Chapter Forty-Nine: Manju Sawa
"Jasmine, that guy really left like that!"
A man stepped out of the shadows, gently touching the beard on his chin, with a hint of sigh in his eyes, looking up at the broken barrier in the sky, not knowing what to think.
"She's still a very headstrong girl! I want to control her, alas! It's even harder. Even though she is your daughter and really left, those of us who watched her grow up can't help but feel a little sad. β
A middle-aged man followed the man's steps and walked out, then followed the man's gaze to the sky, his eyes flickering slightly.
"She's going to be fine. After all, none of us could catch her, so I had to let her go. Even if I don't allow it, according to her temperament, she will leave quietly, it's better to let her leave openly, so that she will be less rebellious! β
Having said that, a trace of worry flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. The bearded man looked at the sky and asked softly.
"How long have these days been?"
"I can't remember, it's been many years! These demons attack every month or two, but when they don't, we can't find them, no matter how much we look for them. We can only persevere, but from the past to the present, we have persisted for a long time. I miss those peaceful days! It's a pity ......"
The middle-aged man sighed, with helplessness but a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.
"Yes, it's been a few years before I know it, and I can't remember some things clearly. It's just that the kid has grown so big before he knows it. β
The man looked at the sky and clenched his fists. He gritted his teeth, a hint of cruelty in his pupils.
"I'm going to ......"
"Boom!"
Under the disbelieving gaze of the middle-aged man and the man, a huge flame fell from the shattered barrier, and then the flames bloomed on the ground, and the scorching heat turned everything to ashes.
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The bald man gently patted the back of his daughter in his arms, humming a familiar tune in his mouthβthat was what Sakura had just hummed.
The girl in her arms opened her eyes at some point, and she looked at her father, who was hugging her, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a smile as beautiful as a crescent moon.
As if sensing his daughter's awakening, the bald man patted her back lightly and said with a hint of pampering.
"Alright! Come down when you wake up, hold you, it's weird! β
Then gently place her on the ground.
The little girl puffed out her mouth in dissatisfaction, and her round face was as pink as a bun. She snorted softly and turned her head to walk in the direction of her home not far away.
The bald man smiled, and just as he was about to take a step, he felt an inexplicable crisis. He struggled to turn his head to look behind him, and a large flame slowly magnified in his eyes.
"Danger!"
He yelled, then instantly came to the little girl's side and crushed her to the ground. Then he quickly rolled under a corner not far away, and then held his daughter tightly in his arms.
"Father...... I...... It's out of breath......"
The little girl blushed and tried to struggle. But how could she, who had never received any training, break free from her battle-hardened father's arms.
But in the next moment, she was quiet. She felt the wetness running down her face. She was stunned for a moment and tried to reach out her little hand to wipe it, but found that her little hand was tightly held by her father.
Her little face was flushed, but her voice was soft.
"Father?"
Then, the infinite flames engulfed everything around them. The scorching heat seeped in, but her body didn't suffer any harm - because her father had kept her firmly inside.
There was only a patch of red in her eyes, I don't know if it was the red of the tumbling flames or the red of blood. There was only red, drowning her.
The flames came and went as fast as they could, and for some reason, the huge flames disappeared in just a moment.
The whole world fell silent, and there was no sound except for the heartbeat of one person.
The little girl seemed to be stunned, and her entire cheek was soaked in blood. If it weren't for the breath that was still there, I'm afraid that others would have regarded her as a dead person long ago.
It was as if he felt her breathing, and the other heart was beating, but the sound was like a twilight bell, just a return to the light.
"Survived! So ......"
The voice stopped abruptly, and then the little girl found that her hands were tightly hugging her and let go. Wordless tears flowed, and at this moment, she would rather these hands continue to hold her breathlessly as they had just done.
Her little hands trembled, not knowing if it was because of the physical pain or the scars on her soul. She gently placed her small hand on the face of the man in front of her, but felt an incomparably hot temperature. Subconsciously, she withdrew her hand and let out a cry of pain. But without hesitation, she pressed her hands to her father's cheeks again, staring at her eyes blurred with blood.
"Father!"
There was no response as usual, only a dead silence echoing in her ears.
