The enemy knife Yaoer [comprehensive comics]

In the early morning, the sky is not yet bright, only the sky shows the shimmer of goose egg white.

Wu Hutui slowly opened his eyes, there was no trace of ignorance in his eyes when he first woke up, and the sleeping face of Dagger was beside him. Wuhu Tui looked at Mr. Xiaohu who was curled up beside Dagger, and he didn't know when they became so close to Dagger up.

Gently getting down from the other side of the bed, Wu Hu retreated gently and tucked the quilt under the dagger, and quietly left the room.

They are leaving here today.

In fact, as early as two days ago, the wound of the dagger had almost healed, but neither of them said anything, and it has been delayed until today.

Wuhu retreated to the small river that he often visited during this time, stroked a handful of clear water and slapped it on his face. The cool river water hitting his face made him wake up a little bit. He lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the distorted reflection in the water. , exhaled slowly.

Feeling a little anxious, but Wuhu Tui knew the reason.

Today he is going back to Honmaru.

It has been almost a month since I fell off the cliff, searched for the lost body here, and then accidentally found the dagger in a coma by the river.

One month may not be long or short, but it is enough to make the swordsmen in Honmaru believe that he has broken the sword. Five tigers retreat know that as long as he does not take the initiative to appear in front of them, they will not know that he is still alive. Even if his name is always written on the knife account in that person's hand, as long as he is still in this place, it is easy to avoid that person's capture.

but……

Wu Hutui closed his eyes lightly, and buried his face in his arms. Beads of water slid down his cheeks and gathered on the delicate chin of the young man, as if the emotionless voice of the people around him before he set off echoed in his ears. sound.

"The Lord wants us to die."

Well, he knew that the lord didn't care about them at all, otherwise he wouldn't have allowed them to step into such a dangerous place equipped with such low-level equipment.

If it was before, he would definitely feel chilling and fearful, but at that time, he just put on the sword suit silently, and went out with the temporarily formed team.

When he fell from the cliff, he felt inexplicably relaxed. However, ironically, at the critical moment, the inconspicuous knife suit on his body played a role, and the fall from such a steep place turned out to be only a sprain.

He survived, but he didn't feel lucky in the slightest.Now, the thought of going back to that Honmaru feels horrible, but he still has to go back, but if he escapes here, it will be a betrayal of the swords who are still left in the Honmaru.

Therefore, taking care of the dagger became an excuse for him to stay here. As long as the dagger was not fully healed from his sword injury, he could stay here for a while longer, so he couldn't help but be concerned about the dagger's injury. Mixed with some ideas that shouldn't be there.

He knew it was despicable, but he couldn't restrain the thought from appearing. The time he stayed in the house when he saw the dagger was able to stand up was almost a torment.

...In this case, it is not as easy as being broken on the battlefield.

Gently flicking the river water flowing from his fingertips a few times, the five tigers blinked their amber-like clear eyes, and after staring at the river for a long time, when they were about to turn around and stand up, a white-haired dog suddenly stretched out behind them hand.

The cool fingertips lightly brushed against his ear, and something was pinned to it, carrying the moisture of the morning.

Wu Hu retreated and turned around, raised his hand and touched something on his ear in a daze, and after distinguishing what it was, he slightly bent his single exposed eye, and said with a faint smile: "Where did this come from?" picked it?"

Carefully looking at his expression, he found that he didn't seem to have the stiff feeling not long ago, and Dagger couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.He pointed to the path leading to the hut behind him, and casually indicated that he picked it on the way.

After finishing speaking, several fluffy little tigers jumped out from behind the dagger, coiled around Wuhutui's knees, rubbed each other affectionately, and looked at the dagger that slowly walked to the river to start cleaning from time to time, with a smart and graceful posture. cute.

Dagger held a handful of clear water and splashed it on his face, because he usually used the water brought by Wuhutui to wash his face and didn't feel anything, but now he suddenly washed his face directly by the river, and even Dagger, who had never been aware of cold or heat, felt a little cold. But it also feels refreshing.

He poked his probe out, and observed the river carefully with black and white eyes, as if intending to catch a fish for breakfast.Rolling up the wide sleeve robe, licking the corner of his lips with a short knife, he slowly stretched out his hand towards the river.

"Let's go back."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden pause in his movements, the dagger was stunned, and he turned to look at the young man behind him.After looking at him quietly for a long time, Dagger suddenly stood up.

His legs were a little sore from squatting for a long time, and the dagger walked around the boy with his head down without making a sound.

What Wuhu Tui meant by going back was very clear to the dagger, too, it had been so long, grass might have grown on his grave, no wonder Wuhu Tui wanted to go back and proposed it on his own initiative.

Neither of them went back to the hut. They had everything that belonged to them, and there was no need to put it in the hut.In the final analysis, it was just a temporary resting place, but because it was more comfortable than caves and the like, it couldn't be given a name similar to 'home' at all.

Dagger walked ahead silently, and as the two of them walked forward, the surrounding scenery gradually became familiar, and a finger of the dagger could clearly point out the location of the hut where Ota and Taidao were.

Although the wound on the leg has healed, the long-term action is still a little bit reluctant. Short knife and Wuhutui had to rest a few times in the middle. The time finally reached the junction.

When approaching the junction, Dagger stopped in his tracks, and immediately behind him came Wuhutui's voice full of doubts and worries.

"What's wrong? Does your leg hurt again?"

Dagger glanced at the enchantment in front of him that was flowing like waves on the surface of water, and slowly turned around to look at Wu Hutui, who didn't seem to notice the strangeness in front of him at all.

For some reason, Dagger suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, not just because of the imminent separation, but at this moment he clearly realized that the positions of the two were completely different.

Dagger lowered his eyes to calm down his emotions, then raised his finger and pointed to the road opposite the junction in front of him.

Seeing this, Wuhu Tui was silent for a moment: "Does that mean...you want me to walk from here...?"

Dagger turned his face to the side and didn't respond.

"..." Wuhu retreated quietly looking at the dagger, and a little tiger under his knee raised his paw and touched him lightly.

This may become his last good memory.

Wu Hu retreated and lowered his eyes slowly, trying his best to cheer up and look at the person in front of him with a smile.

"Goodbye."

After saying that, he stepped over the stiff body of the dagger and walked forward.

When passing through the water curtain, his breathing froze for a moment. Wu Hutui didn't notice anything unusual, and just thought it was an uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

He bit his lower lip and took a few steps forward, then suddenly stopped, and turned around suddenly as if he was about to say something, but his expression froze in an instant in the next second.

……

Missed.