regularly every day, the expressionless guards never let her see her face.

I'm a little surprised, could it be that she lived with such a mask from the beginning?

She shook her head, and her slightly low tone revealed a dazed tone that she didn't even know, "I was sent here when I was very young, and that person told me that my face had a demon surname, and ordinary people couldn't see it at all, so he put such a mask on me. ”

I was suddenly angry, that guy would treat a little girl so cruelly, is he really a devil? I thought back to what the voice had said to me, "I'm also a non-likable guy, so it's okay if you talk to me." ”

I tried to unlock the mask that was firmly locked to her face, but I couldn't.

Until one day the young man appeared in front of me again.

"You want to undo that curse for her?" His voice was soft, and it seemed to be drowsy with some kind of seduction, "But you have to pay a price, and even then are you willing?" ”

I bit my lip and didn't speak, but I told him plainly, "I'll save her, because I promised that person would do it." ”

He smiled disapprovingly, "Even if everything you ever existed would be erased, would you still help her?" ”

Looking at his serious and even a somewhat hideous face, I smiled softly, and my lips opened lightly: "Do you care?" ”

His face instantly turned ugly, his bloodless lips seemed to be bitten by him, and he tried his best to imagine the ease of a good boy in the turbid world, although his tightly clenched fists were not something he could hide deliberately: "If I said I didn't care at all, would you still do it?" ”

I didn't even have to think about it, and I smiled at him what I thought was the most beautiful in my life: "Since you don't care anymore, then do I still care?" ”

At that moment I suddenly found that he was very pitiful, his soul was lost, and the sadness in his eyes that seemed to be indissolvable no longer looked like a young man in his early twenties, as if from the moment I answered him, he was no longer the person who cut off countless sharp blades for me, and gently held me in his arms with the scorching cold light, he was no longer the one who paid attention to my vexatious trouble, and would carefully bandage me when I deliberately injured my hand, as if at that moment, He had become the ruthless 'he' who had abandoned me again, like stepping through the dark, heavy iron door that had been connecting me all the way, and he was no longer the man I knew just a wall.

He turned around stiffly like an old man in his twilight years, as if he were smiling sadly, and as if he were crying with pleasure.

I don't know why he laughs or why he cries. Maybe it's because I always have some boundless hallucinations flashing in front of my eyes, but in the past few days of meeting the girl in the mask, I can vaguely feel that he didn't just keep me by his side because he liked my qualifications, because every time I looked back at him, there was always something else in his eyes flashing. I could perceive that it wasn't just me, that there was another figure hidden in his deep eyes.

After holding the little girl who always had trouble falling asleep because she was wearing a mask in her arms and coaxing her to sleep, he stood quietly behind me again.

Perhaps motioning for me to follow him, he never shut me in the door again. The huge corridor was so quiet that it seemed that even the guards who were on duty at night had fallen asleep. Speaking of which, I had a little quarrel with him about it, and since I knew that the expressionless guards here were the children who had been brought in the early years, I forced them all to go to bed at night, and he did not agree at first, but when I could no longer hold back to talk to him, he finally agreed to my request.

He probably liked the way I talked, right? I didn't know what he was going to do, but when he brought what appeared to be a jar of wine to the only hole with a view of the outside view, I finally knew why he was shaking the cup in his hand at me.

I laughed a little, and after filling the glass in front of me with a very unskilful movement, I saw that he was still holding the glass in a daze, so I snatched it, and filled the glass as if I was trying to oppose him, and then deliberately spilled most of the wine in the jar. Seeing him snatch it away with regret, I finally felt a little evil in my heart.

Probably I was mistaken, but when he looked at me again, there was an inexplicable heat in his eyes.

"Don't you think who I am?" In the empty room, he was the only one talking to himself.

Curious, I had a look of disdain on my face, and I told him plainly in my heart that even if I was interested, I would not ask him to tell me.

He smiled bitterly rarely.

I wonder what kind of expression he will make, because in my eyes, he will always have only two faces, cold and ruthless, and warm as spring.

He told me his name, he told me that he had a sister who was a little older than him when he was learning art, he told me that his master was a very powerful person, he told me that in addition to that senior sister, there was a senior brother who had always been very good to him, and he also told me that one day, his master took him and that senior brother out and taught them a kind of stunt that was completely different from his own martial arts, although the process of cultivation was extremely difficult, but after the practice of martial arts will definitely reach the peak, then he can let go and take revenge.

He told me that he actually liked that sister very much, but that sister was always close to him, and the night before leaving, he asked her out, and the moon was so round that night.

I listened quietly to his story, to the story of the boy who was eager to avenge his parents and stole the master to learn the art by the discerning master, to the story of the senior sister who secretly loved him, but did not speak for a long time, and only suppressed all the feelings in his heart, listened to the story of him who went mad and killed the master by mistake and seriously injured the senior brother when he was practicing, and finally fell off the cliff himself, and listened to the story of him who almost died because of the black and white masters hired by the enemy. Listen to the story of the prince who picked up his seriously wounded and dying on the edge of the Great Zhou and the Gallic Desert, and heard the story of him volunteering to stay and train a killer for the prince who could become a great thing.

I don't know what kind of expression I should put on my face, I don't know what kind of expression I should show to make the sadness in his eyes go away even a little, I just know that the man sitting next to me has a lot more pain than I have endured.

Maybe it's because the eyes of the girl who was out of reach for him never fell on him, maybe it's because I'm afraid that I'll perceive his mind, or maybe it's because he didn't know what to do when he was so arrogant, so he could only torture himself in pain and confusion.

I don't know how much he hurt him by his rash actions just now, I don't know why he is attached to a me, who is just picked up, like a beggar, I have wondered why he has always been cold to others would be so gentle to me.

Now, I suddenly understood.

It turned out that he was afraid that he would lose me again.

It's not because of my stubborn surname, it's not because I have the same appearance as his senior sister Wanqiu, or even because I can't get it but I want to be sympathetic all the time.

It was also under the same moonlight that his senior sister smiled and told him that in fact, the person she liked was the only senior brother he respected.

It was also under the same moonlight that his sister snatched the jar of wine from his hand with a thin layer of anger, and spilled most of the wine in the jar in an instant, just like me.

When I left the heavy burden in my heart, he also woke up from his dream at the same time.

It turned out that what he had always wanted to get back was something that didn't belong to him, and it turned out that even if he did all this, there was no guarantee that he would be able to get back everything he had lost.

He told me that the last page of that unique book was a legend called the Goddess of a Thousand Faces, who would sow exactly the same seed in the world, make the world bloom exactly the same flowers, and let countless lovers find their true love in a thousand identical faces, and it was said that only those who were truly destined could avoid her curse of resentment, otherwise, one would always be injured by the other and die for the other.

He told me that the little girl with the mask had the exact same face as me.

He told me that it was because of that mask that the resentment of the Goddess of the Thousand Faces did not spread endlessly.

He also told me that the girl was Rou Niang's daughter and the princess.

Finally, he asked me solemnly, are you still willing to help her?

I picked up the full glass of wine, and suddenly took a big sip in his surprise and surprise, and his face that coughed suddenly turned red instantly, only the bitterness in my heart that had already made up my mind, "I already know the taste of being abandoned, will I watch her never see her mother in her life?" (To be continued.) )