[Hokage] On the Feasibility of Brother Control

The silky voice still carried an unchanging smile, the fingertips of that person brushing his cheeks were soft and cold, and each piece of nail was decorated like the most perfect handicraft.

There was never any killing intent on that person, even if he was killed by himself, he was still as leisurely as picking flowers.The cracks in the space are intertwined, and death may come at any time. What I hear in my ears is the sound of buildings collapsing. Even if I can't see it, I can imagine what kind of mess it is.

One arm was tightly wrapped around his waist, his cold lips fell gently on his earlobe, and his warm breath sprayed on the sensitive skin on the side of his neck and behind his ears, making his body shiver uncontrollably.So the man laughed in a muffled voice, and slowly rubbed his thumb over his lips provocatively, flirting viciously.

"As expected of the only person who is qualified to be by my side, my moon..."

The head buried in the neck socket let out a muffled laugh, and he gently bit the side of the neck and collarbone with his teeth, his lower and lower voice gradually dissipated the vitality.

"Fall with me, my most beautiful moon..."

The rusty smell of blood filled the nostrils, that person's blood was mixed with his own, big flakes of warm blood...

He thought that he probably fell into the crack of the space together with that person, the torn small space opened and closed everywhere, he felt the pain of the skin being cut, the muscles being twisted, and the bones being crushed, but what did he say? Can't see it either.In the eternal darkness, he finally laughed out loud for real, relieved, no more hypocrisy and pressure, and his smile was like light——

It's all over at last.

No one will be able to threaten me again.

No one will ever again threaten the safety of you, whom I hold most dear, because of me.

It's finally over.

Let all of this be lost in time...

A bit of coldness slowly spilled out from the corners of the eyes, but it was absorbed by the bandage in the next moment.

The only remaining royal family let out a whimper, and squatted down in grief|The body grabbed the gravel and bricks on the ground with such force that it immediately left several deep scratches on the ground.But he didn't realize that the memory awakened by the illusion was already painful.

How could he forget those, how could he forget those? ! ! !

Originally thought that hope would take everything away, but his time was turned back to the beginning. When his life came back, he had to bear the burden of the person who originally belonged to him, who perishes with him and dragged him to hell with him. original mission.

He is not himself, never has been.

Slowly raising his drooping head, he has escaped from the grief awakened by the illusion. In the past, he did not allow himself such emotional indulgence, but at this moment when no one would disturb him, he used a tear to commemorate his past life. The self in this life.

Standing up straight, the only surviving young royal stood upright. He stepped forward and walked deep into the ruins. The road was so familiar that he couldn't go wrong without eyes.

Here lies his past, and all.

He is familiar with every inch of land here, knows the location of every palace, and no one knows better than him every decoration in the most exquisite palace among all the palaces on the ruins he came to now.

This is the cage that imprisoned his wings for eight years.

The original bedroom is now only broken bricks and tiles. He walked to a certain place, stopped, untied the bandage on his wrist, and cut his wrist with kunai.

Blood dripped from the wrist, and soon formed a red line.

"Answer my calling..."

That mother, who had never met, left her with only this murder weapon besides the jade plaque with her name engraved on her neck.

From birth until death, always by my side...

"—Mihamaru!"

The ground under his feet began to turmoil, the earth and rocks rolled, and a pure black sword was revealed from the ruins wrapped in a pale golden light. The young royal stepped forward to hold the scabbard, holding the handle tightly with bleeding hands, secretly The knife was pulled out with force.

This is a really black Taidao, not to mention that everything from the scabbard to the trim is as dark as a crow's feather, but the blade, which is supposed to be cold and radiant, is so dark that even a ray of light cannot be refracted.

Yang couldn't judge the material of the blade, but as the best inheritor of the ancient kendo Yuyeliu, he knew that it was a rare magic weapon in the world, so after receiving the sword from his father, he resolutely gave it to him. This knife bears the surname of his previous life.

The past life is entrusted with thoughts, and the current life is connected with blood.From the first time he held the handle of the knife, Yang already knew the resonance between this knife and him.

The pure black blade hummed, as if eagerly pouring out its seventy years of longing and the excitement of finally seeing each other again.

"I miss you too, my old buddy..."

He whispered with a chuckle, and retracted the blade into the sheath.

The ground under his feet instantly cracked, and the soles of his feet were emptied. He fell into the wide gap that suddenly cracked and fell straight down. The black robe was hunting, and he held the weapon of his life tightly, and a strange flash of eyes flashed behind the ghost face. bright light.