My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Opening your eyes, a bell rang in the distance.

Obviously it is a bell that can be heard at night recently, but only by listening with your heart can you understand the majesty of the bell and the grandeur of deathly silence.

Without death, there is no life (sound), and only with death can there be life (sound).

This place is not a land of the living, but a valley and abyss, a dark place of death.

"Trial of the Valley..." Shuo Yue, who transformed into a black shadow, sighed in a low voice. The spear in his hand was no longer the spear that was constructed using his soul, but the rusty short knife that had been beside him since he woke up.

Although it is not too dull, if the technique is not right, you will have to curl the blade when you hit two or three people.

So - make some progress before losing your weapons.

After being reminded of the two rituals, Shuo Yue no longer faced this trial with a recreational attitude. Instead, she took steady steps and touched the first enemy at the door, the heavy armored cavalry riding a war horse. go.

If he had a spear in hand, and with Diarmuid's superb spear skills, Shuo Yue would be able to pierce him through a brief struggle with the heavy cavalry.

But now, he took the initiative to seal the 'foreign object', and turned to seeing with his eyes and answering with a short knife.

This is the true meaning of the trial - in the valley where the boundary between life and death is blurred, borrowing countless lives to find the possibility of killing with one strike.

The wind flowed in the silent valley, and the wind broke into the evening bell hanging in the bell tower. The ancient inscriptions buzzed, and even the air trembled.

Hear, for whom the bell tolls.

"Dong...dong...dong..."

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Yuzhu's mansion, a certain room

The door opened quietly. There was no light, not even a human figure. Only a pair of clear black eyes shone with a slight magic light, allowing a certain girl to move freely in the darkness.

Looking at the 'shota' who was sitting in the middle of the room with no furnishings, with bandages on her body and her eyes tightly closed, the girl who merged with the black frowned deeply.

Regarding Yuju Kuonji, there are three things that this witch lady cannot tolerate.

One is that he hates humans, is super, invincible, and hates humans (Aoko:?).

Second, she hates the habit of Asians taking off their shoes when entering the house. Whether wearing slippers or bare feet, she can't stand the dragging sound when stepping on the carpet.

The third is that she hates others messing with her things, especially the mansion left to her by her mother, which is definitely her biggest minefield.

As for Mr. Sakuzuki, who revealed his identity as a human being, made a similar sound by dragging the untied bandage on the ground, and broke into a house in the middle of the night, there is no doubt that it is not an exaggeration to say that he was dancing in Miss Yuzu's minefield.

There is only one reason why his humanity was not destroyed directly——

Not an opponent.

Although they threw out the 'diddle diddle' before being overtaken and arranged a suitable place for fighting, the 'Twinledee \u0026amp; Twindledum' were pierced by ten thousand swords as soon as they appeared; The target selected by the Scratch Dumpty became himself in the next moment; before the magic eye could activate, he was captured next to the magician who looked like a child, and lost his ability to fight.

"Give me a place to stay, Miss Yuzu." The bandage monster, who looked more like an old monster than a child, said:

“For the losing side, this condition is already very easy, I hope you won’t let each other down.

Even though Youzhu deliberately arranged an empty room with nothing for him, this uninvited guest still happily agreed, and even fell into a deep sleep without even locking the door like now.

Kuonji Yuju calmly raised her fingers, and the witch's pure magic power condensed on her fingertips.

With the magic markings all over her body, the power of Gandr (cursed bullets) condensed is comparable to that of large-caliber bullets. As long as it hits the head, even the most powerful magician will lose the ability to move for a period of time. Then Youzhu will have a chance. Give this strange guy...

A drop of cold sweat slipped from the temples.

Her fairy tale monsters (PLOY) are sounding alarms like crazy. Even without them, Miss Yuzu, as a witch, feels a sudden sense of oppression.

It was like suddenly stepping into a dragon's lair.

Like a hungry beast eyeing its prey.

It was like being suddenly watched by an endless abyss.

——And she was also staring into the abyss.

His brain was racing because of fear, his eyes were fixed on the 'enemy' in front of him, and his limbs were unable to move as if they were filled with lead.

The person in front of her was not awake, so what was it that made her shudder?

Pre-programmed magic? Triggered magic gift? Or... the familiar lurking in the room?

The magic power on her fingertips dissipated, and the black witch slowly retreated, disappearing into the room as if she had never been there.

It wasn't until some staggering footsteps disappeared in the corridor that the darkness in the room flowed again.

The 'beast' that wrapped the entire room with its shadow stretched, lay down, and continued to take a nap.

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The time is half past six in the morning.

Even though he didn't get a good sleep at night, Youzhu still woke up from his light sleep on time.

Even on the most awkward mornings for ordinary people, she can still perform movements accurately and quietly like a self-disciplined doll.

But once she remembered what happened last night, her originally dull mood became filled with annoyance.

Even if he was defeated, even if he tried to assassinate him at night, he would be scared off...

So now, that dog-skin plaster that cannot be beaten or driven away is still stuck in his house...

Full of dissatisfaction, Yuzhu even resisted opening the door, as if outside the safe house was not her mansion, but the end of the world.

I walked to the living room a few minutes slower than usual, intending to have a cup of tea to calm down, but I found that someone had already occupied the living room - the white-haired Shota, who was no longer wrapped in bandages and was wearing a black windbreaker and was reading quietly, was sitting on the sofa. , Xunsheng raised his head:

"Good morning, Miss Yuju."

"..." Miss Yuzhu's eyes looked as if they were dead, but Shuoyue continued to say with a smile:

"Breakfast has been prepared and placed in the sunroom. I'm really sorry for disturbing you last night. At least you can allow me to have a breakfast to express my apology."

Can't.

reject.

Please leave.

Subconsciously, he wanted to speak, but the boy's smile was like sunshine, dispelling the negative emotions in Youzhu's heart.

Beautiful young girl, passively triggered.

Determined a great success!

Even though Youzhu is a witch, Shuoyue's own good looks are also an expression of 'beauty'. And admiring beautiful things can always make people feel peaceful.

Therefore, Miss Yuzhu didn't say anything, turned around and walked to the sunroom, and made up her mind in her heart that once the breakfast made her dissatisfied, she would have to drive this guy out of the house even if she had another fight or called in foreign aid. Di.

As a result, as soon as she stepped into the sunroom, Miss Witch opened her mouth slightly and let out a silent sigh.

Wow……

What an exquisite breakfast this is.

The skin is crispy, the sausages pierced with a fork are shiny with oil, the juicy shallots, the appetizing baked beans, the bacon that is fried to the right temperature, the golden toast, the sunny-side-up omelette that looks like a bull's eye, and Half a finger thick, brightly colored fried salt tomatoes.

It's just a plate, but it gives people a different kind of satisfaction and richness, and it also subtly caters to girls' psychology of not wanting to eat too much. It's obvious that the chef is quite considerate.

For Youzhu, who upholds individualism and whose breakfast in the past could be described as simple—to be honest, it only had a hard-looking toast that took less than two seconds to prepare—had not seen such a breakfast for a long time.

Picking up the knife and fork, Yuzhu suddenly understood why Aoko liked to say "I'm going to start" and other pre-dinner etiquette.

"I, I'm starting..."

TIP1: The Italian word for describing a sunny-side-up omelette is ‘uova all’occhio di bue’, which means cow’s eyes.

TIP2: Because I don’t know why the chapter was automatically released (I didn’t set the timer), I had to find time to type on the day I asked for leave, and I ran out of manuscripts... I changed the leave time to tomorrow, sorry for bothering everyone.