[Tutor] Pansy

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The bright red blood is still dripping to the ground, and the snow and blood are intertwined, so shocking.

"Don't look for it, I'm here."

At that moment, the blade that Sumire stabbed at the throat was caught by Rambo.

Just like that, with empty hands, I held it down.

The man curled his mouth slightly, turned his head to face the enemy, his voice was so gentle, and he smiled as calmly as before.

It was as if the tick-tock-stained blood on the ground belonged to someone else.

"..."

Sumire looked at Rambo's side face very close in front of her, and heard a voice she thought she would never hear.

The hands holding the handle of the knife kept trembling.

Speechless.

"I don't want to survive."

"Please don't save me again."

"Please, don't save me again..."

The heart was screaming crazily, but the body seemed to have been cast into a magic spell, even though those crazy thoughts kept hitting the swollen brain, there was no outlet to vent it.

Speechless.

Apart from the silent trembling that became more and more violent, he was speechless.

"If...if Master Rambo also wants to save me..."

This possibility is unimaginable.

It will crash, it will.

At this moment, Sumire could no longer find the calmness she had just a moment ago, and those who had already been firm in their consciousness were helpless in the face of reality.

She couldn't see the surprised expression of the enemy in front of her, couldn't see Lan Bo turning his head to look at her and then changed his face, and couldn't see anything around him.

All I could see was the hand that was bleeding constantly, and the ground was bright red.

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Knives were drawn away and hands were held.

Then the whole trembling body was embraced into a wide embrace.

This embrace was so warm and safe, even though she was still in a dazed state, it made Sumire suddenly quiet down.

Those clamoring voices that squeezed their heads receded in an instant.

"It will be fine in a while, don't be afraid."

The indifferent voice unconsciously carried a tenderness that could not be ignored. Lan Bo let go of the girl, and reached out to caress the top of her head habitually: "Wait for me here for a while."

Then straightened up, the smiling face had stunned the enemy in surprise.

"Unexpectedly, Lei Shou, Peng Gelie's best hider, would come to the door by himself." The man's voice became more and more depressing, which is a common reaction to a strong enemy.

He was the only one here, and he was sweating coldly.

"I'm just here to save the people I want to save." Lan Bo smiled, took a step forward, and wiped the pockets of his coat with both hands, looking confident and chic: "This kind of behavior probably can't be called 'delivering to your door'."

"Even your so-called strongest Yun Shou has died in our hands. You'd better not underestimate the enemy." The man took a step back unconsciously: "Do you know? The last blow at that time was me For him. Hahahaha..."

"...Really?" Lan Bo lowered his eyes, and when he raised them again, there was no smile at all, the murderous look in his eyes penetrated the air like thunder: "I don't like killing people."

"Although I don't have any rings on my hand... it may take some work."

The man is intimidated.

Really frightened, unable to move.Even though he knew that the other party didn't have a ring and he had a high-quality casket, even if he knew that the other party had just been seriously injured and hadn't fully recovered, even if the last blow to Yun Shou was indeed from him...

But he just knew intuitively that he was no match for this man who always smiled.

He will die, really will die.

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The sleeves were suddenly pulled.

Lan Bo turned his head a little surprised, but saw the girl lowered her head, and the hand that grabbed his sleeve was very hard.

Is it because he is afraid that he... wants to kill someone?

"Master Lanbo..." Sumire raised her head, her face was unexpectedly clean without any trace of tears.

She took off the necklace that she never left from her neck, but the pendant was a ring.

A very familiar ring.

She said, "Master Rambo, the ring... is there."

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