"Boom!" Fang Shou and Murong Yao smashed onto the football field at the same time. However, unlike when he had just come out of the gymnasium, Fang Shou did not crash down with Murong Yao's trend of dying together, but was trampled under Murong Yao's feet and used as a meat pad.

"You kid really have the potential to be a terrorist. Murong Yao put away the black top hat, grabbed Fang Shou's neckline, and glared at him viciously: "Do you want to make you feel refreshed?

Fang Shou opened his eyes weakly and smiled: "Get out!"

"Hmph!" Murong Yao's face darkened, he grabbed Fang Shou's collar and smashed it to the ground without hesitation.

"Bang!" Fang Shou's head sank deep into the ground.

"Do you know what piling is?" Murong Yao laughed as he slammed it towards Fang Shou's back.

"Boom!" With Fang Shou as the center, the ground sank like this, and his back presented a strange angle, as if someone had broken it from it, weird and infiltrating. But Murong Yao was still angry, and he pulled Fang Shou up from the ground.

"Ahem...... Because there is a small amount of rule power to protect the body, Fang Shou's head did not look like a watermelon, and it shattered with a snap, but it was about the same. Looking at his current appearance, he has long been delirious, and he is one step away from death.

"Cool?" Murong Yao said with a cruel smile.

Fang Shou, who rolled his eyes, spit out the soil that had just been accidentally swallowed in his mouth: "XXXX!] [Expressing deep greetings to the other party's female family]"

"Yes, I like it!" Murong Yao was not angry, but said with a smile like a little ghost who had found a good toy: "You know, even if it is Shijie who will not die, I can make you feel the pain of death...... Or even ...... Real death!"

The ghost knife beside him slowly floated, and Murong Yao grabbed the ghost knife that was floating in his own hands.

"Sting~~" An unpleasant sound floated by, and the bandage wrapped around the body of the ghost knife instantly turned into nothing.

"This thing is called greed. Murong Yao explained to Fang Shou in a bland manner: "Although I don't like this thing either. But what...... It's convenient, isn't it? For example, devour the proof of your existence on this shijie!"

"Huh!" Murong Yao didn't give Fang Shou a chance to return the favor, and unceremoniously stabbed him with a sword in the heart.

"Ahh......h It's going to really die! There's no way to do it like the first few times. After the reading time, continue to live and die!

"Say, do you like to insert wooden stakes, or do you like super bungee jumping or underwater adventures?" Murong Yao pulled Fang Shou upside down like this, and introduced him to a few destinations very humanely: "I recommend inserting wooden stakes, after all, dust to dust, soil to earth, everyone is from the Celestial Empire, and I am embarrassed to let you die without a corpse, so you can just sleep here." Ah, maybe luck haode words. You can also see the female high school students walking away, tsk tsk. ”

If it weren't for seeing it with their own eyes, no one would have thought that the good old man who loved to pretend to be forced, but was very righteous, would show such a murderous expression.

If it goes on like this. Fang Shou, who had not yet recovered his memory, could only tragically become a sacrifice on Murong Yao's path to becoming a demon, and died pitifully in this place.

"What kind of lie is going to be told by pretending to be a normal guy laughing?"

Some sad songs floated from all around.

"This is ......" Murong Yao couldn't help but stop the movement in his hand and raised his head. Looking up in the direction of the gymnasium: "Iwasawa?" ......

In the gymnasium, the stunned crowd looked at Iwasawa on the stage for a while. The voices of protest, the voices of rebuttal, and the voices of pushing and shoving all stopped. Even Yamada, the teacher who wanted to catch Iwasawa, didn't move as if he had been immobilized.

On the stage, the short-haired girl stepped on her own rhythm and sang softly.

"Can you cherish the things you get by deception forever?"

It's really zuihou once this time, buddy.

"But we can't stop moving towards tomorrow. ”

In the audience, an orange-haired girl who claimed to be Wife C looked at Iwasawa with a solemn face and muttered to herself, "The song I haven't heard before, is it a new song from my sister?"

"So I sing. ”

It's like the street performances again and again, singing again and again.

"You who cry, you who are alone. ”

You who are hiding in the corner and shivering, you who are powerless to resist fate, and you who hate Shijie.

"It's the right one, the real you!"

