Why is Miyashiki-sama like that?

"You know what I want to do," Komaji said.

He tried to speak in a calmer voice to prove that he was fully responsible for all his actions.

Not only was he hot-headed, but he had also made up his mind.

Zhenxiang said: "There are a total of 67 disciples in the swordsmanship dojo. Even if the poisoning in the well was conspired by many people, there must be innocent people. Or, at least some people will object to this matter, but there is no time to report it. The tragedy It has already happened, and there will always be people who are not guilty enough to die."

"Does it matter?" Komaji laughed, surprised he could.

But at the same time, he knew that his fiery heart had cooled down.

He feels so cold.It was cold and painful.

"Anonymous, it's difficult for you to be so rational at this time, and to consider the innocent people that may exist in the sword dojo, and stand in front of me to speak out for them. Why didn't I realize that you are such a righteous person before? ?”

Compared to Komaji's frenzied appearance which he tried hard to suppress, Jinxiang is as calm as a stone.

She looked at Komaji calmly, and said calmly: "I just hope you stop. Master Qingzang and Lianxue are dead, but you are still alive, you still have hope and a future."

As if she was just stating the facts, every word of her was clear and steady: "And, you are not alone, you still have me by your side, we are relatives and friends. So you should listen to me, you didn't If you have to embark on a road of no return, I can help you use the weapon of law to punish your enemies."

"It's really interesting. Now you have started to talk about feelings with me. Relatives? Friends? Do you believe it in your heart when you say that? Isn't it you who has been keeping a distance from everyone for two years?"

Komaji thought it was too funny and ironic, his heart was constricting in pain, but Wuming was so calm, as if he didn't understand his sarcasm at all.

He had no choice but to explain his words a little more clearly: "Master Wuming, please ask yourself, do you really regard us, Master Qingzang and Lianxue as your relatives?"

"..."

"Hehehe...I knew it, it must have never happened, you...you have no heart at all." Komaji laughed and burst into tears.

Zhenxiang pursed her lips slightly, took a small breath, like taking a sip of wine in her mouth and savored it carefully, until she swallowed silently before speaking again: "Even if I don't have a heart, but you do, I hope you If you can live well, you still have time to turn back."

"Don't think I can't hear you reciting my father's suicide note! Stop being hypocritical, haven't you always wanted to kill me? Then get out of the way, and when I kill those people, you can justify killing me gone?"

really.Zhenxiang thought.So what's the point of her standing here now?

She was still thinking that killing Komaji was a breach of her promise, but if Komaji committed the murder himself, of course she could feel at ease and kill him.

However, now she feels that it's okay for her to break her promise.

As long as she kills Komaji now, wouldn't all the 67 lives in the sword dojo be saved?

No matter how you think about it, it's worthwhile, she also wants to be a rescuer occasionally.

It's just...just...why do you feel so unwilling?

"Komaji, I have also studied martial arts for two years, why don't we take this opportunity to practice?"

"Okay, then practice."

One side wields a dagger, the other swings a fist; one figure is short and the other figure is muscular; one side hides its head and covers its face with a black cloak, and the other side wears a white training suit with the word "Su Liu" written on the back.

Maybe it would be a good story development if the two fought inextricably, flying sand and walking stones, and the sky falling and the earth falling.

After all, in those stories about fate or blood, there is always such a one-on-one life-and-death struggle between the protagonist and the villain, which exaggerates the contradiction to the extreme.

It's a pity that Zhenxiang didn't believe such a story from the bottom of her heart. She dared to challenge Komaji because she would not be killed and would not be in pain.

If she felt there was even a slight chance of getting hurt, she wouldn't stand up and stop Komaji.

Perhaps this is selfishness. In Zhenxiang's heart, only her own life is the most important thing. As for justice and evil, it is only meaningful if it will not hinder her survival.

Therefore, she cannot be said to represent the side of justice. Probably because of this, she still cannot defeat Komaji.

Two years of debilitating embroidery skills were practiced in vain.

Hi, so angry!

After fighting for several rounds, Zhenxiang was pinned to the ground by Komaru.

"I remember two years ago, I always wanted to see what you looked like, but at that time I couldn't take off your cloak." Komaji looked down at Zhenxiang and said, "But today, I think I can already take off your cloak." Your cloak is gone."

"Then do you want to tear it apart?"

Komaji turned his head and thought for a while: "No, I'm not curious anymore, what does your appearance have to do with me?"

He stood up, passed Zhenxiang, and walked into the sword dojo.

Zhenxiang lay on the spot for a while, she didn't feel tired physically, but she still wanted to rest a little bit in her heart.

The moon was already hanging in the sky, it was an incomplete September, and the clouds flowed across the sky, like the tide was rolling between ships.

Zhenxiang could hear the screams coming from the swordsmanship dojo, it was really miserable, if ordinary people happened to pass by and heard it, they would fall to the ground in fright.

