"Squeak, squeak." Shrill voices rang out at the foot of the bed.

Anchen pulled down the quilt buried on his head and found that Ahri had jumped onto the chair where Sindra was sitting just now, and then jumped onto the bed, a pair of eyes looking him up and down.

"Squeak?" Ahri screamed as he pressed his two little paws on Anchen's body.

"Ahem." An Chen choked and said, "I'm fine, but if you keep standing on the bed, you will definitely be unlucky when that woman comes back." ”

"Squeak?" Ahri's ears twitched, would we be afraid of her? He tilted his head and patted his chest: "Squeak." ”

"Well, it's nothing if you're okay." Anchen shrugged his shoulders and looked out the window at the rainy day, it was really beautiful, in the rain, the sun was shining.

Ahri looked at Anchen looking out the window, wagged his tail, and didn't bother her, just quietly lying on Anchen's body and yawning lazily.

"Whoa, whoa."

The raindrops hit the large leaves, making a gentle plucking sound. A figure held a long sword and walked quietly into the forest. He wears a short turquoise mantle on his upper body, and a metal full gauntlet that reflects the luster on his left arm. A wide belt was tied around the waist, and loose trousers with leggings hung down the lower body. The brown and black hair is tied together, and the knife is like a water chestnut with a well-defined face, which looks a little resolute but also a little bitter. The man was holding a long sword in his hand, and it was not appropriate to say that it was a long sword, which looked more like a long knife, and the hilt was carved with a texture like a whirlwind.

The sun had sunk to the ground, leaving the bright moonlight to accompany the long night.

The man holding the sword walked for a long time, and finally stopped at the edge of the forest, lowered his head and muttered for a while, and then asked, "Yongen?" ”

The bush moved, and another black-haired man walked out, but the sword in his hand was already unsheathed and hung by his side: "Yasuo." "The style of the sword is the same as the one in Yasuo's hand, or very similar, except that it lacks the lines of the wind. The young man looked at the man named Yasuo: "Don't run anymore. ”

"Yon, how many times do you want me to say it?" Yasuo's hand was on the hilt of his sword: "I didn't run, I was looking for the truth." ”

"Click." The hilt of the sword is drawn.

"Sen." The sharp blade was drawn, and the cold light illuminated Yasuo's cheeks.

In the rain, the two swordsmen watched each other silently, and the heavy raindrops fell on the wet and soft earth, making a dense sound.

"Then you tell me what the truth is." Yon looked at Yasuo, the rain blurred his vision, Yasuo's figure became blurred, illusory: "The elder died in the Wind Sword Technique, you tell me who else?" ”

Yasuo lowered his eyes and shook his head slightly: "I don't know. ”

"Whew." I don't know whose sigh it is.

Yon bent deeply toward Yasuo. Yasuo's body stiffened, but finally he closed his mouth and bowed.

The sword light began to flicker, piercing the light moonlight. The sword moved in a circle, and the falling raindrops were circled. The two long swords forced the two swordsmen, and they continued to swing, unable to stop.

I don't know how many times, the two of them collected their swords at the same time, and the long swords were held horizontally at their waists, rushing towards each other. Then, draw your sword at the same time.

The wind was blowing, and the wind swept the trees on both sides, causing the forest to shake, and the raindrops in the air were scattered by the wind and became ethereal.

"Dangchang." The sword fell to the ground, and the two fell in the rain, blood seeping through the land that had been stained with enough blood.

Yasuo was once a gifted student at a well-known sword dojo in Ionia, and is currently the only student who can master the legendary sword art of the Wind Resistant. Most people believed that he was destined to be a great hero. However, because of the invasion of Noxus, his fate was changed forever.

Yasuo was tasked with protecting an Ionian elder, but believing that his sword could change the tide of battle, he left his post and threw himself into battle. When he returned to the elder, he found that the elder had been killed.

Yasuo, who was in disgrace, was willing to turn himself in, ready to spend his life to atone for his dereliction of duty. But he was shocked not only by being charged with dereliction of duty, but also by being found guilty of murder, for the murder of an elder. Despite his guilt, he knew that if he didn't act, the real Assassin would get away with it. Yasuo drew his sword and fled from the dojo, knowing full well that by the time he fled, he had committed treason, and that the whole of Ionia would be against him. Caught in a state of true loneliness, he embarks on a journey to find the true culprit of the Elder's murder.

The elder of Ionia died in the sword art of the Wind, but the matter was hastily closed because the matter was not investigated in time for the war. No one noticed that from the wounds covered by the Wind Sword Technique, it could be seen that the sword that killed the elder should have been a heavy sword, not the slender long sword used by Yasuo.

in the room.

I don't know if it was the wind or what, the moonlight swayed softly in the room. An Chen looked at his hands, in a daze. Ahri was lying on the edge of the bed, her tail resting on her own body, and the soft and slender fluff on it was blown by the wind, and she looked very leisurely with a gentle snoring.

Suddenly, Ahri's ears stood up and he stood up alertly.

"Bang." The door pushes open.

Anchen only felt a flower in front of him, and saw Ahri jump out of bed in an instant, lying on the ground with two paws holding his head. An Chen glanced at it with disdain, didn't this guy look completely afraid before?

Sindra walked in, bowl in hand. Looking at Ahri, who was lying on the ground, Sindra smiled and leaned over to it, saying, "If you lie on my bed without my permission, I don't think I would mind adding a foxtail scarf this winter." ”

"Squeak." Ahri hurriedly stretched out his two front paws and waved them to indicate that he would never do it again.

Satisfied, he straightened up and sat on the chair beside An Chen, put the bowl in his hand on the side of the bed, and relieved himself a little: "Although you may not need it, it's better to eat something." ”

An Chen looked at the unknown object in the bowl with a strange face, she finally knew why she could smell a burnt smell when she woke up before.

"Ahem, you did it?"

"Hmm." Sindra nodded, took the bowl, scooped some with a spoon and brought it to Anchen's mouth, and said with a smile: "The first time I cooked for someone else to eat, if you can't eat it, I'll kill you." ”

An Chen looked at the paste-like object in front of him, and his face turned a little blue.

······ Why is there a feeling that if you eat it, you will die?

Thinking about it, Anchen glanced at Sindra, but if he couldn't eat it, he would die.

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Ahem, there has been too much homework recently, and some of it can't be managed, and the pressure is really a bit too much. Hawkers,It's better to keep working hard.。