"Father! Father! Father! Father! ......β
She screamed, she screamed. She didn't care about the hot temperature on her father's body, her immature little hands hugged his neck tightly, and then the whole person was sticking to it. She didn't care about the sharp pain caused by the scorching temperature, in her heart, all she had at this moment was the faint warmth of her father's arms.
A sudden force came and forced her to separate from her father. She was about to scream, but she saw someone wearing a pink dress.
She froze, tears streaming uncontrollably, diluting the blood from her cheeks. The visitor gently wiped the blood from her cheeks with his sleeve, then moved his eyes to the shocking scars on her body and whispered.
"It's all right. Why? If you get yourself dirty, you're not cute. β
Her hand gently caressed the little girl's body, and the gloves she wore glowed white, healing the scars on the little girl's body.
"Father, he ......"
The visitor glanced at the bald man next to him, who still had a hint of a smile, then took off his gloves and gently placed them on the man.
"Was this even expected? Am I the one in control of my destiny, or are you? Feather! β
There was a hint of anger in the voice, and then she looked into the void and commanded softly.
"Take care of this man, I know you have the ability."
Then she suddenly disappeared in place.
A crack suddenly cracked in the void, and a black-haired girl fell to the ground crying and laughing. Then she saw this, sighed slightly, and was about to say something, only to find that the terrible scars on the man's body were slowly recovering.
She couldn't help but focus on the pair of gloves on the man's chest and smiled bitterly.
"Who the hell are you?"
Sakura appeared in mid-air, then swept her gaze to several places around her, tilting her head slightly, revealing a cruel smile.
"Congratulations, you've me off! Well, I'll be desperate to make a move. It's time for the pursuer and the hunted to swap identities! β
Several creatures with powerful breaths slowly stepped out of the void, which couldn't help but make the people below tremble.
The middle-aged man below looked at the sky in amazement, and his voice trembled a little.
"What kind of monster is this?"
"How do I know?"
The same trembling voice replied.
"Is that you? Is it you who detonated the flames on the ground? β
Sakura asked softly with a cross-shaped sword in her right hand, tilting her head. Her voice was calm, as calm as that of an executioner, and she looked with a look of pity at a fiery red figure not far away.
"What about me?"
The figure laughed wildly, but stopped halfway through. He felt an inexplicable fear, and then slowly confronted the human in front of him, whom he regarded as the object of pursuit.
"If yes, then say: farewell!"
A faint voice sounded from Sakura's mouth, and then she lifted the cross sword in her hand, slowly crossed her neck, and slashed it hard.
Immediately, blood poured out from the hideous wound, down the blade of the sword, to her hands, and to her whole body.
The fiery red figure burst out laughing, and then several figures around him let out the same arrogant laugh.
"This guy ...... This guy turned out to be ...... Cough! How...... What's going on? β
His eyes widened suddenly, his hands clutched at his neck, and his entire body exploded, turning into red powder and scattering everywhere.
The whole world fell silent in an instant, and they turned their gaze to the girl with a shudder.
There are no scars.
Her neck was still bare-white, standing proudly in the wind like a swan. She covered her mouth and smiled softly, but in the eyes of those demons, she was like a real demon, so she deprived the world of everything.
"As I said, you've me off! So I'm going to be crazy next! As a word of caution, any piece of the piece that I slashed with my sword will turn into powder the next moment like the ant just now! β
The next moment, she threw the sword in her hand, streaked a strange trajectory through the air, and then slashed at a black figure at an impossible angle.
As she had just said, the figure also instantly turned to powder and scattered in all directions.
After slashing at the black figure, the cross sword returned to Sakuramu's hand with an incredible rebound.
She silently glanced at the frightened faces around her and whispered.
"Run! Although ......"
She threw the crossbow again, another demon turned into powder, and she sniffled.
"You can't escape!"
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"Is this guy so strong? Her use of fate is not at all like a master of fate who has only been used for two or three years! β
Yu looked at this scene and couldn't laugh or cry.
But it's true, as she said, that the relationship between the pursuer and the hunted has been reversed. Never mind...... Go with the flow! But this time, she was really angry! I hope that those so-called demons can be in this state...... Sakuramu survives in her hands! β
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