Ignoring the soreness in her buttocks and the dizziness under the shock, Xiao Leng Niu'er quickly reached for the root of her thighs - the poison-soaked blade was also enough to take the life of the person in front of her!

But I heard a cunning voice suddenly explode in my ears!

"Are you looking for it?"

The tone is extremely playful, like a bad adult who likes to tease children, shaking the lollipop he snatched, staring at the crying child and laughing.

Yu Guang subconsciously swept away, and she was surprised to notice that the leggings with all the blades appeared in the hands of the enemy because she didn't know why!

When??? Xiao Leng Niu'er couldn't help but open her lips, only to feel that her scalp was numb, because even after countless lives and deaths, she didn't notice the slightest abnormality.

Wrong!!!

But in the next second, she realized that something was wrong, because the feeling of having an object tied to the base of her thigh couldn't be faked!

Her weapons are still there!

Realizing the scheme, she moved even more, quickly reaching for the weapon!

But that momentary pause alone was enough for Lu Mingfei to realize the method of defeating the enemy that he had already decided.

The little cold girl in front of him has his own combo, why doesn't he have it?

The right hand holding the royal sister ninja weapon belt loosened, and clamped Xiao Leng Niu'er's wrists with lightning speed, and lifted it suddenly.

The action was clamped down like this, she was a little flustered, and opened her mouth to call for help!

But listening to the sound of footsteps, Lu Mingfei openly approached in the next moment!

Boom!

The girl's wrist was pressed against the wall!

Weapons tumbling in the air resemble falling petals.

Lu Mingfei's left hand swiped back, as if he had eyes behind his back, and accurately pulled out the blade from the heart of the flower - the purple vertiginity of death was dizzy!

The cold light buzzed against the crystal jaw, poking the soft skin into a slight depression.

Sting!

The sound of metal slicing across the leather came from behind, exploding in my ears.

"If you don't want to die, don't make a sound! Don't move! Lu Mingfei ordered in a deep voice.

He pulled the blade back a few millimeters, so as not to really cut the wound and let the person in front of him die of poison.

"Dispel the idea that someone is coming to your rescue."

In the disbelief and frightened gaze of Xiao Leng Niu'er and the desperate whimper of the night god Shumu not far away, Lu Mingfei spoke softly,

"I'm sorry to tell you, now, Ling is the last person on this level who can move."

A flash of purple jumped between pitch black and silver gray.

On the verge of defeat, he rushed to this place, seized the alarm, defused the offensive, deceived the gods, and restrained the enemy

Coherent!

Although there were many accidents due to carelessness, there was finally a thrilling and successful clearance.

Bang!

When the thunder came, the wind was heavier, but the rain was much lighter.

The dead vines of the creeper floated in from the small window, and there was a crisp sound.

Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief uncontrollably, and his mind was visibly relaxed for a moment.

Who would have thought that Xiao Leng Niu'er would also not play cards according to the routine, or that no one would have thought that ninjas would have such an attack.

Poke the right moment and tilt your head suddenly!

Ignoring the poisonous blade that almost cut a blood line in her jaw, her silver teeth opened wide and bit Lu Mingfei's wrist fiercely.

Whew~~

What the heck? Do small children fight? Do you think you're a hamster?

Seeing this, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but complain in his heart, and while dodging this tooth, he casually let go of the dagger in his hand and let it fall from the air.

This thing is useless to him!

The palm wind surrounded, and his wrist flashed behind Xiao Lengniu'er's neck!

With fierce eyebrows and eyes like a little beast, she stared at Lu Mingfei unwillingly.

The hair on the back of the skull spreads out in the wind, and the soft light hangs down to the shoulders with the shaking of the head.

Instead, she looks like a girl who is still a little bit beautiful, and is held hostage by a pervert wearing a mask.

Jingle Bell!

The falling poison dagger slammed into the ground with a crunch.

The lights on the top flickered, black and white staggered, and the scene in the corner of the wall slowly became clear.

Lu Mingfei pinched the non-toxic iron hairpin pulled out from behind the girl's bun, and the sharp sharp light once again pressed against the soft jaw.

"I said, if you don't want to die, don't move!" The tone was a little colder.

Unlike the situation above, where there was a slight hand-sparing, the sweet and greasy scarlet scarlet that passed through the beads told a warning!

The little cold girl who felt the slight pain stiffened and didn't dare to move.

Lu Mingfei breathed a long sigh of relief, but he couldn't help frowning, and an irrepressible doubt flashed in his heart.

Successfully winning a level made Lu Mingfei's heart relax for a moment, and the scattered spirit was concentrated on the top of the girl's head in the Red Word world, and the effect automatically expanded!

Crimson fonts flowed, and different images of death flooded into my mind.

