Literally. ”

Luo Lao looked back and asked suspiciously: "Don't you understand?"

After a brief silence, Yuan Yuan replied, "I ...... I don't think there's anything wrong with that. ”

"That's okay, who in this world hasn't had a little problem, right?" Luo Lao said indifferently: "At best, it's just that life is not happy." ”

You don't feel happy when you pick up your sword, and you don't feel peace when you put it down.

Whenever I am alone, I feel indescribably dazed and frightened.

Like a lost person, he wanders repeatedly and hesitates.

"Let me guess ......"

The old man pinched his chin and thought, and his smile became more and more evil: "Could it be, even you think of yourself as a 'good boy' in other people's mouths, right?"

Yuan Yuan did not speak.

"You're from the original family, right?" Luo Lao asked, "I've met your uncle before, why don't you look like him at all?"

"Women and men are always different. ”

"Really?" Luo Lao was puzzled, "but why do I always hear about it...... Are the women of the original family crazier than the men?"

This is the blood of the struggle that belongs to the original family.

The bloodline inherited from the wars, fights, and brutal selections of the fittest a few years ago is simply the most perfect machine of violence.

Even from elementary school, from kindergarten...... From the day you are weaned, you will begin to experience an uncontrollable violent impulse.

It is a struggle inscribed in nature.

The corresponding method adopted by the Hara clan was not to suppress, but to try to use this power in the right way. If the struggle is despicable, then seek a nobler way of fighting, a way to deal with it that can do both.

But no amount of dazzling aura and glory can erase its cruel nature.

So it is for men.

The same should be true for women.

My father is like this, my uncle is like this, my uncle is like this, my aunt is like this, and everyone is the same, including Hara.

Only the original cause is completely different.

Since childhood, he has been quiet and calm, calm and mature, just like someone else's child. Downright and generous, honest and dignified, never cause trouble to the family, well-behaved and not like words.

"But that's not right, right?"

Luo Lao said mockingly, "You are just restraining yourself, restraining yourself...... Restraint is not bad, but you know in your heart that you have not succeeded.

You're just overly obsessed with the image of a good boy and confusing it with yourself. ”

"You are different from your teacher, who simply uses violence as a means to an end, and takes it for granted that others have the same unreasonable self-control as yourself, and therefore are unaware of your suffering.

But you should know that you are not the same as him......"

The old man saw through the weakest part of the girl in front of him at a glance, and told her coldly: "You don't have such a strong pillar and strength in your heart, and you can't suppress this nature, which is too large and fierce for reason. ”

You can't be him. ”

"You haven't even been who you really are. ”

In the silence, Yuan Yuan clenched his weapon, but he was powerless to refute.

Only the blade roared with rage.

"Little girl, one day you will understand the meaning of this sword that your family has given you. ”

Before leaving, the old man took one last look at the sword in her hand, the blade of the beast that was dubbed 'Mountain King'.

No matter how ferocious the beast is, after being put in a cage, it is just an ornament to enjoy.

"Always, let the tiger go back to the mountain......"

Get rid of it.

Also free you.

At that moment, in a brief moment of distraction, Yuan Yuan couldn't help but raise his head and stare at the dark night sky overhead.

There were no stars in sight, and it was dim.

But in the midst of the noise and roaring, a loud hallucinatory noise was heard.

The echo of the distant echo sounded, a secret call that only she knew.

The mountains are moving!

In the midst of the blade, a fierce spirit roared, echoing in her ears.

At that moment, there was a high-pitched sound of gold and iron colliding, tearing everyone's eardrums!

The girl in the gray dress stepped forward, slashing through those ridiculous defenses like duckweed, and as the blade of the mountain lord slashed, the hurricane burst out from within reach, and the tyranny spread.

In an instant, the winner was decided.

A gentle trill, like the chirping of strings, rose from her hand, adding an indescribable tenderness to the tragic scene full of devastation.

The blood of the struggle belonging to the original family gradually boiled in this melody, bringing indescribable pleasure.

It was in the reflection of the smooth blade that she saw such an unfamiliar face.

In the reflection, the girl was also looking at her, a cruel smile appeared on her beautiful face, and the color in her eyes gradually became scarlet, no longer dignified.

That's herself.

"If it's in nature, why be afraid?"

She murmured softly, closed her eyes, and exhaled the scorching heat in her guts.

But when the pupils of those eyes were raised again, they became cold and cruel, and there was no warmth anymore.

The mountain king in the cage roared silently, breaking free from the last shackles!

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry. ”

Yuan Yuan raised his eyes, hooked his finger at the enemies in front of him, and launched an invitation: "So, it doesn't matter if you go together......"

Smile at the angry faces.

It's like bowing to the audience before the opening.

This is the final rite.

It doesn't matter how big the audience is, it doesn't matter how enthusiastic it is.

- The predator's performance has just begun!

At that moment, the blade fell, and the cold chill spread with the silent melody, plundering the temperature, making this coldness seep into everyone's bone marrow in an instant.

Like a blizzard descending, under the rhythm of gradual violence, everything is hurrying towards a desolate demise.

I couldn't help but shudder from the illusion of the snowstorm.

Concerto for the Four Seasons – Winter!

Breaking down barriers, the re-sublimated 'playing method' and the girl's sword blade are reproduced here, spreading from a scene that borders on slaughter.

Step by step.

No matter how many enemies there are.

The tyrannical and solemn scene almost frightened all the watching souls, and rudely and bluntly conveyed this beauty belonging to power and art to every trembling heart.

Destroy all opponents,

Break down the people who stand in your way step by step.

