Let me fight [Quick Transmigration]

My name is Shuihua, Shui who is as good as water, and Hua who is like Hua.

I love the name because it's the only thing left of me by parents I've never met, even though it's going to cause me endless trouble.

I have a name.

I grew up in an orphanage. There are wild children without parents in the orphanage. No one would laugh at anyone for this.

But compared to many children who don't even know their surnames, I have a name, which is enough to cause jealousy and exclusion.

What's more, I still have a "vixen" face.

Girls are more likely to be abandoned than boys, so there are naturally more girls in the orphanage.

In a girl's world, being good-looking is already a big sin, not to mention me, an annoying vixen, with my own surname and first name.

I have no parents, no family, and I don't know where I belong, but at least it's definitely not this place that attacks me out of nowhere.

So, as soon as I reach the age, I can't wait to choose to leave the orphanage and make a clean break with that world full of hatred and malice.

But I didn't expect, maybe I should have thought earlier, that leaving the orphanage, the school is definitely not a fertile ground.

Finally, someone started to laugh at me for being a wild child without parents. No matter what I did, someone would point at me with the greatest malice, as if being abandoned by my parents was a terrible sin.

I used to think orphanages were hell, but no, schools are.

When I thought that school was hell, the reality slapped my face mercilessly.

I was taken, and I have to say, whoever took me was wise as well as stupid.

It is wise that my disappearance will not arouse anyone's mind. If you arrest me, no one will call the police, and you will have no worries at all.

Stupid and stupid at this point, I have no relatives or friends, who should the kidnapper ask for ransom?

Later I realized that it was me who was stupid.

The person who took me didn't want a ransom at all, he just wanted to watch us "play games" for fun.

When someone finally couldn't resist the temptation from the loudspeaker and the hunger in his stomach, and the frail teenager who was two years younger than me had blood splattered on my face, I didn't know what the real thing was. hell.

Envy, bullying, and everyone's tacit resistance used to be limited to a certain law, but here, in this shadowy dungeon, the last thing it needs is law.

The only rule is to live.

But it was not until I entered here that I didn't know that there is really a paradise in the world.

Here, I am not an annoying vixen, not a wild child without parents, but a normal person who is protected and cared for.

Oh, I was wrong, there are no normal people here.

But it doesn’t matter, what’s important is that I no longer have to put on a weak appearance to win sympathy and satisfy my bullies as soon as possible. I can be afraid, kill, and indulge in blood, and he will tolerate it.

He said he liked it.

He likes the real me, the distorted me, even the weak me,

How wonderful I was in hell and found my own heaven.

How wonderful, I am in my own paradise, being dragged into the abyss again by the hands of my only love.

Why did you make this kind of decision? You laughed and died in relief, dragging everything out without any guilt to hide.

Why not ask my opinion.

I haven't had time to tell you, in fact, I don't mind what you did to me, you died.

yes i don't mind.

Maybe I have been concerned and fearful, but even without your guidance, I think I will discover my passion for blood sooner or later.

I hate the man who took my mask off.

But that's only because my residual morality makes me hate myself.

How could I hate you if you said earlier that this person was you.

After all, no matter what kind of me I am, you like me, don't you?

You said you love me.

I love you too.

I love you too.

I love you to the point where I live like you.

I escaped, accepting my unnatural craving without resistance.

What does it matter if you kill people? Anyway, if you are still alive, you will still like it.

Of course you like it, you like it so much that you polished me into this look with your own hands.

I like it too, I like to watch the horror of dying people, every time, I will enjoy it for a long time.

Because not only my own, but also yours, I am your eyes.

Do you still like what you saw?

I thought my whole life was going to be closed in the abyss like this, until I met her.

Originally, he just went hunting, but why did he get caught up, and suddenly seemed to return to the past when he had no power to restrain the chicken.

But it doesn't matter, no matter if it's death or something else, it won't be worse than it is now, it doesn't matter.

I thought I was no longer afraid, but why did I burst into uncontrollable tears when I was rescued by her.

She is so like you.

The way she looked into my eyes seriously, the way she firmly protected me behind her back, and even the temperature of me who was trembling when she hugged me gently and cried.

I heard her soft comfort: "Don't be afraid, it's over."

No.

No, I'm not afraid, I'm just so happy that you're finally back.

No, I can't pass, and I can't pass.

If it's all over, will you still like me like this?

I know that there is a big problem with my mental state, and I know that she is not you, you like her, and she doesn't like it.

But I still can't help getting close to her, I want to sit with her, look into her eyes quietly, and see the way your eyes reflect a galaxy of stars when you say "I like them all".

I want to cook for her. Seeing her full of praise, you used to find "food" for me to eat. Now I can return you with good dishes. Do you like it?

Oh, of course you do.

you said

You like it all.

She really loves my cooking and I really love cooking for her.

It doesn't matter whether I see her or you, really, I don't care, as long as she's there.

Of course she will always be there, she likes to eat my cooking so much, and she said she will eat it for a lifetime.

I found that I liked her smile more than I liked killing, more than games, and even more than eating.

It's been a long time since I went hunting, but she likes this kind of dish just the same.

It is enough that she likes it, the rest is not important, is it?

But I should have known earlier that my paradise will always be built in the air above the pool of blood, and sooner or later it will collapse.

When she repeatedly told me to be careful when going in and out with caring words, my whole soul was screaming, trembling, and collapsing.

She's going to find out, she's finally going to find out.

Even if she hasn't discovered it yet, she is so guarded against a murderer who still exists only in reasoning, if she really knows it's me.

I dare not think about it.

But on the outside, I was still calm, showing her favorite gentle smile, and in turn told her: "You have to be careful, don't act like a policeman just because you are a policeman."

She obviously didn't care.

But I'm serious.

You have to be careful.

How could you be so careless and be drugged like those lustful men?

You are still a policeman, so you need me to teach you the lesson of being vigilant.

Then let me teach you, I am, very honored.

Hunting, blood, eating...

This is the real me, do you like it?

How can you not like it.

You said that you like them all, how can you say nothing.

How can it be said that words don't count.

Don't you like my dishes the most?

I cooked it with great care, why don't you eat it?

Is it bad taste?Is the meat too old?

You eat, you eat!you eat...

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't like to eat for a while, I was also a picky eater when I was a child, just a few meals will be enough.

It's good to be hungry.

Sure enough, look, don't you eat very deliciously?

Just admit it, you still like it.

From the first time you eat it, you just love it.

It’s okay to not want to admit that you like it.

I never wanted to admit it either.

Later, ah, later I have not accepted my true colors.

What's the matter, it's just like it.

As for my past, it is a long, long story.

Do you want to hear it?

You will love this story.

Even if you don't admit it, I know how much you like it.

How could you hide it from me? The you now are not the same as I used to be.

What about me now, is it you back then?

I finally understand why you made such a choice back then.

It's so sad to be alive.

Of course I know you actually like it, of course I know you'll blame me for making the decision for you, and of course I know I don't have to.

But if you don't, how likely are you to face yourself.

But if I don’t do this, how can I face myself who has done such a thing.

I know.

I know you'll forgive me like I never blamed him.

But you won't forgive me now.

Only I die.

I would.

I have long wanted to go.

Please cut open my stomach, and please take a look at my heart.

Look at my heart that was selfish after all.

I will do anything to make you forgive me.

Including making yourself disappear forever, and also including pulling you down to hell.

Did you also think so at the beginning?

No, I don't want you to be the second me.

I will never die in your heart like he has always been by my side.

But you will live like me.

What if you can't meet your her.

You will live like me.

I do not want to.