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Probably due to the wonderful and ineffable power involved in the blood, even though Jingujiquan had never heard of this name before, after Higiri said it with a smile, he almost instinctively recognized the name related to him.

Just like the cherry blossoms in early spring, lanterns in early summer, sweet soup in late autumn, and kotatsu in late winter, every syllable is full of warmth, and the trajectories of life are inextricably linked together, so that the black-haired youth has such a wonderful feeling. Instantly wanted to cry.

In the boundless wandering of time, the lonely soul wandering around in various worlds observes the world in different bodies, and struggles to establish his own three views in various behaviors and discourses. He is not without and walking to the end The murderer or the dying drug addict lived together, and the dirty sewers and even the garbage dump were once his living place.

He has seen the darkest human nature, and also felt the warmest smile.

So a very interesting question arises. At the age of seven, he witnessed the death of his mother, and at the age of 15, he entered a precarious life of wandering. He has enough reasons to hate this world, and also has enough reasons to become a cruel and cruel person, but When he returned to the track he should have, he still retained the ability to perceive kindness and tenderness.

— This is really a very, very remarkable thing.

Jingujiquan repeated the name he heard for the first time in a daze, as if the broken memories in his heart were quietly covered with a hot hand warmer, which restored the empty heart to its proper temperature.

A woman's smile flashed across the empty memory, her facial features were delicate and correct, only a pair of long and narrow eyebrows could be called amazing.

This clip only lasted for a few seconds, and the memory dregs that emerged settled down again.

But after saying that name, Higiri fell into silence.

Judging by the bewilderment on his face, even he himself didn't know why he was silent. Jingujiquan carefully used his fingers to brush away the long hair covering the eyes of the silent god, deliberately avoiding those that hurt at first glance. Wound, calling out in a low voice: "Muschiki?"

Under the golden light, the dark red pupils were still as quiet as frost. Fu Sangshen, who was being looked after, hugged the human being in his arms a little tighter, and repeated the name again: "—"

Jinguji Izumi subconsciously curled up his fingers pinching Hikakiri's hair, Hikakiri blinked, his dark red eyes quietly staring at the young man in front of him.

The childlike innocence disappeared, and the deep pain suppressed under the snowy field slowly broke through the ice surface and came up, and white snow appeared in the empty eyes. All traces belonging to the world are wiped out in the boundless wilderness.

Fu Sangshen with frosty white hair smiled.

Jingujiquan involuntarily opened his eyes wide.

It's not like he hasn't seen Higakiri's smile before, and his own Higakiri also likes to smile, which is like the commonality of "Higakiri". Apart from the same appearance and habits, this Shindou likes to laugh very much. No matter what occasion or time, they are not stingy with smiling at the people they see, sweet, gentle, like sticky crystal honey, can pull out long strands of amber syrup, every arc They all shone with beautiful little dots of light.

But does "Higakiri" actually have such a smile?

It seems that all the protective layers have been torn off, the amber syrup is gone, and the viscous honey is gone. There is only an endless pale snowfield under the high concentration of sugar, and deep and shallow scars under the ice layer, like tearing The wound that split the body stretched across the earth, completely isolating death from the hustle and bustle next door.

His pain, hesitation, fear, guilt, and all the negative emotions that human beings can have are mixed together, and he is terrified in front of those who hurt him like a child.

He was originally a samurai, but he lost the ability to lift a sword.

Jingujiquan looked at Fu Sangshen, who had a familiar face but an unfamiliar soul. The instinct in his blood made him want to roar for a moment, and he picked up everyone's collar to question who hurt him so far.

"It turned out to be you." The silent Fu Sangshen withdrew his sad smile and said in a low voice. The bright light spots that jumped when he saw the light balls in his eyes disappeared, and the hand holding Jingongjiquan slowly disappeared. She slackened her strength and just held him loosely in her arms.

"You know me." Jingujiquan moved his lips.

Higakiri smiled again, this time the smile was closer to the Higakiri in people's perception, with a bit of joy and indulgence in his voice.

"Yes, I know you. When you were young, you often hid in my bed to avoid taking medicine." Mustache's voice became lighter.

Jingujiquan's hand, which was holding the corner of his mustache, was so hard that his knuckles turned white. The sudden emotion made his breathing tremble: "...you are really..."

Higekiri gently bumped Jingujiquan's forehead with his forehead, like a father playing with his young son: "Well, guess what?"

Jingujiquan looked at him blankly: "Then why are you here, why..."

Why only you, still alive?

Hidekiri leaned back, leaned against the wall, escaped from the range of the ball of light, and hid himself back in the familiar darkness, but his eyes still stayed on the ball of tumult.

"It's so similar..." He sighed subconsciously, "It's exactly the same color as your mother's spiritual power, but it's much stronger than her. Although she has such a weak face, she is actually a martial artist. Let her practice." Spiritual power control is like killing her, because of this, Candlestick doesn't know how many times it quarreled with her."