Sadness, disgust, disgust, anger, and a lot of negative emotions hit the shore like ice waves, and pierced his heart.

What kind of girl is a bit of a posture, obviously a damn executioner.

But there's something wrong!

The trace of disobedience ignited the incomprehensible fuse in Lu Mingfei's heart.

"Rika Hayami, 17 years old, born on April 1, 1990."

In the morning, Liyi's expression gradually changed from dazed to frightened, and Lu Mingfei slowly said the many lives she had taken.

"On 4 July 2007, booby-trap"

"On 3 July 2007, assassination"

"On 1 July 2007, poisoned"

"In 2005."

"In 2004."

"On 1 September 2002."

Whether it is in terms of the time interval of killings or the number of killings, the girl named Riyi Hayami, who is the same age as Chu Zihang, can be called an out-and-out executioner.

Ninja, it should be so, the six who have been solved by Lu Mingfei are not more than her.

Although he didn't have time to look at the specific killings committed by the ninjas, the crimson color and the ten-digit and three-digit numbers couldn't be faked.

But now there are a few pictures that make Lu Mingfei puzzled.

The rat's face was slightly crooked, and Lu Mingfei couldn't help but ask the girl who was stunned like a wooden man,

"I'm a little bit confused."

"Obviously, you watched so many companions who got along day and night turn into corpses, and you didn't have a trace of remorse."

"Why would you want to spare the baby who was hidden under the bed by the parents on December 24, 2002, during the massacre mission?"

"What kind of mood did you have to break her neck before the others who were also on the mission?"

Lu Mingfei frowned puzzled, his tone was puzzled,

"At that time, you cried?"

Obviously, the time is moving forward a little, or in the period from now on, I can't see that she is the slightest touched by the murder.

But why did she show such an unusual reaction on that occasion?

This is the doubt that Lu Mingfei couldn't help but rise in his heart after seeing the countless bright red words and miserable white pictures - those tears are unreasonable!

"How does taking away someone's life make you feel?"

Earlier, Rii was stunned when the cunning voice spoke, and the strength that she originally planned to resist desperately became smaller and smaller as Lu Mingfei broke out his own words one after another.

It wasn't until he finally asked those three questions that she froze.

What kind of mood do you have to break the baby's neck?

Are you crying?

How does she feel when she takes someone else's life?

The brain was completely messed up, and Rika Hayami, who was down, couldn't help but look up,

Why?

A cold air rose from the bottom of her heart, and she stared blankly at the mouse eyes with only one line on the mask, and her voice couldn't help but tremble,

"Why do you know?"

The things she's done, her name, her age, and even hers. Birthday!

Why he knows it all!

Lu Mingfei's words are like the key to open the music box in his memories, but the music from the symphony of strings and hammers is not romantic and pleasant, innocent and soothing.

Instead, it is as hoarse and harsh as a raven, as chaotic as noise—a symphony of blood and sorrow, black and white life.

This is a song composed by Rii Hayami's worthless life.

I don't know my biological father, mother and birthday, only the swaddling clothes have my precious and useless names written on the swaddling clothes, and only I remember them now.

Practice knives and daggers in spring, study poison in summer, step on the tip of the knife silently in autumn, and have no bones in the limbs of winter spirits.

Day and night, twenty-four hours a day, almost endless drills!

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, instilling absolute obedience! Swear to obey!

Slowly, it became clear to her one thing.

In fact, you will not die from bleeding, you will not die from poisoning, you will not die from severed limbs, you will not die from pain.

What will die is refusal!

What will die is to stop!

What will die is failure!

What will die is the elimination caused by people still treating themselves as human beings!

Because during the training period, a lot of people fall down like that, and then they just. Never got up again.

But fortunately, Rika did not fall down, and she persevered for one-tenth, one-hundredth, and one-thousandth

As the coach said, using yourself as a knife to hammer and forge is the only way to survive.

And she did!

As a result, it seems that no matter how cold the tissue is, there will be residual warmth, and the song of life begins to change from cold.

After the training, he started a three-year island survival process of honing his skills.

Mountains and forests, rocky streams, rivers and beaches, and importantly, people who can understand each other through the same experience - both men and women, people who have survived the same life, whether a few years older or a few years younger.

A wonderful alternative "childhood".

Even on an isolated island infested with all kinds of beasts and poisons, even if an adult might die, the "ninjas" united are enough to build a base for survival, despite the difficulties.

The rivers are lightly fished for swimming fish, and the mountains and forests are built with huts.

In the "Ninja Family" carved on the wooden plaque, the coldness in my heart melts, and the smile on the corner of my mouth rises - it is the feeling of home.

January, March, June.

One year, two years, three years.

The tempered skills are getting more and more sophisticated, and the time of graduation is getting closer and closer.

