The wind stops the grass of the southern country

[Twelve]

The orchestra on the boat is green on the river, and the southern country is in the early spring.

The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the willow trees revealing a little green sprouts tap the green pond from time to time, making ripples in circles.

In such a warm air, even the sound of the falling child seemed to be a little unclear.

"You lost again, Xiao Mingjin." Smiling and dropping the last white piece, the young man in brocade clothes took a sip of tea lazily with a calm and gentle smile: "Feiqin, if you hadn't made trouble, maybe you wouldn't have lost so badly." awful.

"Brother, what do you mean!" the girl in red yelled angrily. She threw a piece of chess into confusion with her sleeves, and pulled up another girl who was sitting on a stone bench: "Let's go and play, it's really hard to play chess." It's boring, brother always wins!"

The girl sitting on the stone bench was about the same age as the girl in red, and she slid down from the stone bench muttering helplessly: "It was Feiqin who said he wanted to come and play with brother Zhuoyu, but now he is leaving. Are you troublesome. "

"Hey!"

The two girls were fighting each other and gradually ran away, like two little butterflies.The gentle young man sitting on the stone bench stretched out his hand to arrange the chessboard, and unconsciously supported his head to look at their backs, staring at them for a long time.

A faint smile slipped across the corner of his mouth soundlessly.

In fact, Chuan Shangzhuoyu, who was young at that time, didn't know that fate would overthrow the world of the three children in such a hideous manner.

Get together hard again.

——This kind of childhood was maintained until Hanazawa Akisumi was eight years old.The Hanazawa family, who had been friends with the Kawakami family for generations, suddenly rebelled.A serious civil war was provoked in the river country.

War is always something that shatters warmth and tranquility.

Those crazy rebels with red eyes smashed into the Daming Mansion, swarming in and carrying out a brutal massacre.The highly poisonous Qianben floated in the air like a torrential rain, and the dark green cold light continued into a grand panic.

Before that, some people had never fought bloody battles, and some had never run barefoot.

But those screaming flames, those numerous swords and swords, and those wild laughter all tell even the youngest children: the world has never been as warm and safe as you imagined.

Winner takes all, loser for Kou.

The loser should use his bones to pave the way for the king.

This is the rule.

It wasn't until the setting sun was shining that the shrill screams gradually weakened.Hanazawa Mingjin slowly got out from behind the blood-stained door. At first, she was able to move the dead bodies to make a way for herself. Later, the piles of corpses piled up, and she could only climb over the bloody little one after another with difficulty. hillside.

The limbs touched those corpses that were not yet stiff, and some even had a little residual warmth.Akira Hanazawa trembled more and more, as if a sharp poisonous thorn had been pierced into her brain. Now she just wanted to scream, but her throat seemed to be blocked by stagnant air, and she couldn't make any sound .

"Brother Zhuoyu, Feiqin"

She couldn't even hear what she said.There was blood in front of his eyes, dazzling blood everywhere.The setting sun that day was extremely enchanting, and the infinitely elongated orange-red tore the shadow of the corpse into a hideous and terrifying posture.The backlit faces of those dead people, the shadows of the facial features were inconceivably deepened, adding a little unexplained evil out of thin air.

I don't know when, the surroundings are quiet.

It was dead still, not even a scream.

Hanazawa Akino couldn't hold back the violent sobs, but she couldn't even cry out loud.Where did Zhuoyu go?What about Feiqin?how are they

"I finally found it." Suddenly, a hand picked up Ming Jin's collar, and lifted the thin girl into the air like a chicken: "The tribe has been looking for you for a long time, we should go."

"Where are you going?" Ming Jin heard a vague question in his throat.

"Leaving the country of rivers." The answer was not what the question asked.

Ming Jin left with the stranger on his shoulders, she suddenly felt very sleepy.There were waves of heavy sleepiness rushing fiercely towards his mind.Her eyelids were extremely heavy, but she still opened them stubbornly.It seemed that she also knew that when she left the Daming Mansion this time, she didn't know when she would come back.

Or never come back.

It's a pity that the Daming Mansion at the last glance has lost its former elegant and quiet beauty.Hanazawa Mingjin's eyes could only see a patch of blood, which was a continuous stretch of red in different shades.Even the places that are not red seem to be soaked.Those reds swelled and contracted slightly with the beating of her eyeballs.As if to be embedded in her pupils, it made her burst into tears.

The last wave of drowsiness hit like a tide, Hanazawa Mingjin couldn't resist anymore, and closed her eyes heavily.

With one right hand hanging down weakly, a fist was loosely half-clenched, and a go black piece fell out.

Because it is a sunspot, it cannot be seen whether it is stained with blood.

—The later life lasted about a year.

The life of the homeless.

