It's Very Easy to Fill in Next Time

So, I sat for another three days.

He almost lost the strength to move his fingers. Apart from drinking some dew, he hadn't eaten for more than half a month.

The weather has completely entered winter, and the winter is extremely cold. When I wake up, I don't know when it has been covered with a layer of white snow.

He hasn't starved to death yet, but he doesn't know which will come faster, freezing to death or starving to death.

The heroic spirit's body endowed it with tenacious vitality, and under the impossible recovery trauma, even death became a painful torment.

He also inevitably wondered why he insisted on living so hard.

Revenge?

Don't be kidding, I can't beat it.

Level [-] Yuumi singled out Baron Nash?

People are sitting in the court with thousands of troops and horses, what can I do if I am a useless person, besides, the struggle for feudal regime is that people of the same class kill each other. After seeing the essence, I can't ignite my Chinese heart at all. .

Since it is not for revenge, it seems that there is no other goal.

Anyway, the big deal is the memory seal, let's put it badly.

He lowered his head, the snow on top of his head fell to the ground, and smiled slowly.

"At this time, I really hope that someone can come to rescue me, just once."

"I have been unlucky for more than ten years, I really hope that good luck will favor me."

"It's just to entrust the rest of my life to you...why not?"

The wild dogs around seemed to have sensed that this man was finally going to die, and they all licked their teeth and approached slowly.

They are also hungry, hungry and thirsty, and just want to have a good meal.

Bai Wei didn't have the strength to raise the broken sword this time.

This gave the wild dogs courage, and the leading one rushed to him, making a footprint on the snow.

He closed his eyes and waited for the blood to flow.

Pain and crisis can cause sudden death. Humans secrete adrenaline, which can relieve paralyzed hands and feet and restore consciousness.

Although he came back, at least he still had the strength to kill a dog.

But the pain did not come, but a miserable barking sound was heard instead.

He raised his eyes and looked over, a little girl in a pure white kimono was holding a wooden stick in her hand and hitting the head of the wild dog. She looked about eight or nine years old, and her movements were not very capable. He stood in front of him without hesitation.

"Get out, get out!"

She was obviously a girl, but her words were unexpectedly vulgar.

The boy didn't care about this at this time, but he just lowered his hands with difficulty, leaned against the wall, and looked at the little girl in surprise.

She was wearing a pure white kimono and a beautiful hairpin. She must be a girl from a wealthy family, but there were no guards around her.

She beat the wild dogs away by herself. She seemed to be a little scared, but she quickly breathed a few breaths into her hands, dropped the wooden stick in her hand, patted the snowflakes on her new clothes, turned her head and stepped on them. Snow came over.

She was not wearing clogs, but heavy warm boots, and the sound of stepping on the snow was like cotton candy.

For some reason, the teenager's consciousness and memory are very clear at this time.

She saw the little girl squatting on the snow, took out the wooden box from her sleeve, and put it on the ground.

She breathed into her hands, her face flushed.

"Call on がってく."

I don't understand what it means, but I can also understand what she wants to say.

In the wooden box are freshly made rice balls, warm, wagashi, and noodle soup.

The boy looked at the girl, his hunger made him unable to say anything, his dry lips and tongue were numb and stiff.

He wanted to raise his hand, but couldn't catch it several times.

There was no strength in my hands, not even the strength to grab the rice balls.

The little girl blinked, took the initiative to pick up the rice ball, and then handed it to the boy's mouth, saying without hesitation: "Ah..."

At this moment, he couldn't tell what kind of feeling he was feeling, the center of his chest seemed to be vibrating and buzzing.

A teenager is actually being fed by a little girl who is less than ten years old.

ashamed?

But stronger than shame was a warmth, a warmth that made him feel alive.

He took a bite of the rice ball, chewed it, and swallowed it. There was a thunderous grunt in his belly, and his life was nourished. He began to gobble it up. Such a simple action made the girl laugh happily, and the sound was as clear as a silver bell.

"ゆっくり食べる..." She smiled slightly, squatting on the snow, like an elf raised in the world, cute and pure.

He chewed the onigiri rice grains, and suddenly felt a little salty and bitter.

This is the taste of tears.

So I was crying?

It's so strange, Mingming didn't feel that he was suffering or tired all the time in his heart, and it was a trivial matter to comfort himself all the time, the big deal was to forget about life again.

But, why the fuck... why the fuck is this rice ball...so fucking delicious?

The fake strength was so fragile, and when he faced the little girl squatting on the snow with such a patient and gentle attitude, his heart fell apart, and he would collapse at the touch of a touch, and swallowed the bitter but still delicious rice ball mixed with tears.

Swallowing the last bite of food, the girl quietly put away the food box, then quietly took out a string of coins from her arms and stuffed them into the snow in front of her.

She raised her finger: "Shh..."

As if to ask the teenager not to tell others that she had been here.

"Wait, what's your name?" the boy asked.

The girl blinked. It was a pity that she could not understand foreign languages. She turned her head and grinned. The little canine teeth and two dimples were very cute.

Stepping on the snow, her back disappeared into the white snow.

