"Ah Qing chatters all day long, that white hair is so scary, and he likes to talk about strange stories, he must be some kind of anomaly!"

This kind of rumor is no secret in such a small village.

The white-haired girl's situation is indeed not good, she is just enjoying herself and pretending not to notice.

At least, the children in the village were still interested in her strange stories.

So, sharing weird stories with this group of children has been one of the greatest joys of her life.

But this kind of behavior is naturally unreasonable in the eyes of those parents who regard her as an outlier.

"She's a man-eating monster who specializes in making up stories, tricking children and eating them."

Unthinking cold sarcasm fell on her.

Gradually, fewer and fewer children are willing to listen to her story.

Therefore, on the day she met Yuan Qingya, she was also a little happy in her heart.

Perhaps, starting a new life, is not bad.

At least I could read more books and write more stories.

And the story of that handsome young master Genji in Kyoto seems to be able to be written into a long book.

That's what she thought.

After telling the children the hundredth story she had agreed upon, she decided to leave, the place where she had grown up.

Even if few people listen to her story anymore, even if she is just a useless speech, it can't change people's opinion of her.

But...

As long as there is one listener, her story will continue until the end.

That night, she was telling the last story.

It is the story of the phoenix fire that is extinguished on the sea.

There are few listeners, and more are children who sneak out while their parents are sleeping.

She was immersed in her story, and by the time she reacted, it was already dawn.

Not a single one left of the audience left.

She didn't suspect him, and stumbled out the door.

The sun said this, the air was a little hot, and countless eyes were cast on her.

"It's finally in its original form."

The grandfather of the village chief, who watched her grow up, said with a cold face.

"Tie her up and burn her!"

"As I said, she must be an ominous sign, I've never seen such horrible white hair!"

"Soon after she was born, her parents died at the hands of bandits, maybe she killed her!"

"Speaking of which! Our village has had a bad time in the past few years, it must be because of this monster! ”

The facts are confirmed, the gossip is unscrupulous, and it becomes a matter of course, and under the fingers of the thousand husbands, the weak girl falls weakly and is escorted to the fire.

She's smart.

She knew what was coming next.

She was calm.

Because with her character, life and death are not a big fear.

This calm face lasted until her manuscripts were searched, collected together, and ready to be thrown into the fire and burned one piece.

Her expression became restless, and she struggled to break free from the villagers' restraints and stand in front of the manuscript.

It was something she cherished most, far more than her life.

"What are you going to do? Don't burn my books! ”

Ignorant people will not wake up to this level of resistance, they will only get worse.

Just completed the ritual of transforming into a monster by chance, half-human, half-demon, and her weak body is completely impossible to prevent the nightmare from happening.

Imbued with her countless days and nights of hard work, she copied stroke by stroke, and the manuscript she created was burned.

At that moment, she was even more uncomfortable than "dead".

"The book... It's innocent..."

She sighed faintly, collapsed to the ground, and looked feebly at the sky.

Under the distortion of the smoke, the sky was still blue.

But this sky, she probably won't be able to see it in the future.

The wind demon that Yuan Qingya trusts is not a wine bag and rice bag, after all, he is a ninja and moves extremely fast, he found out about the situation in the village, and immediately sent someone to find the master, and then immediately rushed in and stopped those foolish people.

However, the burned manuscript could not be returned.

For these samurai lords with swords at their waists, those fools are more fearful than monsters.

So, they waited for Yuan Qingya's belated arrival.

The haggard, helpless half-demon girl looked at the lord of Edo Castle and smiled miserably, as if she had exhausted her last bit of strength, and opened her mouth to ask questions.

"Does what you said still count?"

Yuan Qingya knew what was going on almost instantly.

He smelled the demonic aura that had become extremely obvious.

With remorse in his heart, he hated himself a little that he didn't expect this situation, indeed, the girl in front of him had long been impregnated with demonic energy, and there was the possibility of turning into a demon.

But he didn't take it to heart.

This is his dereliction of duty.

Walking over quickly, half-kneeling on the ground, he stared directly at the ripples of blue light, not like a mortal white-haired girl, and his tone was extremely gentle.

"Of course it counts..."

"What's wrong with the monster, there is already a big monster living in my house, and one more person can't eat me."

The white-haired girl raised her head suddenly, and there was a hint of life in her dead eyes.

Even if she is well-read, she is imprisoned by the "times", and the idea is that she is imprisoned in a cage.

Yuan Qingya is different, he comes from the modern society after a thousand years.

He really doesn't discriminate against the so-called "monsters", as long as they don't do evil, they are no different from humans.

But almost everyone in this day and age doesn't think so.

Monsters, like man-eating ghosts, flood beasts, can be killed regardless of the reason, and it is imperative to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots.

The white-haired girl fantasized about her ending, well... Killing evil monsters in public can be regarded as a major event that inspires the people.

If only he could die at his hands...

It's better than being burned to death, right?

Next... If there is a next life, if I meet that person earlier, will the trajectory of my life be different from now.

Thinking wildly, she heard a reply as gentle as water.

Raise your head and look into your eyes calm and caring.

The grievances in her heart burst the embankment, and she couldn't hold back any longer.

Subconsciously leaning on the young man's arms, tears poured out one by one, difficult to calm.

"The book... My books, all gone..."

Yuan Qingya patted her junior and comforted her softly.

"It's okay, I'll buy you a new one."

"I'll contact my second brother when I go, and ask him to bring you a few truckloads of books first, don't cry, some dead things, it's not worth your tears."

As he spoke, he stood up with the white-haired girl in his arms, and looked around with cold eyes.

The purpose is a face of ignorance, horror, incredulity, and hatred.

In their hearts, they should be equated with youkai.

Someone who is in the company of youkai?

Minamoto Yorimitsu's annoying face suddenly appeared in front of him.

"A bunch of ignorant and unreasonable people... All stupid! ”

Slowly holding the hilt of the sword, before she could attack, she was held down by the girl who was half-leaning on her arms.

"You... What do you want? ”

"No... Don't kill. ”

Yuan Qingya sighed, looked at the pear blossom with rain face, and finally lowered her head.

"I just want to teach them a lesson, you can't kill people..."

"Sin is not unto death."

"Besides, stupidity is not a mistake, and I can't represent justice, in their eyes, maybe I and you are wrong."

"But..."

"I don't think so."

When the white-haired girl heard this, she was stunned for a moment, and a smile suddenly appeared on her somewhat sad face.

"You... If you don't think so, that's enough. ”

"Enough..."

"Let's go, get out of here..."

"Hey, I'm going to rely on you in the future, please advise, Kunisa-sama."

"Hmm...."

"From now on, I'm not A-Qing anymore."

"A-Qing died here."

"I am..."

"The master of the hundred stories of strange stories."

"Qingxing Lantern!"