Blade of the Sun [Comprehensive]

Last night, it rained heavily.Even if you don't open your eyes, just by listening to the crackling sound, you will know that it's raining outside, and it's raining heavily.

People say that the spring rain is continuous and continuous, but this heavy rain, which is similar to summer rain, washed away those soft and melancholy fantasies at once.

In the morning, the sun disk is awakened by the cold.The cold wind blowing in from under the curtain screamed, and his feet exposed outside the quilt were just covered by the wind for a while.

Then he woke up.

Wuzai is still sleeping.He shrunk into a small ball and buried half of his face in the quilt.

(Next time... hide the gaps together.)

It's still spring, not to mention the cold winter?

He groped for his coat and put it on himself, and then stepped on his slippery shoes to see what it looked like outside because of the rain.The spring rain is good, it can boost the crops, but if there is too much, it will drown the fields and drown the roots in the muddy water.

Rilun first pulled the curtain on the window, and was a little surprised when he found out that there was already a world of water outside.Then he tiptoed to the gate and opened the creaking door, which had always been disobedient.

A black figure fell down with a clatter.

A person.

He never expected that someone's sun wheel was leaning on the door of his house, and immediately stretched out his hand to pull the other person. The door door was pulled out by him and there was a sharp friction sound, which was so harsh that people wanted to cover their ears on the spot so as not to listen to the screaming sound. Annoyed voice.

The sun wheel embraced a black-haired boy, possibly a young man.He is tall and thin, but his face is very small and immature.

He touched the cold skin on the opponent's body.

"Are you okay? Hello——" There was no response.

With the thought that he couldn't leave the other party outside, Hirin dragged the young man into the room with great effort.Although the inside is not much hotter than the outside, it is still a bit hot anyway.

In the outside world, it is impossible to stay in such thin clothes forever.

I hope the temperature in the room can wake him up.

When bringing the young man back, Rilun found that there were a lot of dirty things on his face, such as dirt and dust brought by the rain.

So he took out a hand towel and wiped the other person's face carefully.

Rilun wondered why so many people were brought to his place recently.

After wiping for a long time, the young man's white and even pale face finally showed his whole picture to the sun wheel.

A palpitation.

For some reason, Hirin's heart skipped a beat when he saw the young man's face.

Temporarily, my heart felt empty, as if I had lost something.

Rilun shook his head, getting these things out of his mind.Then he covered the young man with a quilt and planned to cook porridge by himself.

The rice tank is still so flat, it has never been full, but it has never bottomed out.

Catfish Yakumo.

All the rice was brought back by him.

Rilun narrowed his eyes, throwing away the last trace of tiredness from his body.

He raised the fire very skillfully.

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Wu Mi came into contact with a cool breath, which made him jump up from the bed when he was in a deep sleep. His sleepy eyes opened at that time, and the plum red eyes reflected into the guy in the bed next to him. s face.

Not an annoying human girl, but a ragged young man with a black ponytail.The other party's face was very white, so white that it was almost transparent, and he could even see the occasional pulsation of the blue veins under the skin from the outside.

"What the hell..." Wu Mi cursed, and pulled out the quilt that was pressed by the opponent's arm.

The young man didn't respond at all.

He ran into the kitchen without any misfortune, and asked loudly, "Hey! Who is that man!"

Rilun wiped the sweat from the fire on his forehead, "It fell at the door of our house."

"Then you can't bring people in casually! And put them in my bed!"

Rilun shrugged helplessly, "But you also came here... Also, that's my bed."

Question marks and exclamation marks on Wuqing's forehead bounced back and forth intertwined, "I can say no!" He is an arrogant man, and after becoming a child, he will be a spoiled child.

It feels...a bit like Red Flower Night.

Thinking of his younger brother who didn't know where he was, and then thinking of his parents, siblings who had left him and were no longer in this world, Hirin suddenly felt very sad.

If he didn't pay attention, the charcoal fire burned his hand.

"Hey--" He hastily blew on his fingers.

The firelight hit his face, and his long lashes hung over his eyes.

Wu Mi tilted his head and hugged his chest, wanting to see why this guy suddenly changed the atmosphere around him.

The sun wheel turned its head sideways, and its face was in direct contact with the light and heat.He felt that his face was about to be burned, but his heart was filled with cold water.

He seemed to have forgotten the existence of Wu Mi, hugged his knees, and cried silently.

Onimai Tsuji doesn't feel sorry at all, the word "sorry" has never been in his dictionary.

He thinks Rige is so strange, laughing suddenly, crying all of a sudden... What a weird person.

He snorted and ran elsewhere.

Rilun sat in front of the stove with water in his eyes.