Holding a string of coins in his hand, the young man stood up slowly while leaning against the wall: "I will remember this kindness."

He was not in a hurry to find the girl, he still remembered the family crest on the food box, and didn't spend much effort.

A year later, after many inquiries, he learned that this family crest belonged to the Jianzhi Yagyu clan of the General's family, and the Yagyu family had an only daughter named Yagyu Chiyo.

Chapter 110 Ghost Slayer Part [-]

"Hey, why are you in a daze?" A warrior yelled, "No one is in good shape, how can you be valued and stand out like this?"

"I don't need to be famous." The young man in a coat and a mask replied, "I'm not a warrior, I'm just a wanderer."

"The rogue doesn't need to find a place to take root?" The warrior on the side rolled his eyes: "You don't want to be famous, why do you take part in such a dangerous mission? Not a fool knows that there must be something wrong with offering such a high bounty."

"That's right, kill ghosts." The young man straightened the fox mask on his face: "But there are quite a few guys who come for money. This is a reward from the shogunate. Even if a person dies, the money can be sent back. Everyone has the will to die, but there are even fewer people like you."

The young inch-headed warrior panicked: "You, don't talk nonsense."

"It's very difficult for a samurai to get promoted. If you want to be promoted from ashigaru, you have to participate in at least three such ghost hunting. If you participate in an expedition, maybe one time is enough. It depends on how many ghost heads you can cut off. There is no chance, only those who survive can be upgraded, this is also involuntary."

The young man said with a smile: "If you are afraid, it is too late to quit now."

The inch-headed samurai stood there, blushing. He was dressed decently alone, but he didn't realize that this was really fatal, so he hurried to find someone to quit.

The young man pushed the mask on his face, and the smile on the fox mask was always exaggerated, as if he was mocking someone.

Half a day passed, the sky gradually darkened, and the torches illuminated the gathering point.

Saber warriors and bounty rogues gathered in groups, and the armored shogun was the town, and beside him was a young face.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Yagyu Sabei, and he will be in charge of leading the team from today on."

A young samurai, Zuobingwei from the Yagyu family. The Yagyu family's school has been designated as the general's queen, that is, the swordsmanship instructor, so he can't easily fight with outsiders, so as not to leak the school's moves and find flaws.

This young man is likely to be the future head of the Yagyu family.

The young man with the fox mask raised his eyes after hearing Yagyu's name, and looked in the direction of Zuobei, as if he could really see the similarity with the girl's face from that face. Suddenly, more than seven years had passed.

The girl next door has just grown up, and I don't know what Yagyu Chiyo looks like now.

Although he also considered becoming a retainer of the Yagyu family in the past, he finally gave up on this idea and chose to slay demons and eliminate demons. After all, as long as he can protect her and repay the favor of a meal, it is the same everywhere, and he must stay close , more like a kind of self-satisfaction, but like a pervert pestering a little girl, it would be nice to see her occasionally.

Yagyu Sahei is Yagyu Chiyo's elder brother, so we have to watch over him so that nothing happens to him.

The young man just waited for the formation of the samurai to end, and he quietly changed places with someone else, and came to the 15-member team led by Yagyu Zuohei.

What kind of person is Zuobingwei?

There are only two words to describe it.

rigorous……

His swordsmanship is very rigorous, his lifestyle is also very rigorous, and his speech is equally rigorous, like a boring man who is bound up and down with rules.

This is just two extremes with Bai Wei. As a ronin who slays ghosts, he is lazy and unrestrained all year round. He can hang out with the tengus in the mountains and forests, drink with the peerless big demon in the red leaf forest, and eat at the shrine secretly. The tribute to the gods placed in the temple offended the god of the land.

You can still live freely when the waves are flying, but of course you have nothing to do with the rules.

Putting these two together, it's like an American student seeing a sodium metal block, like a bear kid seeing a pre-assembled Gundam, like a mobile game player seeing a big guarantee of the card pool...no extra A chemical reaction is impossible.

It's just that whether this is a violent reaction or a slow burning reaction depends on the situation.

At first, it was relatively harmonious.

The young man speaks eclecticly, but his strength and experience are obvious to all. The people in the team are more willing to listen to him, because he is so proficient. It's not getting angry or constipated, and...have you eaten human flesh recently?

Although he also likes to be provocative and hilarious, Yagyu Zuohei took it as a practical study and didn't care too much about him.

The young samurai thought that when it came to actual combat, he was in charge of the world.

Then when he arrived at the ghost's camp, he was dumbfounded.

Because the young man didn't talk about martial arts at all, he poisoned and set fire to add Yinren in advance, sneaked in with a hard core, and got five kills in an instant.

This made Yagyu Zuobei deeply disdainful.

The duel of the samurai should be upright and upright, and it is right to strike the iron with the sword head-on. Even if the opponent is a man-eating evil spirit, he should be given an equal death.

The small and weak dissatisfaction kept accumulating, and the two gradually became angry. Yagyu Zuohei's temper also became irritable. He insisted on going his own way, and could no longer listen to any opinions. war.