The young killer of ancient times

When Bai came out of the bathroom, he only saw Han Luo lying on the bed. His breathing was steady and long, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.Mubai subconsciously slowed down his steps, he lightly turned off the light, and walked slowly to his bedside in the dark, and sat down slowly.

The night was as deep as water, and there was silence all around, Mubai heard Han Luo's breathing, and in the darkness, he could see his face clearly by the moonlight.Han Luo didn't look as sharp and sharp as he was when he was awake, and his brows were tightly frowned on his ordinary face, as if something was bothering him in his dream, and he seemed to be sleeping very restlessly.

Mubai thought of Han Luo's indifferent and unfamiliar attitude on weekdays, and also remembered his seeming embarrassment and concern tonight. It took a week to synthesize, but in general, he didn't have any likes or dislikes for Han Luo, even though the other party didn't seem to like him.

Mubai seldom hated a person, even though he killed many people, the number of people killed because of hating was zero.The master asked him to kill, so he did it. There is no good or evil in his life, there is no right or wrong, and he rarely even has his own pure emotions.His life seems to revolve around other people, even though he only wants to live for himself.

After arriving in this world, from the beginning he wanted to hide from everyone and live, and now he is determined to practice martial arts well. Although he seems to have a clear goal, his heart is filled with emptiness and bewilderment. Woolen cloth?

In the past, he had a master, and he had endless targets. He didn't need to think too much, and he didn't need to think about the future direction, but now he had to think about it. It was impossible for him to kill again. Nothing but nightmares and nausea.

But apart from killing people, he seems to know nothing, understand nothing, and can do nothing.Maybe he should learn how to live in this world and work like everyone else?Mubai blindly blocked his thoughts, when he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but sighed helplessly, then dropped these thoughts, carefully avoided his injured right hand, and then lay down on the bed to practice internal skills.

He is not a person who worries about the future all day long. It is naturally good to have goals and pursuits, but I am afraid he can only be the kind of person who takes one step at a time. In addition, he is new to this place after all, and he still waits and sees. It's best to change, it's not good to make too many things to attract others' attention.

Mubai always wanted to hide himself and make himself the first passerby, but he didn't know that his idea was broken early.When Mubai was posing in an ancient costume, someone with good intentions had already taken his photo and posted it on the school website. When he first came to school, many people hadn’t calmed down. It became lively.

Inquiring about who this person is, the so-called whistleblowers, and people with various thoughts all gathered under that post, and you started arguing with each other.Some say that this person has a golden appearance but is ineffective, and some say that this person has deep eyes and deep meaning. These people insist on their own words and refuse to give in to each other, and they all wait to see Mubai's performance in the end.

And Mubai, who knew nothing about the Internet and had no desire to know about it, naturally didn't know about this situation, he just continued to practice his internal skills, and then took notes seriously, trying to learn the knowledge of this world.After a week of hard work, the exhaust gas in the body has been reduced a lot, Mubai estimated the progress, thinking about waiting another month, he will be able to start to gather internal energy.

After knowing his progress, Mubai was not in a hurry, and fell asleep peacefully.

Mubai got up early the next day as usual, even though his hand was injured, he could still continue his morning run.Maybe it was because of the handicap, so he accidentally made some noise, or because Han Luo went to bed early yesterday, so he woke up early.Han Luo, who had never been woken up before, woke up today.

He rubbed his eyes, sat up, and soon came to his senses, seeing Mubai struggling to change his clothes, his face darkened, and his brows furrowed deeply.Mubai even wondered if his brows would leave a few deep marks, because he frowned too often.

"Aren't you still planning to go to morning exercises?" Han Luo stood up and walked to Mubai's side in a few steps, with a rather unhappy expression on his face, and he didn't know if it was because of being woken up, or because of what Mubai was doing messed with him.

Mubai looked at him strangely, nodded his head naturally, and said slowly, "Run in the morning."

Han Luo almost wanted to open the brain of the person in front of him to see what kind of structure it was inside, whether it was different from ordinary people.Well, although a hand injury doesn't really hinder your morning run, generally speaking, shouldn't you take a good rest and recuperate!He opened his mouth, pondered for a while before opening his mouth and said, "Since you are injured, you should take good care of your injuries. Morning running is not something you have to do, so why rush it for a while."

