"Seraph, in recent years, everyone has called her Seraph. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Huang Yan said, "But there should have been a title before, before she used the Sun Flame. I heard that Su Ya used to use knives because of her lack of control over the Sun Flame. ”

Is it called Aota? Qingtian is just the name of her demon sword, I can't remember.

"Seraph? Barely passable, if the title is determined by me, I will call her the prince, don't you think Sister Su is particularly handsome? The flame illuminates my way, and the blade removes the scales of your rebellion, super handsome! ”

"Pay attention to the image, the peach blossoms in your eyes are about to fly out."

"Ahem, reserved, I'm reserved."

Tang Dou said: "Sister Su told me in the past that she didn't have a weapon because of her ability. I didn't expect her to be so powerful with a knife, and I like her more and more! ”

"Tang Dou, you haven't been in school for a long time, but as soon as you entered school, you and Su Ya were like glue and inseparable. You should have known Su Ya long before entering school, and you usually see that you are always clinging to her, and you are like a fart everywhere you go. ”

"You're a fart, your whole family is a fart. Death Mask Perverted Monster! Tang Dou grimaced.

Hey, I'm angry, but the other party is a girl, and as a gentleman, Huang Yan can't talk back, and he has to keep smiling.

Although no one can see it.

Huang Yan snorted and said, "How did you and Su Ya meet, I'm a little curious, how did she meet your living treasure." ”

"I won't tell you, I won't let you do those crooked things!" Tang Dou resolutely refused, and his tone could not be changed.

"Say, uncle wants to hear it." Huang Yan was really curious.

"Fuck off!"

Tang Dou has the most perfect movie in his mind, which is the story of her and Su Ya, so she won't tell anyone else.

In that scene, the prince came to look for her princess.

The world seems to have been sealed in dust for a long time, covered with a heavy leaden gray, so oppressive that people can't breathe.

The girl's heart was beating faster and faster, but her breathing was getting slower. Someone grabbed her by the neck and let her struggle.

She looked up, and the occasional blue sky was the most precious treasure, so pure that she wanted to cry - the girl was really crying.

There are many divisions of power in the no-man's land, and this is the border that is spurned and forgotten by the people, and the dirty and poor people who are weak and powerless gather here into small communities, like slums.

There is no law, there is no order, there is only constant hunger and the fear of death. But even in the colony of down-and-out wanderers, they still follow the natural law of the jungle. Every day, in every dim, damp corner - if the gaps between the broken houses could be called a street corner - there is a never-ending fight.

"It's not fun to die all at once." It was said.

So, the girl was pushed into a corner by the boys, or rather, kicked into the corner. They pulled her hair, pressed her head hard into the dirt, punched and kicked, and showed no mercy.

Reason? Of course there is, the boys say, because she's a mourning dog, a disgusting, dirty mourning dog.

Those annoying and wasteful dogs should be dragged into the corner of the street to "rest", let alone a dog with the ability to be abominable.

"The broom star that kills my parents, and the mourning dog who begs all day long." A boy kept spitting.

"No, Boss, we'll do this kind of thing too. Is there anything wrong with begging? Another boy said.

"Dare to talk back? Beat him up! ”

The inhabitants of no-man's land have always done anything to clear the hidden dangers that threaten them. They have different faces before and after, and lies come as soon as they open their mouths. But they would genuinely congratulate each other every day – "Congratulations to all of us for another day!" ”

It's just that this "everyone" obviously did not include the girl in front of them.

Well, in addition to the girls, in the small group of boys, "everyone" is just one less person.

The boy who spoke back just now has been killed, and it seems that he usually does not have a good relationship with his "brothers".

The girl bit her lower lip and struggled to raise her head, even though her eyes were blurred by tears, she could still see the syrupy resentment in the boys' eyes.

They are angry.

"People like you, why don't you hurry up and die?"

"You killed one of our brothers, you lost dog!"

The perennial piles of sleeping dust on street corners were awakened by the fighting, as if they were screaming and flying in all directions, staining the already tattered clothes of the girls and boys.

Are you going to die? The girl closed her eyes and listened to the resentful curses around her, which pulsed in her ears, alternating and spinning.

Really......

She was just an outcast and no one wanted to be with her.

"Hey!"

A slender shadow appeared at the intersection.

The boys looked back at the mysterious comer.

It was a very beautiful girl, with a delicate face, short shoulder-length hair, and bright clothes, forming an abrupt bright color in this monotonous and gray world, obviously not belonging to this dirty world.

It's like a ray of sunshine, struck hard in the world of black and white movies.

The boys, who were called "hooligans," pounced on the maiden like wolves that had found lambs. The girl looked at them disdainfully, holding out her finger ahead. Her mouth sings ancient and sacred incantations, like ancient ballads, and every character celebrates dignity.

Wherever her fingertips were, the light shimmered, and the converging light continued to expand.

The boys were then greeted by a sun that was too bright - the slum dwellers had never seen such a dazzling light.

Crashes, flashes, and heat waves swept through the neighborhood. Like the legendary sun that fell into the sky, that light burned everyone's eyes.

Once, the girl kept fantasizing in the dark time: I am not a lost dog, I am actually a princess in a foreign land. One day, my prince will come and pick me up on a white horse...... What if he came by car? What if you come on foot? I can't pretend I don't know him.

He is my prince, how could I not know him?

No matter how he came about, he will definitely show up when I need him most. There is a thousand rays of light behind him, and there is a warm sun where he is!

Prince......

Before her consciousness drifted away, she saw the girl sitting quietly in front of her, a pair of burgundy pupils shining like a campfire in the night.

"What's your name?" Suya asked.

“…… Tang Dynasty...... Beans...... Beans...... Bean ......"

"It's weird...... Your parents didn't care about it at all. Suya smiled, and the sun's gilded gilded edges rendered the world gloomy. On that day, a prince lived in Tang Dou's heart.

After a moment of distraction, my mind returns from memory to reality.

Tang Dou told Huang Yan: "Sister Su and I have known each other for a long time, and we have been separated for a while after going through a lot of things. Later, I went to the capital of abstinence to find her, and by the way, I joined the Nai Ho Bridge School. ”

Huang Yan was surprised: "It's so short, what do you say about the Book of Heaven?" ”

Tang Dou carried Barrett to the emperor and said, "Sister Su is my prince, and she is my woman." If you dare to hit her, I'll shoot you with one shot! ”

Huang Yan raised his hands, said in a very helpless tone, "I know." ”

Tang Dou carried Barrett on her shoulder, she planned to find a good sniper position, without Su Ya's strong combat power, she couldn't be sure if she could defeat Lao Zhang steadily.

Huang Yan looked at her back, her swaying double ponytail with Barrett, a murderous weapon.

Everyone's back is different, and everyone's back will give a different and unique feeling. There is stability, dependence, trust, and worry.

From a broad perspective, there are two kinds of backs: one is life and the other is death.