[Comprehensive] Blessings to the beautiful black organization

The blades met briefly, and Tsurumaru's figure retreated sharply. There were already a few fine bloodstains on his pale face, which he wiped off with the back of his hand indifferently.The black crane seemed to have no intention of continuing to attack, but narrowed its eyes slightly, its bright red pupils looked at Mikazuki Zongjin who was still smiling, and then muttered to himself after a while,

"That bad breath is already very weak, it's really strange."

He was thoughtful, and the posture of holding the knife was also loosened. Instead of taking advantage of this opportunity to defeat him, San Riyue took the knife back.Tsurumaru raised his eyebrows, "Hmm, it seems that you have held me back."

"Oh, I thought it would be better to live in peace." Mikayue spread out his hands, his palms were empty, as if he had never done anything, "Besides, Tsurumaru never really wanted to fight me, did he?"

Tsurumaru lowered the corner of his mouth subtly and sighed, "That's why I'm not good at getting along with you."

"It's so sad to say such a thing. Could it be the rebellious period..." Seeing Tsurumaru's darkened face, Sankayue stopped teasing, and his expression became serious, "I want to know why you want to If you do that, I don't think you need help."

The dark-haired youth stood in the shadows, water droplets fell from the cracks in the rusted pipes, and the air was mixed with the stench of garbage and decaying corpses, almost suffocating.Crescent moon station approached him from the middle of the dirty world, Tsurumaru thought in a trance that they were walking on two completely different paths.

"The previous generation didn't want you to be like this."

Seeing his wavering, San Riyue stopped.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's gaffe was only for a moment, and he quickly recovered his previous calmness, "I met him before you, and I also love him more and more than any of you."

He suddenly smiled, with some indistinguishable emotions mixed in his eyes, as if he was looking at another person through the shadow in front of him.The black-haired Fu Sangshen completely lost interest in continuing the confrontation. He gathered up the hem of his pure black clothes and bowed. Seeing that he no longer showed his sharpness, San Riyue couldn't be happy.

"The story is coming to an end. I've waited for so long, and it's finally coming to an end." His voice was erratic, as if he was narrating a story that had nothing to do with him, and he seemed to be reciting a poem, "If you are interested in watching, and Come with me, the short memory of Tsurumaru Kuninaga born from the furnace is the story that should start next."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left the shadow that enveloped him.

Sankai Yuezong stared at his back, and followed him silently after a while, his eyes flashed like sharp blades, his voice suddenly became low, "You should also know that Kusanagi-kun is a good boy."

"—"

Tsurumaru Kununaga paused for a few seconds.

He looked up at the blue sky, smelling a sense of urgency that the rain was coming.Tsurumaru Kuninaga realized that he hadn't been so relaxed for a long time, and the air after leaving the alley was completely different, full of nostalgia, as if he had once stood under the canopy with someone.This memory can only be painful, because he knows that he will never meet his living soul again.

"If he's not the one I'm looking for, I won't give him the first phase of a strike." Tsurumaru narrowed his eyes, as if he felt that the sun was too bright, and he would be burned, "He has already done it, and he has finished it." He's very good, so I don't have any complaints - and I don't intend to hurt him anymore. I will achieve my goal, and after that, the story has nothing to do with me."

He turned around with a smile, elegant as usual, the pure black color formed a sharp contrast in the daylight, however, soon everything about him turned into a translucent color.In his body, the blooming flowers on the opposite side of the street and the many pedestrians who have never noticed what happened in other places are clearly reflected.

San Riyue frowned, and in front of him, these scenes gradually faded away, leaving only the sun-drenched streets in the end.

He walked out slowly from the darkness, and gradually curious passers-by noticed his clothes and cast elegant eyes.They marveled at his appearance and clothes that did not match the times, but they were only amazed for a moment. Thinking that there were still many things to be resolved, the passers-by dragged away reluctantly.

"...I see." He stretched out his hand, then closed it.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga disappeared as if he didn't exist anywhere.

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It is difficult for an ordinary blade to kill a person cleanly, because after the knife enters the flesh and breaks the bone, the fat will dull it, making it difficult to kill the second person.However, this is the blade delivered by the Tsundere Sword Emperor after all, and after his impatient reassurance, it cannot be ordinary.

Kusanagi covered his ears, and shifted half an inch to the side by the way, so that the half flying arm would not hit him.

Although there was hardly any blood splashed out, if he was touched by the turbidity mixed with unknown stuff, his psychology would definitely be severely traumatized.

"Hmm, you can't even aim at me."

