[Tutor] The fighting power of snakes and scorpions is immeasurable

"look."

Following Giotto's gaze, Cecia scanned everyone's fingers.

"Lam, rain, clear, thunder, fog, cloud."

Giotto smiled and pointed to the ring on his hand, "I am Daiku, and we still need the night."

"Although I didn't think about the existence of the night at first, but after meeting you, I feel that only with the night can I be a complete Vengley."

"Cessia, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Swallows everything, but also hides everything. It exists illusory but real. It looks peaceful but there are dangers everywhere. It is not only a safe backing for your companions, but also can be used as the coldest sharp edge."

When Giotto said this, he didn't know why his smile was a bit bitter.

"I originally wanted you to be a carefree girl, but unfortunately that doesn't seem to suit you, sorry, Cecia."

The coldest blade...?

Cecia looked at her white palm, but under the illusion of whiteness, she didn't know how much blood was stained on it.

So fitting, night, darkness.

It's like representing yourself, isn't it?

"Don't feel guilty, Giotto." Cecia smiled like a poppy, "I don't want to be that kind of girl who is so innocent that she doesn't know the world, that would be too stupid."

"On the contrary, what you said is my pursuit."

She is a child born in the dark depths. Even if she pursues warmth, she clearly understands that she belongs to the darkness. She likes that, and she never worries about the darkness in her depths.

On the contrary, it was the mediocre and mediocre life under the light that made her tired.

She likes this identity very much.

The ring between her fingers seemed to resonate with her, shining pure black light, seeing the shocked eyes of the people around her, her eyes were tender like water.

"This child also likes me very much."

A deep blackness flowed through her eyes, Cesia touched the ring and looked at the guardians.

"I seem to know how to use this ring."

"Where's Aya?"

Looking at his childhood sweetheart G who was sitting on the sofa beside him, Giotto asked.

This is the second year she has been with them, and time flies, and they are already used to her presence, just like her.

"I'm here, dear Giotto, are you looking for me?"

After the words were finished, a familiar female voice came from the big window, with a full smile, which was much more real than at the beginning.

Probably because of staying with such a gentle person for so long, I feel that I have become less indifferent than before.

"Aya, it's dangerous there, you come down first."

"Cesia, come down."

The two male voices overlapped, Cecia smiled happily, and then jumped down from the window sill.For Giotto, who was gentle with her from the beginning, it was unexpected that he got along so well with G.

It's really a sense of accomplishment.

"Miss Cecia, your black tea."

Outside the door, Lan Bao with messy hair held a cup of freshly brewed black tea, handed it to Cecia, and ran away immediately.

"The way you get along with Lan Bao hasn't changed."

G looked at Lan Bao who was almost fleeing, and sighed towards Cecia.

"Ah, that's right."

Thinking of the photo that the future Vongola Ninth generation showed her, Cecia grinned at Giotto.

"Hey, let's take a picture."

"Photos?" Giotto looked at Cecia suspiciously. The photo technology in this era is very poor, and not many people can use it, so it can be said that there were very few things like photography at that time. It was mentioned.

"Why do you suddenly want to take pictures?"

"Because it can stay, it's commemorative, and..."

And I don't know when, she may leave, but, this kind of words should be somewhat unacceptable to them.

Thinking of this, she pursed her lips and did not continue.

"If Cecia wants, it's fine." Giotto patted Cecia's head, as if he was comforting a pet.

Moreover, Cecia subconsciously cooperated with Giotto's palm to rub, and only after she finished rubbing did she realize what she was doing, and immediately left the big dry and warm hand, with a slight embarrassment and irritation on her face.

"Cesia, you are almost becoming Giotto's captivity."

Looking at Cecia half-sneeringly, G showed a rare mocking smile.

"How dare you laugh at me?"

She glared at G who was sitting on the sofa beside her with murderous intent, but was ignored by G, and she lowered her head in frustration. If it was before, she would have done it without saying a word, but now she still can't deal with them seriously. .

It's family after all.

I really didn't expect, would a person like her recognize the existence of the family?I thought I would only have my own existence from now on.

However, she felt a little warm in her heart, because no matter how cold-blooded she is, she is still a human being, which is an undeniable fact. She used to naively thought that as long as she did not have her parents and former friends, she would be fine, but only now did she know that cutting off all It's simply impossible to tie up or something.

If there is a bond, everything will be different. For a killer, having a bond is an exposed fatal weakness. In the past, she would try her best to get rid of the bond, just because she was unwilling to let anyone Knowing her weakness, but now she is willing to try this kind of tied life.

Maybe it suits her unexpectedly.

Standing in front of the old-fashioned camera that Giotto and the others got, pulling all the guardians to her side, and posing in the classic photo scissors pose, she smiled brightly.

Ah, that's not her ancestor, that's her.

The author has something to say: Maizi has been desperately saving manuscripts recently, and will only come back once a month after school starts, ah, so sad.