"Literally."

Luo Lao looked back and asked in confusion, "Don't you understand?"

After a short silence, Yuanyuan replied: "I... don't think there is any problem with this."

"That's okay. Who in this world has no minor problems, right?" Luo Lao said indifferently: "At best, it's just unhappy life."

You can't feel happy when you pick up the sword, and you can't enjoy peace when you put it down.

Whenever I am alone, I will feel indescribable at a loss and panic.

Like a lost person, wandering repeatedly and uncertainly.

"Let me guess..."

The old man held his chin and thought, his smile worsened: "Couldn't, even you think of yourself as a "good boy" for others, right?"

Yuan Yuan did not speak.

"You are from the original family, right?" Luo Lao asked, "I have seen your uncle before, why are you not like him at all?"

"Women and men are always different."

"Really?" Luo Lao puzzled, "but why do I always hear...the original women are crazier than men?"

This is the blood of the original family's struggle.

The blood inherited from the war, fighting and the cruel selection of the survival of the fittest a few years ago is simply the perfect violent machine.

Even from elementary school, from kindergarten... From the day of weaning, you will begin to experience the uncontrollable violent impulse.

This is a struggle engraved in nature.

The corresponding method adopted by Hara’s is not suppression, but an attempt to use this power in the right way. If the struggle is despicable, then look for a more noble way of fighting that can handle both.

But no matter how dazzling aura and glory, it cannot erase its cruel nature.

Men do.

Women should do the same.

This is true of my father, my uncle, my uncle, and my aunt. Everyone is the same, including the original photo.

Only the origin is completely different.

Since childhood, he has been quiet and uncomfortable, calm and mature, just like a child of another family. She is generous, upright and dignified, and never troubles the family.

"But this is wrong, right?"

Luo Lao said mockingly, "You are just restraining, restraining yourself... restraint is not bad, but you are the only one who knows that you have not succeeded.

You are just overly obsessed with the image of a good boy and confuse it with yourself. "

"You are different from your teacher. Your teacher simply regards violence as a means to achieve an end, and takes it for granted that others have the same unreasonable self-control, so they are unaware of your pain.

But you should know that you are different from him..."

The old man glanced through the weakest part of the girl in front of him, and told her coldly: "You don't have such a strong pillar and strength in your heart, and you can't suppress this relatively sane nature that is too large and ferocious."

"——You can't be him."

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

In silence, Yuan Yuan clenched his weapon, but was unable to refute it.

Only the blade screamed in anger.

"Little girl, one day you will understand the meaning of this sword given to you by your family."

Before leaving, the old man glanced at the long sword in her hand for the last time-the blade of the fierce beast named "Mountain Monarch".

No matter how ferocious beasts are locked in a cage, they are nothing more than ornaments for fun.

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

Free it.

Also free you.

At that moment, in a brief absence, Yuan Yuan couldn't help but raise his head and stared at the dark night sky above his head.

Can't see the stars, it's dim.

But in the noise and roar, I heard a loud noise like an illusion.

The mighty echoes from afar sounded, and only she knew the secret call.

The mountain shook!

Among the blades, the ferocious soul roared and echoed in her ears.

At that instant, a high-pitched collision of gold and iron burst out, tearing everyone's eardrums!

The girl in the gray skirt stepped forward and cut through those ridiculous defenses like duckweed. With the sword of the mountain monarch, the hurricane burst out from within easy reach, and the tyranny spread.

In an instant, the outcome was divided.

The tactful vibrato, like the sound of a piano string, rose from her hands, adding an indescribable tenderness to this messy and tragic scene.

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

In the reflection of the smooth sword body, she saw such a strange 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 is herself.

"Since it is nature, why should we be afraid of it?"

She muttered softly, closed her eyes, and exhaled the scorching temperature in her lungs.

But when those eyes were raised again, they became cold and cruel, without any warmth.

The mountain monarch in the cage roared silently, breaking free from the final shackles!

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

Yuan Yuan raised his eyes, moved his fingers to the enemies in front of him, and initiated an invitation: "So, it doesn't matter if you go together..."

Smile to those angry faces like that.

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

This is the final etiquette.

It doesn't matter how many viewers there are, it doesn't matter how enthusiastic they are.

——The performance of the predator has just begun!

At that moment, the blade fell, and the coldness of the cold spread with the silent melody, plundering the temperature, causing this coldness to penetrate into everyone's bones in an instant.

Just as the blizzard is coming, under the gradual violent rhythm, everything is hurriedly heading towards sad death.

Involuntarily, shivering from the illusion of the wind and snow.

Four Seasons Concerto-Winter!

Breaking down the barriers and sublimating the "playing method" and the girl's sword are reappeared here, spreading from scenes like massacres.

Step by step.

No matter how many enemies there are.

That tyrannical and solemn scene almost shocked all the souls who were watching, rudely and straightforwardly conveying this beauty of power and art to every trembling heart.