The wounds left by those blade slashes could not stop her, but the predators in the cold winter became more and more ferocious and cruel.

Blood splattered on the gray skirt like a flame burning in the mist.

The sound of roars and roars continued and then quickly disappeared, except for the high-pitched sound of metal crashing and the muffled sound of falling to the ground.

I can no longer use my eyes to catch the figure that is as swift as lightning, but when I close my eyes and are no longer confused by the chaotic scene, I can feel the rhythm and beauty hidden in the battle.

"It's like playing, it's wonderful. ”

In the distance, on the top floor of the building, the old samurai looked down from afar, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "It's really rare to be so skilled...... Have you found out where it came from?"

"It's supposed to be someone from the Mixed Race Alliance, and it seems to be a student of the King of Tamba. ”

Another overseer from the dojo replied, "The king of Tamba should not be underestimated to be able to teach such a good talent." ”

Who doesn't know that the Lord of the Alliance was never a fuel-efficient lamp?

The emotion at this moment suddenly made everyone smile bitterly, "Now it seems that Tanba, who has just been rebuilt, also wants to meddle in the affairs of Huangquan Hirasaka?"

"Sword hunting is not limited to one place, as long as you come with a sword, whether you are good or evil, men, women and children, you can try it...... This is the dojo's rule. ”

The old man lowered his eyes and stared at the blood-stained girl on the long street: "All we have to do is pay attention to the sword hunt, and we don't need to care about other things now." ”

Attentively admiring the beautiful scenery, admiring the changes in footwork and tricks.

Everyone here is a master and talent who has been immersed in the dojo for many years, and only now can they appreciate the preciousness of this skill.

"Even the opponent's counterattacks are incorporated into his strategy, and everything is consistent with all the changes, and the ability to control it so exquisitely is amazing. ”

The person next to him sighed: "Although I have seen many more tragic scenes, such a harsh duel and quick victory, even if it is Benkei back then, is it just like that?"

Benkei?

"Where is this strange monk?"

The old samurai shook his head and smiled, "If you want me to say, it's clearly Momiji!"

For a moment, it was as if you were in the deep magic realm of Shinshu Togaku.

Scarlet everywhere.

I can't tell if it's falling maple leaves or blood.

Under the background of maple leaves and blood, that dignified and cold face also became enchanting, so charming, like a demon dye......

It's just that this gorgeous enough to sting the eyes comes at the cost of tragic casualties and wails.

Someone sighed, "Do you want to call the prepared first responders?"

"Not necessarily. ”

The old warrior said indifferently: "You can't even beat the waste of a group fight, just crawl to the hospital by yourself, and you can have a longer memory, besides...... Isn't there a single person who is dead?"

Everyone, fell silent.

Unbelievable.

But when they widened their eyes and looked closely, they found that it was just as Fan Dai said: it looked so tragic, but in fact, there was still no death under the blade.

Even in the face of such a huge gap between friends and enemies, in such a chaotic duel, there is still room for opponents.

That's not a tiger returning to the mountain, at best, it's just a tiger hurting people, and the shackles that control the nature of struggle are still in her hands.

Retract and release freely.

There was no loss of control.

"The afterlife is terrifying......"

The old warrior sighed, waved his sleeves, and turned to leave.

The results have already been foreseen.

There won't be the slightest bit of suspense......

From the moment she arrived here with a chair, it was destined that there would only be one winner tonight on Central Avenue.

Ten minutes later, Yuan Yuan waved his hand calmly, shaking away the last trace of sticky blood from the blade.

The mountain lord returned to his cage again.

So tame.

In the dead silence, behind her, the people of the paper group carried a stretcher and loaded the last warrior who fainted and fainted into an ambulance and took him away.

Only a spreading blood red was left, and countless terrible iron lights.

"The total number of swords, three hundred and seventy-one. ”

The cabin in the forest pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and clapped his hands in admiration:

"Congratulations, Yuanyuan, who became famous in a fight. ”

In less than an hour, the sword hunting incident on Chuo Street was like a bomb and set off an unprecedented shock in Hironaka, Huangquan.

In less than twenty minutes, more than 16 samurai who had embarked on the path of sword hunting were defeated here, and a total of 92 challengers faced the most complete defeat in front of one person.

The title of 'Momijihime' spread far and wide, and it spread in everyone's ears.

I don't know how many people looked at Tanbo in amazement when they woke up, marveling at the handwriting of the Lord of the Alliance, wondering if this was a sign of this new round of storms.

And in the treatment room on the ground floor of the Chalcedony Pavilion, Huai Shi bit the thread scissors, and the tweezers in her hand pulled the sutures and tied a bow beautifully.

Finally, use shears to cut off the excess.

"It's done, just rest for two days, and there will be no scars. ”

Huai Shi put down the tool, stretched out his hand, and rubbed Yuan Yuan's hair: "Thank you for your hard work...... Do you want a late-night snack?"

Yuan Yuan thought for a moment and nodded.

"Good. ”

When I followed the teacher, I couldn't help but smile.

Because he quietly did something bad and didn't let the teacher know.

Under another night sky, the cabin in the woods hung up the phone and couldn't help but rub his hands.

Full of anticipation.

It's time to start doing bad things......

After the two watches, this paragraph was written in the hotel for a whole day

By the way, I recommend "Those Things That Live in Marvel", which is very rare, and directly skips the timeline and major events of the movie, both the lines and the narrative style are more inclined to American comics. Friends who like Marvel Comics should not miss it, and people like me who don't like to read Marvel Comics very much are also very refreshing.

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