Sure enough, Komaji still hides his arrogant side deep in his heart, even if it is a life-and-death fight, he insists on using only fists and feet, not weapons.

But this arrogance does have its capital, Komaji completely crushed everything like a demon.

What he did was no longer a fight to the death, but a complete torture and killing of others.

Although he is not a ghost yet, he already has the fierce appearance of a ghost. No wonder he is favored by Oni Wu Tsuji.

Zhenxiang stood up after resting for a while, entered the invisible state, and went to the fencing dojo to watch the battle.

[Wow, this bloody effect is amazing!Ah, an eyeball flew out there!This person's ribs are sticking out!Tsk tsk tsk, horrible to look at. ]

As if wishing to hold a watermelon and nibble on it, Zhenxiang babbled with the system that was not online.

[This is much more exciting than I used to secretly watch B-grade plasma movies.I think that people should not only look at harmonious things in their whole life, but should be more or less exposed to restricted levels, otherwise they will become idiots who think that the world is really full of love, and even think that blood is green, and that it is difficult for people to die.But in fact, it is easy for people to die, and it is too difficult to be peaceful and alive. Do you think it is a system? ]

Zhenxiang just talked to and air, while watching Komaji kill indiscriminately.

After watching for a long time, Zhenxiang couldn't help but want to go out to get some air, but she insisted on forcing herself to stay there, forcing herself to keep her eyes wide open to see everything in her eyes.

In the end, Komaji had only one maid left unscathed, and that maid was frightened halfway and became insane.

Zhenxiang knew that this was her last chance to kill Komaji, and before long, Onimai Tsuji would definitely be attracted by this astonishing tragedy.

She took the dagger and walked slowly behind Komaji step by step, holding her breath.

She was restraining her killing intent, restraining the "Qi" in her whole body.

Ever since she gained the ability to be invisible, she has been practicing restraining her "Qi" for almost two years.

The so-called craftsman spirit is to do one thing to the extreme.Zhenxiang felt that she had practiced hard for so long, so she should be regarded as a craftsman.

Maybe when she travels back, she will be able to change jobs to ninja in place.Don't ordinary ninjas advocate restraining their breath?Think of yourself as a piece of dead wood without life.

Zhenxiang followed Komaji all the way to the bridge, and saw Komaji stop, she didn't know why she was in a daze.

The river under the bridge is still sparkling like that, and the moon breaks and gathers in the water, but there are no fireworks in the sky tonight.

Zhenxiang raised the dagger and gestured at Komaji's neck.

[In other words, how can I cut to death all at once?Trachea or carotid artery?Or is it safer to pierce the heart?Alas, embarrassment, I have never done this kind of thing, and I am not skilled in business. ]

Probably if the killing intent is restrained to the extreme, there is no killing intent. In short, Zhenxiang feels that she is calm, even so calm that she doesn't want to use the knife.

"Why don't you do it?" Komaji said suddenly.

told me?I exposed?It shouldn't be, my aura should have reached the peak of perfection.Zhenxiang was shocked.

"I didn't feel you, I just knew you must have been following me." Komaji said again.

Zhenxiang immediately breathed a sigh of relief, removed her invisibility and showed her whereabouts.

Komaji turned his head and looked at Zhenxiang: "What are you hesitating about, don't you want to kill me again?"

"almost."

"Soft-hearted? Still can't do it?"

"No, I'm reflecting on myself. Although it's okay to just kill you like this, is it really necessary for me to do this? It's not that it's necessary, I just feel... In short, forget it, it's boring, I Suddenly I remembered that I put the little snowflakes that Lianxue gave me two days ago into a cotton rope and hung them around my neck, I thought it looked pretty good, so let’s forget about it.”

Zhenxiang turned around and walked away from Komaji.

"Komaji, you are also a sinner, and I am also a sinner. If the world is finally destroyed, you and I will bear the blame."

The angle of view rose to a high place, everything was pulling away, Zhenxiang gave up fighting against this suction, like a fish swimming with the water.

After all, Komaji accepted the blood of Onimai Tsuji, and turned into a tattooed Yiwoza. He quickly forgot his sin and his heart.

After becoming a ghost, it still practiced martial arts diligently, and had a strange creed not to kill or eat women.

And Zhenxiang didn't care about these things any more. She crossed back to the lake and didn't even have time to adapt to the scene change. The first thing she did was to observe her attire.

It was still the same blue women's attire, and the cloak was folded and hidden on the body without moving.

So she reached out to touch her neck and found a cotton rope.Then a beautiful little snowflake came out along the cotton rope.

It's very new, the same as it was just now, and it didn't suddenly decay due to time travel.

[System, do you still remember how this came about? ]

[Remember, you were so bored one day that you did it yourself. ]

[You know how much handwork I do... No, do you know where the materials for making come from? ]

[Why are you asking this suddenly. ] The system is confused, [Don't care if there are any of these, Zhenxiang, run over quickly!The third of the winding string does not kill women, so feel free to go boldly! ]

[Okay, I'll help right now. ]