Destroy all opponents,

Step by step, crush the people blocking the road.

The wounds left by those cutting blades could not stop her, but the predators in the cold winter became more fierce and cruel.

The blood was splashed on the gray skirt, like a flame burning in the mist.

The roar and roar sounded continuously, and then disappeared soon afterwards, only the high-pitched metal collision and the low sound of falling to the ground continued to sound.

It is no longer possible to catch the swift and electric figure with his eyes, but when I close my eyes and no longer be confused by the chaotic scene, I can feel the rhythm and beauty hidden in the fight.

"It's almost like playing, it's really wonderful."

In the distance, on the top floor of the building, the old samurai looked down and couldn't help but sigh softly: "Such skill is really rare... Have you found out the origin?"

"It should be a member of the Hybrid Alliance. From the looks of it, it seems to be a student of the King of Danbo."

Another monitor from the dojo replied: "The King of Tanba should not be underestimated if he can teach such a good talent."

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

The emotion at the moment immediately caused everyone to smile, "It seems that Tamba, who has just been rebuilt, also wants to interfere with Hiraizaka's affairs?"

"Knife hunting is not restricted to one place, as long as the sword comes, no matter good or evil, men, women, old or young, you can try it... This is the rule of the dojo.

The old man looked down and stared at the blood-stained **** the long street: "All we have to do is to pay attention to the knife hunter. Other things don't need to be concerned now."

Intently admiring the beauty, admiring the changes in footwork and tricks.

Everyone here is a master and a talented person who has been immersed in the dojo for an unknown number of years. Only at this moment can I realize the commendability of this skill.

"Even the opponent's counterattack has been incorporated into my own strategy, and all the complicated changes are consistent. Such a delicate control ability is really amazing."

The people beside him said with emotion: "Although I have seen many more tragic scenes, such a harsh duel and rapid victory, even Benkei that year was nothing more than that?"

Benqing?

"Where is the monk?"

The old samurai shook his head and laughed, "If you want me to say, it's the red leaves!"

For a moment, it was like being in the deep demon realm of Shinshu Togyo.

Scarlet everywhere.

Can't tell if it is falling maple leaves or blood.

Against the background of maple leaves and blood, that dignified and solemn face also became coquettish, so charming, like a magic stain...

It's just that this gorgeousness that is enough to pierce the eyes is at the cost of tragic casualties and wailing.

Someone sighed, "Should I call the prepared emergency personnel on the field?"

"No need."

The old warrior said indifferently: "You can't beat people's trash even in gang fights. It's fine to crawl to the hospital by yourself, and you can have a longer memory. Besides...Isn't this one dead?"

Everyone fell silent.

incredible.

But when they opened their eyes and took a closer look, they found that it was just like what the teacher said: it looks so tragic, but in fact, there hasn't been any death under the blade.

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

It was not letting the tiger go back to the mountain, at best, it was just throwing the tiger and hurting others, the shackles that controlled the nature of struggle were still in her hands.

flexible.

There has never been any loss of control.

"The posterity is terrifying..."

The old samurai sighed, waved his sleeves, and turned away.

The result has been foreseen.

There will be no suspense...

As early as the moment she came here with a chair, it was destined that there would only be one winner on Central Avenue tonight.

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

Shan Jun returned to the cage again.

So tame.

In a deadly silence, behind her, the paper-carrying group carried a stretcher and loaded the last warrior who had fainted out into the ambulance.

Only a spread of blood red was left, and there were countless stern iron lights.

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

The hut in the forest pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of the nose, clapping and admiring:

"Congratulations, Yuanyuan, you became famous in the first battle."

In less than an hour, the sword hunting incident on Central Avenue set off an unprecedented impact in Hirazaka, like a bomb.

In less than twenty minutes, more than sixteen samurai who set foot on the road of sword hunting suffered a brutal halberd here, and a total of 92 challengers ushered in the most complete defeat in front of one person.

The name "Hongye Ji" spread like wildfire, spreading to everyone's ears.

I don't know how many people stared at Danbo in amazement while waking up, marveling at the handwriting of the leader of the alliance, wondering whether this predicted the arrival of this new round of storm.

And in the treatment room on the ground floor of the Cauldron Pavilion~lightnovelpub.net~ Huai Shi bit the suture scissors, and the tweezers in her hand pulled the sutures into a beautiful bow.

Finally, use scissors to cut off the excess.

"It's done, just rest for two days, it won't leave scars."

Huai Shi put down the tools, stretched out her hand, and rubbed Yuanyuan's hair: "Thanks for your hard work...Would you like a supper?"

Yuan Yuan thought for a while and nodded.

"it is good."

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

Because I did something bad quietly without letting the teacher know.

Under the other night sky, the hut in the forest hung up and couldn't help rubbing his hands.

full of expectation.

About to start doing bad things...