Hearing his words, Mubai reacted for a long time before he understood that the other party wanted to stop him. He looked at the embarrassment on Han Luo's expression that was trying to hide, and felt a little funny in his heart, but said very seriously. "But, I'm in a hurry." Maybe he said it too seriously, or because his eyes were so firm that there was no doubt about it.

In the end, Han Luo had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​persuading him. He hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Wait, I'll go with you."

Mubai didn't say anything this time, when the two of them went out together, Qin Zimo outside the door was obviously stunned for a moment, he looked at Mubai's exaggeratedly bandaged right hand, and then at Han Luo who was on the other side, I don't know what I was thinking in my heart, but I took a few steps forward and asked softly, "What's the matter, didn't you feel well when you left last night? How did you get hurt?"

Seeing Qin Zimo's concerned expression, Mubai couldn't help being startled, he didn't know how to treat the other party's concern, so he couldn't help but stay there, without opening his mouth for a long time.Han Luo glanced at him, then met Qin Zimo's suspicious eyes, and finally could only say calmly, "Last night, I met a few gangsters who troubled me, and he was injured when he helped me."

Qin Zimo's eyes flashed in thought for a moment, but he said worriedly on his face, "Why are you so careless? I also heard yesterday that it's not very safe over there. You really shouldn't go alone first. If you encounter such a situation in the future For the situation, remember to ask more people to help, don't be impulsive alone." He repeatedly instructed, Mubai only nodded slightly, but didn't say anything.

This is a strange yet familiar feeling, this kind of concern makes Mubai inexplicably vigilant, he is too used to that kind of care with a purpose, so suddenly encountering such similar warmth makes him a little puzzled, but a little indulge.He and Qin Zimo were new acquaintances, and he couldn't figure out whether the other party had any purpose for him. His mental exhaustion even made him want not to explore this question, but to just accept it.

However, this kind of thought was only for a moment, Mubai quickly recovered his composure, he deeply pressed his emotions just now into the bottom of his heart, and remained calm and silent.Seeing Mubai's sporty attire, Qin Zimo couldn't help but wondered, "Are you going to do morning exercises today?"

Mubai looked at Qin Zimo, then glanced at Han Luo who was next to him, feeling a little strange in his heart why they asked the same question, it was just that their hand was injured, why they couldn't go to morning exercise.Although he was puzzled in his heart, he just responded and walked forward with his head buried.

Qin Zimo looked at the slight displeasure on Han Luo's face, and probably guessed that the other party had asked the same question as himself, and in this case, it would be better for him not to stop Mubai's decision.Feeling Qin Zimo's gaze, Han Luo couldn't help turning his head to look at him, who smiled at him.

Han Luo's expression froze slightly, but he finally nodded his head reluctantly, as a response to Qin Zimo's smile.This day's morning exercise seemed a bit strange, almost all the morning exercisers found Mubai who was wearing a bandage, they looked a few more times curiously, but they didn't put too much energy into it, after all, it was just someone else's business, and it was not with them It doesn't matter.

Compared to Mubai and Qin Zimo, Han Luo's physical strength is too weak, he managed to run a few laps and then stood aside to rest, after Qin Zimo stopped and stood beside him, Mubai was still Running at a leisurely pace, Han Luo looked at Mubai like this, and couldn't help but doubt his own judgment.

"Do you think he doesn't look like a person who can do morning exercises and has such good physical strength?" Qin Zimo seemed to see his doubts, and said with a gentle smile. Han Luo glanced at him and nodded slightly , Qin Zimo smiled, and then said, "I was also surprised at the beginning, there are not many people who still run in the morning, and there are even fewer people with physical strength like him, and he is improving very fast, very fast. "

When Qin Zimo said this, he didn't continue talking, but looked at the running Mubai with deep eyes, and Han Luo couldn't help but followed him.Obviously the teenager's injured right hand hindered his movements, but this hindrance did not affect his steps.

His steps were neither fast nor slow, and the size of the steps seemed to be the same. Every step he stepped on was light but steady.Han Luo watched him run in step by step from a distance, and his heart seemed to be beating with his footsteps. The inexplicable reaction was very puzzled.

He didn't have a good impression of Mubai, even though the other party was injured because of him, at that moment just now, his footsteps seemed to have a kind of magical power,