Kusanagi sighed distressedly when he saw one of the short men aiming at the timing and rushing towards him at the moment Gin cut off one of the heads.Then, he tapped the trigger with his fingertips, and a string of bullets completely swept over the opponent's already ugly face, and the melting face immediately became a sieve.

His body crashed to the ground with a loud gunshot.

"This treatment is a bit restricted." Kusanagi bent down and looked at his unrecognizable face to confirm that he was completely out of breath. "But it's a last resort, please forgive me."

At first it was the temptation of blood.

They also remember that when they were human, someone came to them.Although he is dressed in white, he is not an angel or something, but a hand that pushes them to hell—although he is very grateful to him for saving himself who is sick and dying, but it is accompanied by more severe pain .

The skin on the surface of the body melted, and horrific bones grew out of the blood vessels. Seeing them desperately scratching their throats with their nails, the other party shook the needle, leaving only a malicious smile.

"It's a failure again... Well, I'm afraid only that one succeeded."

He sighed so.

Unable to restrain the urge and wanting to hurt everyone around him, he tore them all apart and pursued here.Some of them tried to use blood to infect more of the same kind, and some completely mixed instinct and human nature, turning into unconscious wild beasts.

But they didn't forget the man in white's instruction: "Find the same kind that hunted you, and his side is your antidote."

Although they all came with this purpose.

but--

Can't stop it at all.

The leader of this group was the owner of a small company before he became a monster. He thought he had enough strategies, and because he paid attention to physical exercise on weekdays, he also had enough confidence in fighting.However, when he really met the other person's eyes, he who had already devoured the two staff members flinched a little, feeling fear from the bottom of his heart.

The silver-haired man uses both the blade and the gun, and it is impossible to be absolutely safe no matter whether he approaches or stays away.The sharp blade had cut through the fat several times, but it didn't leave any trace of bluntness, and it directly separated his left hand in his astonishment.Before he could yell out the pain, his instinctive reaction made him retreat more than ten meters away. Before he could catch his breath, two gunshots were fired, and the blood trickled down from the original brow, stabbing his eyes with pain.

"Damn it...how could it be so accurate..."

He gritted his teeth and complained, already losing the strength to stand up again.

Qin Jiu withdrew his gun and shook off the blood red rolling on the blade, "The mouse over there, are you going to touch my things too, or—"

There was sharp hostility in his eyes, but there was a trace of inexplicable joy in his cold words, as if a snake was targeting its next prey.

Gin smiled slightly:

"Don't you even have the courage to challenge?"

Kusanagi poked the corpse of the monster that was gradually melting on the ground, and followed Gin's eyes to see a person hiding beside the electric pole at the end of the road.Making eye contact with Qin Jiu, he even hid behind the telephone pole for a few seconds.

"You scared the child." Kusanagi reminded sincerely and cautiously.

Unmoved, Qin Jiu took his hand with a firm attitude, and interlocked his fingers regardless of the blood stains on both of them.

Kusanagi responded with neither soft nor hard force, and coughed twice, "Where did you learn swordsmanship? Hawaii?"

"It will happen before I know it, I don't remember when."

This kind of life-saving means, for a killer walking on the tip of a knife, would not dislike one more.Agents like Akai who are purely for completing tasks will also learn more skills in the process of seeking self-protection.

Seeing them approaching, the young man who was hiding behind the telephone pole shrank a little, but he still mustered up the courage to stand up.

Kusanagi noticed that he was still wearing glasses, but with his current face, it seemed rather difficult and comical to keep them on.Because half of his skin was covered with raised blood vessels, and the bony shell, which was obviously much thinner than others, covered the lower jaw to the neck, he stood awkwardly in place, as if bowing.

Kusanagi squeezed Gin's palm lightly, signaling him not to be too vicious, the latter snorted coldly, and reluctantly moved away his oppressive eyes.

"Hey brother, you don't look like the type of person who wants to steal something, right?" Kusanagi looked into his eyes, "What are you here for?"

"Of course I won't steal things...!"

He grabbed the hem of his shirt, retorted angrily, and his breathing became disordered.Kusanagi realized in a trance that he was staring at his neck, and the chaotic eyes were not the same as the cowardly one just now.

Gin covered him behind him, and the other party just woke up like a dream, and hurriedly bowed: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I, I wouldn't be too impulsive, sorry, sorry... I don't know why..."

"Stop your nonsense." Gin raised his eyebrows, "Otherwise I'll goug out your eyes."

Kusanagi complained inexplicably: "Shouldn't it be cutting off the tongue?"

The young man was so frightened that he shrank all over, and managed to stabilize the heavy glasses that were about to fall to the ground.He arched his back and said cautiously:

"I, we are infected people who still retain most of the human characteristics, and I want to ask you for help."