They are about to go their separate ways to the world, and begin the obedient journey of depriving life, and the tune of life turns solemn!

But there are people who travel in the same boat, even if they cross the sea of blood, it seems that they have some comfort.

At that time, Rii Hayami didn't expect that "no matter how cold the tissue is, there will be residual warmth" is a false proposition from beginning to end!

All ninjas need is cooperation, not ridiculous solidarity at all.

The final task was issued, and there was only one person who could get out alive - it turned out that the song of life never really changed.

Think about it! When is a ninja a species that needs to survive? How could that skill only be used on beasts and poisons?

The island has become a prison of hell! I realized that the most terrible thing in survival was never the beast poison, but the "family" who had the same experience and the same skills during the three years, and knew each other that we could no longer understand!!

I don't know who shook first,

I only know that the bone blade of cooking is inserted in the chest of the youngest "sister", and it is the "elder brother" who will always "gently" bandage everyone's wounds on weekdays.

I only knew that the trap originally used to capture the beast had more human blood and limbs, but I heard that it was a "counter-killing" in self-defense.

Blades, poisons, joint skills, and their own skills

The full moon that we had seen together turned red, the outward force began to kill inward, the mirror shattered into pieces after pieces, flashing with a sticky red light - "sisters" turned against each other, "brothers" attacked each other, and "lovers" united to kill each other the next day

Maybe there is no one who starts first, everything starts at the very beginning - people who have not been fast runners for three years have run fast, and people who are not good at swordsmen three years ago are better than anyone else

It turns out that it's a disguise!

It turns out that almost all people are knives, knives hidden in scabbards.

In summary

The warmth is fake, the smile is illusory, and peace of mind is just a dream for her.

The coldness is real, the cruelty is real, and death is their big reality!

Day by day is like a black fairy tale, and the air is haunted by white ballads:

"One, two, three,

Four knives, five blades, six songs

Twenty-five smiling faces, red blood dripping from the corners of their mouths. ”

The "ninja" finally became a ninja, and she survived with nothing to hide.

It's hateful, it's ridiculous, it's sad, but she didn't leave a single tear.

It's not because "there's nothing wrong with wanting to survive, everyone thinks that way, so let's live with everyone's share." ”

It's because it's no longer felt.

The helicopter flew away from the island, and the drizzle did not feel the cold, and it was perhaps all the emotions that were completely sealed.

There is nothing to plunder life, because only one person is left "alive".

There is no such thing as being in the same boat to get through the sea of blood, because the first to dye the waves red are those who thought they could be comforted.

In the sea breeze, high in the sky, what was the last thing Rika saw?

It's a piece of meat that has been pushed into the sea, and the dead are called corpses, not even garbage.

It is a beach that has been cleaned of all footprints, a flowing river with all traces, and a forest hut that has been demolished without a single slag.

It's another plane that passed by,

A new survival island, a new generation of visitors.

The new chapter in the black fairy tale tragic white ballad may be another three years, but it has nothing to do with her.

It's like they have nothing to do with those predecessors.

Like everyone's elementary school, Riyi's 12-year-old "graduated" in the morning.

There's nothing to mention in the rest of your life, it's no different from what the masked man said, I'm afraid no one cares, and they don't want to hear it.

And the answer to the question that Lu Mingfei wanted was nothing more than the fact that Riyi had inexplicably sent out the remaining kindness for the first time on a mission - to report that there was someone hidden under the bed? How troublesome is it to kill?

But who is to blame when the baby's cry is detected by the "seniors" who take pleasure in torturing people?

The only thing she could do was to end that life without pain.

As for whether you cried at that time? Why do you cry?

Six years is too long and there are too many dead.

Forget it, anyway, she never encountered the same thing again, and reacted like that, what's the point of her remembering?

Or it can also be said that her life is meaningless.

Thundered!

It is a few thunders falling into the sea, a few layers of waves crashing on the shore, a few seconds in reality, and more than ten years in a flash in the eyes.

Earlier, Riyi glanced at the miserable state of the night god Shumu, suddenly opened her lips, and then stared directly at Lu Mingfei,

"You did that too?" A question has no feelings.

And then another question,

"Are you a god?"

With fear, with remorse, with dazedness, with resentment, trembling with a glimmer of hope scattered in the wind whistling.

It can be said that the ninja degenerates into a "ninja", because she is suddenly swallowed up by the emotional memories that have been forgotten for many years, not on an isolated island, but also in the rain.

Under the stimulation of Lu Ming's non-verbal words, this time I could feel that the rain was very icy.

"Are you a god?"

Rika Hayami asked again, looking at the god in front of him who seemed to have come to punish sinners and bring salvation, and there was a little hope in his heart that he had not even identified.

(End of chapter)