Cai Wenji looked at Iwasawa who was playing and singing like this, and now she is just like the injured self at the beginning, beautiful, unwilling, and shocking...... Weishenme will be so like?weishenmeHistory is always strikingly similar?weishenme, will she have her own shadow of the past?

"The tears that dripped seem to be saying ...... to such a beautiful, not fake, and most real us."

Playing hard, just like that street performance again and again, full attention, single-mindedness, so not fake! This is me, this is me Asami Iwasawa!

“xiexie！”

This is my life! I keep singing like this, this is what I was born for! Just as I was saved like this, I saved others like this!

Cai Wenji gently stroked the fullness of her chest, and there seemed to be something about to pop out!

Once upon a time, he was so radiant and well-deserved to be the first family in the world. The arrogant self can boldly refuse the charity of his mother's family and run back to his loving father.

"As my daughter of Cai Yong, you actually did such a thing, go back! Get out of here!" Yes, I can't forget my father's stern eyes, but ......

"Yes? You're crying. After hearing her own cry, the bitterness and tenderness in her father's mouth, she really felt it, "Then come back, daughter, you don't need to suffer this sin!"

"Behold, brothers, what have we caught? Hey, hey, it's so tender, brothers, let's enjoy it together?" Looking at the Huns who were constantly communicating with each other in a foreign language, Cai Yan's delicate body was constantly trembling, fear, boundless fear spread in his heart, in this terrible era, the status of women is as worthless as a rag, the war spread throughout the Han Dynasty, and the women of the Central Plains were all attacked by that group of beasts, not to mention the weak woman who lost her Zuihou's reliance. Myself, just like that......

"Drop her! A strong man who obviously looked like a leader walked over, kicked away the Huns who wanted to be fussy about himself, and then asked in his broken Chinese: "Han, it's you, playing the song?"

Regarding his answer, the strong man smiled honestly: "I am King Zuoxian, follow me, no one dares to touch you." ”

In this way, he avoided the doom of an ordinary woman, and although he married King Zuoxian, he came to a foreign land, but it was a home, as a weak woman in the war era, this was already a good end. Of course...... Every night, she misses her hometown, after all, she is a child of the Han family, and the psychology of returning to her roots is still hovering in her heart.

Finally, one day, Cao Mengde, who had been a disciple of him, ruled the north, and after hearing that he was at the place of King Zuoxian, he sent a Han envoy to welcome him back to his hometown.

But...... He who has already started a family in a foreign land can't let go of his two young children, and he can't let go of King Zuoxian, who loves him deeply. But...... There was no choice, he couldn't live up to Cao Gong's kindness, and he couldn't let go of the homesickness in his heart, so she went back, leaving only the famous "Hu Ji Eighteen Beats", a swan song for the ages......

When she returned to her hometown, she was no longer the daughter of the noble Situ, nor was she Cai Yan and Cai Wenji, who moved the world, just a poor person who relied on the help of Cao Gong to come back from a foreign land. Seeing that he was lonely and helpless, Cao Gong promised to marry himself to a man named Dong Ci.

However, how could the arrogant Dong Ci accept such a broken flower and a ruined person...... Ignorance, contempt.

The pain of youth, once again.

Until that day, in order to intercede for him who committed a capital crime, Cai Wenji begged to see Cao Cao alone in the cold winter......

Zuihou's zuihou, feeling the grace of saving his life, dutifully took on the duty of a husband and settled on Luoshui with himself.

In that time in Zuihou, maybe it was the most tranquil time for me, right?

Cai Wenji looked at Iwasawa on the stage and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Are you? Changing your life because of music.

Salvation because of music.

“konnanimoyogoreteminikuisekaidedeaetakisekiniarigatou！”

This is a lyric from zuihou, it's over, zuihou's concert is over.

Iwasawa showed a knowing smile, she had always maintained an indifferent expression, but at this moment, she was like an angel without wings, revealing a holy smile.

Found it, finally found it!

What I've been looking for, what I've been longing for, finally found it!

xiexie you, buddy. xiexie you, that rainy night of encounter, xiexie this shijie, xiexie you, really, thank you very much, if it weren't for you, if it wasn't for ......

And then, that's the end of it.

zaijian......

In the control room of the gymnasium, Yuri Nakamura, who had his eyes closed, nodded slowly, and said softly to the empty front: "zaijian...... Iwasawa. ”

"Kong!" the lost guitar fell gently. (To be continued......)