When I plunged the dagger into his body, my heart suddenly felt redemption like never before.

- Dance

When I was three years old, the master picked me up from an alley full of garbage.

It's strange that I still have memories at that time. And the only memory I have. Because I can't remember who I was abandoned.

Fear, the unknown, and the endless cold. I don't know what I'm going to become. Frozen to death? Eaten by a wild dog? Or even eaten by a street wanderer?

I will never forget the warm embrace of the master that day, like a small sun.

I often wonder who I really am and what am I going to do. What is the meaning of my survival?

Moreover, I naively thought that in this world, this continent called the realm of kings, there are only two people, me and my master.

Burial Flower Valley.

Origin and fate are born and extinguished, and flowers bloom and fall.

Burial Flower Valley, this is my residence, and it is also my master's residence, but this is not my home.

Here, there are endless trees, vast meadows under clear skies, babbling streams, pavilions, and pavilions full of elegance but loneliness.

In the middle of the valley is the master's favorite peach forest.

The master taught me beautiful and elegant dancing every day, accompanied by a cappella song blessed with the power of the demonic way, and how to use the dagger and long sword, hidden between the two flick sleeves, and those hidden slaughters were quietly sent out between my soft and shallow singing.

"Cicada, you are beautiful"

"Cicada, in this world, you can only believe in yourself"

"Cicada, you remember, you have to protect yourself. Whatever happens, you have to keep yourself alive first. ”

Cicada, this is the name that the master gave me for as long as I can remember.

Diao.

I've always thought the name was beautiful, like the annual funeral flower feast in the peach grove in the Valley of Burial Flowers.

The tidbits scattered in the sky drifted with the wind with the light song and dance that the master taught me, they were swept up into the sky, they were hidden in the clouds, they... Falling like drifting snow.

As for the master's words, I naturally obey my words, no matter what the order. The master told me to live, so I naturally wanted to live.

……

This year, I turned eighteen.

The master and I sat in the peach forest, he used his warm palm to ** my long hair, his fingertips touched my face through the green silk, and he said to me with rare gentleness: "Cicada, wait a while, your cousin is coming." ”

The master's face changed suddenly, and the corners of his mouth lifted an evil arc, "You go to see him, and then, kill him." ”

Master's fingertips became cold, and my face ached.

I nodded silently, in this lonely pavilion road, touching my face to feel the warmth but fleeting coldness, and suddenly there was a trace of confusion in my heart.

Where do I have any cousins.

Inexplicably confused.

I stood up and let out a rare sigh.

"Master told me to kill him..."

"Then kill him"

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……

From the first time my cousin saw me, with his gentle eyes, I knew that he was in love with me.

The master told me more than once how charming my appearance was. Pleasure? I don't know what Allure is, I just know that I'm beautiful, but what is beauty?

Now that I look at my cousin's reaction to me, I understand.

Oh, it turns out that it's fascinating, and it's beauty that is deep in it, hehe... In this case, the things that the master explained will be easier to do.

A hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth was looked at by the so-called cousin in front of him, and his eyebrows were raised, revealing tenderness without a trace.

I didn't dodge his caresses.

It's a good opportunity, but it's too much of a monotony for me to let him stay in Funeral Valley forever so easily.

So, I tilted my head to look at the pavilion.

"Sister Cicada, do you want to go to the pavilion with me for a walk?"

And so it was.

I looked at his earnest way towards me, and a sudden feeling of pity felt in my heart.

The man in front of him, with his long hair tied behind his head, and the jade tree in the wind, his air was lofty, elegant and chic. Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, heroic face is very handsome.

But wait a minute, I'm going to kill him.

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……

"I like you. Cicada, marry me. ”

Sitting in the gazebo, I listened to him talk about his love for an hour, but I just smiled and remained indifferent, and he finally couldn't help but hold my hand.

I was slightly taken aback, feeling the warmth of his palm.

It's like a master.

I leaned lightly on top of him, my cheek pressed against his chest, but there was not a trace of turmoil in my heart.

Knock-knock-knock

His heart was beating faster and faster, his breathing was rapid, and his hands were shaking as he hugged me.

I knew my chance had come.

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……

I will never disobey my master's orders.

When I was five years old, my master asked me to kill my cat. I cried so much that I didn't understand why I was doing this. At that time, the master looked at me with a cold and merciless gaze that I still did not want to see again, and I was terrified. I didn't want to disobey the master's orders, and between the kitten and the master, I naturally chose the master. So, I cut off the kitten's head with a dagger with my own hands.

When I was seven years old, my master took me out of the valley, and after I finally learned that there were not only me and my master in this continent called the realm of kings, I killed a wanderer on the side of the street. Because the master told me that in this world, the weak do not deserve to live.

At the age of twelve, he was ordered by his master to go out of the valley to kill a man whose official position seemed to be not small. Only then did I realize that the master's profession was an assassin and a killer.

During the mission, due to the strong martial arts of the opponent's guards and the large number of people, I almost died.

Luckily, I had a veil over my face at the time.

After recuperating for a long time, I approached the man by disguising myself as an abandoned orphan. Because I know that this man has no children.

It took me almost two years to complete this task.

I'll never forget the look of despair on his face when my dagger slashed across his neck.

Thirteen years old......

Fourteen years old......

Fifteen years old......

Eighteen years old.

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……

Is it because his palms are as warm as his master's?

He looked at the dagger that had been pierced into his abdomen in amazement, his eyes full of pain and incredulity.

"Cicadas...... You...... Why ......"

He grabbed the corner of my coat tightly and asked me weakly.

My heart suddenly became incomparably clear, and looking into his eyes, my face showed tenderness for the first time. I gently stroked his hair with my hand, just like a master touching me.

……

……

"Cicada, you're doing a good job."

The master looked at me, nodded appreciatively, and gently held me in his arms.

I didn't say anything, just quietly sacrificed the dagger.