It is really a headache for Fu Sangshen to have a martial arts master, especially this master is a weak woman no matter how you look at it, every time she sees her wielding a naginata and a retrograde army, Fu Sangshen is very troubled. The mourners felt dizzy for a while.

"...They reconciled after you were born. Your mother swore in front of us not to train you to be a martial artist. At least it saved a lot of trouble for the other us hahahahahahaha."

Mustache laughed as he spoke, and there was not much real emotion in the laughter, which quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Jingujiquan listened quietly for a while, and Higakiri fell into his own thoughts again.

Being in a daze anytime, anywhere is no different from other mustaches.

"I don't know why I'm here." Mustache brought the topic back, the empty chest drove the muscles and vocal cords to work, and the hoarse voice was accompanied by rough breathing noises, a kind of cold horror.

"I don't know how long it's been..." He said whatever came to his mind, "I've wandered around the battlefield for a long time since Honmaru left... Eh, you're already this old?"

It was as if he had just seen Jingujiquan, and his thinking felt disconnected.

However, Jingujiquan keenly grasped a key point in his words: "After you left Honmaru? You didn't die—and you left Honmaru?"

Hidekiri let out a long "huh?", and it took a long time to understand what he meant: "Oh, I left Honmaru, then found you, and I was here after that."

His words were terribly concise, but Jingujiquan heard something he couldn't believe: "Find me?! You, after you... have you found me after?"

According to the information obtained from Shiraishi's mouth, when he was seven years old, he was adopted by a couple in this world because of the destruction of his mother Honmaru. He was not taken back into care by Shizheng until he was 15 years old due to a broken soul. The shadow of Fukihikeri? !

Hidekiri thought about it with some difficulty, raised his hand and gestured for a height: "You were probably so tall at that time, you were going to school, right? By the way, what are you studying? The owner of the house mentioned that he would let you go to school. Study literature, and I can write novels for her in the future..."

Higakiri wandered between the past and the reality with torn thoughts, and went to the wrong set again without paying attention: "...but you don't know how long you will have to wait when you grow up. The travel notes memorized by Sanriyue can let her pass Time, where did I put that travel book? Brother Maru should know..."

Jingujiquan closed his mouth, and silently looked at Higakiri who fell into his own thoughts again, Fu Sangshen's pale face showed a little joy from the past, and his tone became softer.

"Ah, is your soul complete? I seemed to use too much force when I split it..." Mustache raised his hand and made a gesture, his dark red eyes were full of concern, as if he didn't know what he said something happened.

Jingujiquan forgot even the shock this time, because he received too much information and showed a scene of blank mind.

"Anyway, it's good if I didn't get caught by those guys from the time retrograde army. I want to live, live..." Higakiri began to repeat this sentence, and Jingujiquan tried to dig out a little reason from his chaotic brain, "Time The retrograde army? They... what does this have to do with them?"

Mustache glanced at him, this time his expression was normal, with clear and coherent rationality: "Your spiritual power is too strong, there is a shortage of such talents in the time-traveling army, and you don't have a strong enough guardian. It’s too easy to catch you in this world. If I hadn’t followed a team of retrograde troops to this world by accident, I wouldn’t even know they had found your address.”

Jingujiquan opened his mouth: "I don't know..."

He didn't know anything, he didn't know what someone had paid for him to survive, and he didn't know that gunpowder and blood had appeared in the seemingly peaceful life.

He is so well protected.

"I can't follow you all the time. I originally wanted to send you back to Shizheng, where you can get the strictest protection, but I didn't have time, so I had to act first. An unconscious body will never be placed by them. on target."

Facts have proved that although this method has endless troubles, it is indeed effective. At least after that time, there was no retrograde army to disturb his life.

Although he is also running to survive, no one puts a knife on his neck all the time.

"Also, is there any other Fusangshen who survived, my mother—" He stopped in the middle of his words, he knew very well that she could not be alive, no mother would abandon her child outside For so many years, especially she is a woman who loves him so much.

But mustache suddenly approached him with great interest: "Don't you ask me why I fell secretly?"

Is there any need to ask?

The lord is dead, the colleagues are dead, and only the desperate madness is left in the solitary soul. Isn't it a normal thing to fall into the dark?

Izumi Jinguji looked at him in the dim light, and Mustache lowered his head and groped around. The surroundings seemed to be piled up with dry straw or other rotten plants, and they made a reluctant click when they were pulled apart by hands. , the faint dust floated up, covering the words of the fallen gods in the flickering shadows.

"I killed them."

Jingujiquan's whole body tensed up, and he stopped when he heard Higakiri groping for something, and the sound of the blade and scabbard clinking was very clear at this moment.

"So I live and they all die."

In the darkness, a bright and cold knife light reflected the dark golden light and lit up.