The remaining members of the Hanazawa family gathered together and started an endless journey

They have passed through mountains, lakes, forests, forests, and deserts.Pass by people's castles and gardens.

They have also passed through happiness, pain, women's warmth and tears, and the endless cold and loneliness in life.

Perhaps this can be called a journey,

If the descendants of the ancient nobles don't like the word "fleeing".

However, have you ever traveled without knowing where you are going?

No one likes the ancient assassination family, so the Huaze family wandered around, begging everywhere, and were treated like monsters.A large number of people died of cold and disease.Whenever a clansman dies, everyone gathers around a bonfire and closes their eyes to pray for the dead.

Akihiro Hanazawa was sitting by the fire with her knees hugged, the turbulent flames flickering in her amber pupils.

Since witnessing the tragic situation in Daming Mansion that day, this innocent and lively child has become taciturn.Sometimes no one knows what she is thinking.Or maybe she didn't think about anything, just sat there quietly.

In fact, Hanazawa Akinsumi's world has long been broken into pieces, including memories, which have also become scattered.Perhaps there was a residual warmth of happiness, but now everything has become bloody leftovers.

Now she just needs someone to help her put the pieces of the world back together.

Or, throw it all away for her.

The man in the pale yellow kimono with an evil smile became the latter.

Under the ordinary sunset that day, Hanazawa Akatsuki couldn't remember when this man appeared.It seemed that after a prayer, she came to the river to wash her face, and saw the smiling face of another man reflected in the reflection.

Hanazawa Akatsuki turned around, didn't speak, just looked at the man fixedly.

The strange man smiled, and slowly stretched out his hands to her: "My child, you can choose to end this endless escape and join our team when the black wind blows. If you choose to come to me, I can give you a new life. You will no longer be who you are now, and you who are now are dead from this moment. ——If you no longer want your memory, I can also erase it for you."

Hanazawa Akatsuki quietly stared at his smiling face, almost without hesitation, her immature little hand held his big hand.

"I want to escape from here." She said softly.

"I can take you away right away."

"Can you erase my memory?" she asked skeptically.

The man in yellow smiled, his smile was blurred by the twilight.

"Once the memory is erased, the past including all the happiness, pain, laughter, and even tears will be blank. This person Hanazawa Akimi will no longer exist. I will throw away the fragments of your shattered world , and then give you a new world, so you are willing?"

The girl lowered her head and hesitated for a moment, her eyes flashed a momentary soft emotion, probably thinking of some old friends.But in the next second, she still raised her head resolutely, tears glistened in her amber eyes, but she didn't have the slightest nostalgia anymore.

"What does that new world look like?"

——Since then, Hanazawa Akinsumi has died.

On the same day, a killer named Lucky was perfectly born under Orochimaru.

Pushing away a weapon room, the cold aura coming from all directions immediately engulfed the two of them.Every weapon hung silently on the wall shone with frightening white light, as if the cold and murderous light did not refract the light from the outside world, but came from a certain characteristic of itself.

"Lucky, what kind of assassination weapon do you like?" The man in the yellow kimono put his arm on the girl's shoulder with a smile, his voice shaman.

The girl tilted her head and looked at the murderous weapons in the whole room, her eyes were timid.However, when her gaze fell on something in the corner of the room, it suddenly lit up.

A thousand copies.

Different from ordinary senbon, one end of this senbon is the same as ordinary senbon, while the other end is strangely bent into the shape of a four-leaf clover.Somehow, there was a faint red light, like blood.But the tip of the needle is a cold green color that is only displayed after quenching the poison.These two colors are strangely mixed together, and the light emitted by Qianben's whole body is still indifferent silver light, overflowing with brilliance.

"Good eyesight, Lucky." Orochimaru followed the girl's eyes and smiled with satisfaction.

"No killer has ever matched this weapon, but I'm sure you can. Its name is Clover the Killer. From then on, it's another killer, Lucky."

Over the years, the killer named Lucky has made rapid progress.

Due to the loss of memory, Orochimaru never has to worry about her mission failing due to emotional fetters.And Lucky never let him down.

Another thing he likes about her is that she is docile but not obsequious, humble but not humble.She obeys his every word, but she never salutes him, never calls him Oshemaru-sama.This is very similar to a teenager he has been interested in recently.

That boy is called Sasuke, and he will take the train to Otonin in these two days.

"Lucky, when Sasuke-kun arrives here, I will call you to inform you, you go to pick up the car." Under the dim candlelight, the pale and charming man smiled and told the girl like this.

Lucky smiled indifferently, nodded slightly, turned and left.The heavy wooden door seemed to become lighter in her hands.There was no discordant sound.

When Lucky agreed to this order, perhaps she didn't know that this was the beginning of a story.

It's the end of another story.

Orochimaru has never described it to her, and the new world can still look like that.