In the open space among the reeds, the three of them were separated by more than 20 meters, and the middle ravines were everywhere.

Not far away, the cat bared its teeth again, its tail stood straight up, the tip of its tail was divided into two tufts that kept shaking, the hair on its body was no longer supple, there were scorched black scars in several places, and frost was still hanging on its beard.

While dodging the giant dog's attack, it paid attention to the situation on the main battlefield, its yellow vertical pupils were full of anxiety, but its tired body couldn't break through the blockade of the dogs and crows in front of it.

"Miss, you can pull the Spirit Bow twice at most, and then you can only fall to the ground completely and be slaughtered. If you surrender now and go back with us, you will still have a little dignity. Ryuji Ishimamoto, who was also covered in blood, opened the folding fan in a dashing manner, but was embarrassed to find that the fan with the famous painting had long been broken, and only the wooden skeleton remained.

Xiaoxiao bit her lip, hung down her longbow, tried her best to suppress the uncontrollable tremor of her right hand, and said fiercely: "The battle is like chess, it is useless to fight with the mouth, as long as I am still standing, you have to continue to end the game." ”

Nagamura Hideki didn't look at Xiaoxiao at all, and he stared at the reeds in the distance beside Ryuji Ishimoto in a daze, as if none of these things had anything to do with him now.

Ryuji Ishimoto didn't trust him at first, and every time he was in danger, he actually kept his own means of escape. But in the battle, it was gradually discovered that although he was a muddy young man, he did not disappoint at a critical moment.

At least a good combat partner.

"Miss, you seem to have forgotten that for a long time when you were studying art, I was your teacher in the control and application of spiritual power. I can see through your current spiritual power situation almost at a glance, and I can't hide it. Ryuji Ishimoto said unhurriedly, "After all, you are the adopted daughter of the head of the family, and I don't want to make a situation too embarrassing, so please surrender to your son." ”

Xiaoxiao didn't pay attention to him, but turned her head, looked at Nagamura Hideki with a complicated expression, and said softly: "You comprehended the 'inch'?" I thought...... It will take years before you can master the 'inch'. ”

Nagamura Hideki turned a deaf ear and began to look up again to study the stars in the sky.

"There is no need to play the emotional card, it is undeniable that many people in the family have deep feelings for you, Miss." Ryuji Ishimoto slowly smoothed out the messy shirt and tucked the hem into his pants, "I'm sure there will be some people who will defect when fighting you, but that doesn't include Nagamura-kun. ”

Smile's eyes began to darken, and she remembered when she was a little girl.

At that time, she was not tall enough to step on a low stool to work on the operating table.

Nagamura Hideki is also a young boy, and because his food is often snatched by other orphans, he looks malnourished and thin.

He lay on the cold platform, and all the knots in his body had been sealed by the servants who had brought him, and he couldn't even blink an eye.

A pair of eyes stared blankly at the operating lamp above, revealing a dead gray.

Xiaoxiao still remembers his eyes, without a trace of anger. She was a little scared and timid, but still under the cold gaze of Ryuji Ishimoto behind her, she raised her small hand, condensed a spirit blade like a scalpel, took a deep breath, and slashed his chest.

The blade was burning as it was cutting, and at the same time it was healing, and wherever the blade went, the skin and muscles immediately bloomed, and at the same time, they were scorched by the heat, so that the blood would not flow out.

After the stroke, the burn was treated for seven or eight points, and it did not become charred and ugly.

This is a small technique developed by Ryuji Ishimoto, and it is suitable for experiments on living subjects, but he does not care about the pain that the test subjects endure when they are repeatedly injured and treated.

"You're right, if I were him, I would have been cut by a thousand cuts." Xiaoxiao's messy hair hung down in front of his forehead, covering his eyes, "But why did he go on a mission with you?" ”

"Today, unlike in the past, the head of the family held a sacrifice of a hundred ghosts, and Kai Grace allowed twelve selected members of the family to participate in the ceremony. For example, like me, the thickness of my spiritual power and the strength of Shikijin have increased. However, if you get the most benefits, in addition to Kitada, who is already a high-end combat power, the next is Nagasura-kun. Ryuji Ishimoto felt that Miss's mental defense was collapsing, and said even more proudly, "Nagamura-kun absorbed a lot of soul power during the ceremony, not only did his spiritual strength increase a lot, but he also comprehended the 'inch'...... From then on, his sword could break through the shackles of space and slash anywhere in sight. ”

"According to my father's usual practice, he is no longer a dead soldier now."

"Yes, Nagamura-kun is no longer a dead man who has no freedom and no right to life, his status is on par with me, and he is the retainer that the head of the family relies on the most." Ryuji Ishimoto said disapprehantly, "Besides, although he and I have different philosophies, there has never been any major conflict...... After all, it was you, Miss, who tortured him for three days and three nights. ”

smiled and was speechless, whether or not he was forced by the pressure of his family and Ryuji Ishimoto, it was indeed himself who stabbed that thin body.

"It's almost dawn, let's get this over soon." Ryuji Ishimoto took out a charm from nowhere, and he was about to cast a spell to hold the young lady.

Suddenly, Nagamura Hideki, who had been fuguing on the sidelines, stretched out his hand to stop him, and then silently took a step forward.

Ryuji Ishimoto frowned, thought for a moment and put away the charm.

Well, since this kid wants to hold the young lady with his own hands, let him do it. Anyway, as long as it doesn't hurt his life, even if there are some injuries, it can be inferred that he has nothing to do with himself.

Ryuji Ishimoto stood with his hands down and decided to watch the play safely on the side.

Nagamura Hideki raised his head, and his eyes finally focused on Xiaoxiao.

"Do you remember the first time we met?"

Xiaoxiao nodded silently.

The first time the two met, they were in the laboratory and spent three days together.

Nagamura smiled evilly, picked up the red short blade that he had been holding in his hand, and stroked the blade with his other hand.

"After the sacrifice of the hundred ghosts, the head of the house gave me this knife, and said that this knife was used by you before."

Xiaoxiao's throat was a little hoarse, and he whispered, "Yes, its name is Butterfly." ”

"It seems like it's going to be fun to do this with your knife." Nagamura's smile grew bigger and bigger, as if he had really found a particularly fun time.

Suddenly, he vanished into thin air.

Ryuji Ishimoto looked around with amusement, betting with himself on which direction Hideki's knife from Nagamura would appear.

Straight ahead.

A short red blade named Butterfly appears from the front.

As soon as he simply passed it forward, the blade, which did not look very sharp, was inserted into the heart.

It was so light that it was like cutting into a piece of tofu, and even Ryuji Ishimoto, whose heart was cut, didn't feel too much.

Until a bundle of blood flowed down the blood groove to the hilt of the knife, and then across the blade, dripping to the ground.

One drop, one drop.

Many years ago, two lines of warm tears were drawn on a girl's jade face, dripping into a boy's open chest.

Dripping on the beating but cold heart.

Also

One drop, one drop.