Monks Living in Tokyo

Step by step to the heights, the footprints were quickly covered and disappeared in the wind and snow.

The little girl came to the highest point of the hill, and seemed to want to stand on the highest point to see the way out, but when she stood there, she seemed to be frozen.

It's not dark yet, but I can still see clearly.

The front is still a vast expanse of whiteness, with no end in sight and no way out.

Looking back, the footprints have all disappeared, and there is no way to go back, only to move forward.

I don't know how long she was in a daze before those eyes finally regained some expression. She didn't speak, but walked down and continued to move forward.

Just when she was walking halfway, the snow under her feet suddenly collapsed.

boom.

The little girl fell on the snow-colored hillside, rolled towards the bottom, and finally fell into the white snow, her will was exhausted by the cold, and now she is at the end of her rope.

She was unable to get up, and snow gradually accumulated on her back.

Very tired, very sleepy, this is the only feeling she has left, and her spirit is numb.

But she vaguely remembered those expressionless but extremely cruel faces.

I don't want it to end like this, it's not over yet...

wow.

A black mist emitted from the little girl's body.

"Ugh..."

But the black mist quickly disappeared again, and the little girl who had not moved at first also wailed, as if she was forced out of strength, she propped herself up a little bit, and she was still unable to get up from her knees.

The little girl looked up at the snowflakes falling in the sky, she seemed to have come to an end.

【The power of Yin...】

Are you hallucinating?

It seems that I heard a woman's voice...

wow.

In front of the little girl, the wind and snow gathered and swirled, as if forming a human figure.

It was a beautiful woman commensurate with this white world, with snow-colored long hair and snow-colored pupils, even the eyelashes were snow-white, wearing a robe of the same color, like a beauty walking out of a picture scroll Same.

so beautiful...

The little girl knelt there, she couldn't speak, but her brain was still working slowly.

But the snow-haired woman didn't speak again, she just floated in the air and looked at the little girl.

At this time, the little girl seemed to realize something, and she opened her mouth with all her strength.

"Please..."

She didn't even have much strength left to speak, but she was still struggling, wanting to continue this broken path.

"help me."

The snow-haired woman stared at the obviously weak little girl in front of her. She didn't open her mouth, but a voice came out.

[Yes, but with conditions. 】

The little girl was unable to speak and just looked at the snow-haired woman.

[After finishing what you want to do, your body belongs to me. 】

The little girl who heard this condition did not show any sluggishness, she looked weakly at the snow-haired woman in front of her, and blinked her eyes.

Did not speak, nor any expression.

But the answer has already been conveyed.

The snow-haired girl raised her white and flawless jade palm, a silvery white light emerged, and a pattern intertwined with gorgeous patterns unfolded in front of the little girl.

hum.

Countless silk threads drilled out of the pattern, connecting the snow-haired woman with the little girl.

[The contract is completed. 】

wow.

The figure of the snow-haired woman turned into white light and poured into the little girl's body.

The broken circuit was continued, opening her second section of the road.

[You can call me Snow Girl, what's your name? 】

"...Nagasawa Yuan."

Four years later.

The little girl was already nine years old. She found those who survived the destruction of the laboratory and formed a revenge association.

Over the years, her hands were stained with blood, and she gained great wealth, but these were nothing more than tools she used to better survive.

She doesn't care about wealth.

"We found 0137."

In a villa, several people sat together and put a stack of documents on the table.

Nagasawa Yuan, who was only nine years old, took the information, scanned it roughly, and locked his eyes on the photo of the girl of the same age on the information.

"Xinggong...Yangzi."

A blond boy beside him was stroking his freshly dyed hair. He smiled and said, "That's great. Shall I follow her to live a new life? She seems to be doing well."

Yuan Nagasawa looked at the girl in the photo expressionlessly.

Someone nearby asked: "It's strange, why hasn't she been corroded by the yin force? According to our investigation, she was picked up and sent to the orphanage after the laboratory was shattered. There is no record of serious illness."

The blond girl said thoughtfully: "Could it be that the power of Yin has disappeared by itself?"

Everyone was silent, they just felt that the possibility was not great, anyway, everyone present was in the same situation, and the girl on the information was obviously not the same thing.

At this time, Nagasawa Yuan stood up and walked out.

"Where are you going?"

"Go and see this man."

Arakawa, Tokyo.

The sights of many passers-by were attracted by the little girl with exquisite appearance and refined temperament.

What a beautiful little girl!

Could it be a child star or child model somewhere?

Outside an elementary school, Nagasawa Yuan stood quietly under a tree.

After a long time, the little girl who was the same as in the photo appeared in sight, and beside her was a boy and a girl.

They followed them to a park, and it seemed that the time had come, and the three of them were about to separate.

At this time, the nine-year-old girl met Yuan Nagasawa.

"Ok?"

The girl looked at Nagasawa Yuan suspiciously, and the two passed by, but after the girl walked a few steps, she suddenly stopped, turned her head and looked at Nagasawa Yuan.

"Um... are you lost?"

Nagasawa Yuan turned around to look at the girl, and asked, "You are Yoko Xinggong, right?"

"Do you know my name?" The girl was a little surprised. She suddenly thought of something and said with a smile, "We are from the same school! Which class are you in?"

Nagasawa Yuan looked at the girl and didn't speak.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Xiao Yangzi also felt puzzled, so she couldn't help asking: "Can't you find your parents?"

Nagasawa Yuan still didn't speak.

But this also made the innocent Xiao Yangzi think that it was the same thing. After thinking about it, she walked forward and said with a smile: "Where is your home? I'll take you back!"

"I don't want to go back yet."

"Is that so..."

Xiao Yangzi blinked her big eyes, thought for a moment and then smiled, "Then let me sit here with you for a while!"

Nagasawa nodded silently.

[343.Chapter 344 Until we meet again]

Two little girls are sitting on a bench.

It seems that two completely different personalities form different atmospheres and mix together.

Xiao Yangzi was sitting on the bench dangling her legs, she looked up at the night sky, her big shiny black eyes fluttering.

It's so late, will I be scolded by my parents when I go back?

She thought about it.

Nagasawa Yuan sat beside her quietly, and she spoke slowly.

"number 0137."

Hearing her words, Xiao Yangzi smiled and asked, "What is number 0137?"

She can't remember?

Nagasawa Yuan froze for a moment, then fell silent for a moment, she said: "Do you still remember what happened when you were a child?"

"When you were young?"

Xiao Yangzi blinked her eyes, she frowned as if thinking hard, finally shook her head and said, "I don't remember."

forgotten...