Nyu Yakumo finally got up.Because today is a rainy day, there is no need to wrap yourself tightly in a black and gray cloak.

He likes these days.

Although he didn't really hate sunny days, it was fatal to him after all.God knows he wrapped himself so tightly, but he was still burned by the heat of the sun.If it weren't for his super self-healing ability, there would be burn marks all over his body.

"Xiao Ge—is breakfast ready?" His tone was loose, as if he hadn't fully woken up from his dream.

Rilun wiped his eyes quickly.

"Not yet, soon."

"Oh, then I'll go back to sleep again."

Natsuya Yakumo walked back to the room again.

……

"Brother... what should I do, brother..." "Xiao Ge" cried.

"Xiao Ge" She is always crying.

As a younger sister, "Xiao Ge" seems to be crying forever.

Natsuya Yakumo lay under the quilt, looking at the moldy ceiling.

He tried to recall his sister's face, but got a blank.

There is no one left of the faces of relatives that should be firmly remembered.

So he remembered the scene he saw just now.

He vaguely felt that the person who had been crying was a very poor person.

Xiaoge/Rige, she was crying all the time.

She is simply not normal.

……

Not cursing or anything, but really weird.

Not even sentimentality can explain this.

Everyone will have emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, but Rige's emotions are too strange.In some ways she feels great, but in others she feels nothing at all.I feel sad when I see who is sick and who dies, but I feel nothing for myself.

The first time I saw her, and the day I went home with her, she said, "This way, 'he' won't feel alone. "

"He" refers to "Wuzai", the child picked up by her (actually the adult.)

At first, Natsu Yakumo thought she wanted to fish the tadpoles back because she felt lonely.

But not like this.

She doesn't care about herself at all.

As long as you are an ordinary person, you will also care about yourself when you care about others.But she is not like this...

It was as if she was a broken part from someone.

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He fell into a heavy sleep.

The dream is deep.

Hyakkimaru dreamed about the past.

A year ago, he left Yuanyi and Wuming, and left alone.After leaving, he was aimless for a while, and finally went to find his parents, whom he had never met before.

I met my parents, and also met my very optimistic and lively younger brother, Duobaowan, who was raised by wealth.

While watching them from a distance, he was discovered by the man who is the father—Keiko Daigo.

That man - Daigo Keimitsu him - wanted to kill Hyakkimaru without mercy, but was stopped by his mother.

The mother who stopped the father died because of it.

Hyakkimaru, who was dazzled by anger (how could he have such emotions), fought against Daigo Keimitsu at the place where the demon gods gathered, and finally killed each other.

……

Hyakkimaru finally killed all the demon gods, and he finally got everything that was taken away from him.

But he was not happy at all.

He was very sad.

I have been deprived of emotions, so I have never received emotions such as "sorrow".

At that moment, he was about to collapse.

It only exists in the memory, and the face of the crying mother is deeply reflected in the retina.

But she was cold and never woke up again.

The face of the father who dedicated his own child to the 48 demon gods to pray for prosperity at the time of his birth——Keiko Daigo can also be seen clearly.

But he is also cold.

The only thing that was alive was the grief-stricken face of his younger brother, Duobaowan.

……

Hyakkimaru felt so sad.

Wounded by grief, he kept walking, kept walking, and finally collapsed at the door of a certain family's house because he couldn't hold on.

In the past, because there were no five senses, we could not feel the cold at all.

Now, the whole body is cold.

This is what it's like to be alive.

The feeling of being alive after an absence of more than 20 years.

……

He is so sad.

"Are you all right... are you okay?"

A soft, soft voice sounded.

Like a gentle wind, like a drizzle.

Hyakkimaru opened his eyes and saw the plain face of a girl.

"It's okay, you—" the other party suddenly sobbed, and tears flowed down for no reason.The girl wiped her tears frantically.

"Voice" The girl's voice perfectly overlapped with a certain voice in deep memory.

"Sun wheel."

Hyakkimaru said.

"Please tell Yuanyi for me, I'm sorry."

Rilun's hand froze in mid-air.

Yuanyi... Is Yuanyi also in this world?Is this the Warring States Period?He never sought out the truth of this world.

and also……

"Who are you? Why do you know this name...?" He was full of disbelief.

The black-haired young man stared at him with black, lifeless eyes.

"Hi, Hirin. I'm Hyakkimaru."

"I am the sun wheel, hello, Hyakkimaru." There is a difference of hundreds of years in time and space, at this moment, there is no longer any difference.

The author has something to say: ※Hyakkimaru in the Warring States Period is about to go offline.

※Damn it, after changing the outline, the ending in this world is no longer the same as the original one... No one can leave my death book (cold)