[Tutor] Sapphire who sells candles

The flames of war raged, the sound of wailing explosions was endless, and the broken limbs and arms all over the ground showed the cruelty of war.

The trumpet of victory in the distance fluttered on the battlefield, bringing hope to the victor.

"—Ah." The war had come to an end, and the short green-haired child struggled to get up from the ground, touched his injured arm, and grinned softly.

It really hurts.

The green-haired child walked towards the hill and hid his figure, ignoring the corpses lying beside him, and leaned on the hill weakly, feeling that his situation was much safer than before, and the child's pretended innocence receded instantly. , turned into a piece of pain.

The groan/groan overflowed uncontrollably from his mouth, and Mu Su covered his head, sorting out the messy memories in his mind one by one.

His name is Lanbao, oh no, the owner of this body is called Lanbao, but there is no difference, he will survive as Lanbao in the future.

Lambo is 12 years old this year and is the orthodox heir of the Povino family. However, due to his timid and naive personality, the offspring do not agree with his current head of the family, and even more vicious people bring him to the battlefield to try to murder him. .

Coincidentally, the man only threw him on the battlefield and saw that he was hit by a stray bullet and fell to the ground, thinking that everything was fine, and did not confirm whether he died or not.

But it was precisely because of this that Lan Bao regained his life.

After all, he is only a 12-year-old child, and he has very few impressive memories. Musu, who has gradually absorbed the memories of Lanbao, has a flash of confusion in his eyes.

Why is the name Sapphire so familiar?

Wait, now Lan Bao rubbed his temples, his thoughts gradually calmed down.

Povino...Son of the Landlord...Sapphire...

What a mess, tutor?First Generation?Lei Shou?

Lan Bao twitched the corner of his mouth, the wound under his right eye was aching because of his movements, and what hurt him more was his heart.

He was only young, how could he have transmigrated into an anime world? Hey!

Even if you like anime, you don't have to be so tricky, right?

Lan Bao thumped the ground bitterly, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Wait... this touch... a warm corpse?

Because of his natural lazy and indifferent personality, even if he is very scared on the battlefield, he can maintain a calm face that makes outsiders look like "this kid is unusual" and instantly cracks.

Especially when his wrist was still held in the next moment.

"Wow ah ah ah-"

Lan Bao's tears flowed down instantly, forming two wide kelp tears on his face.

"It's so noisy." Qingyue's voice, which belonged only to his youth, was cold.

Lan Bao tried hard to hold back the tears that flowed out of his body instinctively, and shifted his gaze to his wrist.

His wrists were tightly held by a pair of blood-stained hands. Looking along those hands, there was a young boy in black clothes with bloodstains on his face.

Pale golden hair stuck to his cheeks, gray-blue eyes deeper than the sky, cold and without any emotion, even though bloodstains continued to seep from his clothes.

Sensing the boy's calm eyes on him, Lan Bao shrank back in vain, and then realized that it had nothing to do with him!It was the subconscious reaction of the original body!

The boy sat up with the strength of Lan Bao's wrist and then let go of his hand. Probably because of too much movement, traces of blood flowed from the corner of the boy's mouth. He raised his hand to wipe off the blood, and the boy stood up without a trace of embarrassment. With a straight figure and a faint sense of arrogance, he was about to leave.

"Wait!" Fluent Italian came out of Lan Bao's mouth, and Lan Bao, who stood up quickly, sighed that the subconscious reaction of the original owner was good.

No matter how you look at this young man's identity is not simple, follow him will be able to return to Sicily smoothly.

The young man paused, turned his head, glanced at Lan Bao expressionlessly, turned and left.

"Wooooow." Lan Bao cried softly, following closely behind the boy.

He couldn't help crying.

"Don't follow me." After a few minutes, the boy stopped, his tone was extremely cold against the large bloodstains on the pale golden hair blown up by the wind, "Do you want to die, kid?"

"Brother, do you want to see death without saving him?" Lan Bao asked back, sobbing.

The young man was silent, wondering if he felt pity for Lan Bao's pitiful appearance, he paused and said, "It's up to you."

Seeing that the boy didn't stop Lan Bao, he made an incessant effort to close the distance between the two of them, he grabbed the boy's sleeve eagerly, the boy's footsteps paused, but he didn't break free.

Lan Bao heaved a sigh of relief, don't blame him for being like a little girl, it's because the boy's aura is too strong, he was afraid that the boy would throw his hand away and kick him by the way.

Lan Bao's height was only up to the young man's shoulders. He looked sideways at the handsome side face of the young man who hadn't fully grown.

However, when he saw Youwei was completely dead and tried to prevent the two from leaving, but was resolved by the young man's straightforward and even ruthless means, Lan Bao burst into tears, and his heart was soft, it was definitely his illusion. Hey !

The two kept walking forward as dependent and dependent, although Lan Bao didn't know the direction of this road at all.

"We are surrounded." Transparent tears welled up in Sapphire's emerald green eyes again, "Do you think you provoked them by making too much noise just now?"

The boy raised his eyebrows, said nothing, and snorted coldly at the dozens of people who surrounded them, and slowly took out a pair of handcuffs from his clothes.

"—cuffed to death."

Arnold kicked him out of the center of the battle when Lan Bao was still in a daze and complained madly that the facial paralysis turned out to be Arnold.

Lan Bao rubbed his waist, the tears swirling in his eyes could no longer hold back, doesn't this bastard know that men can't kick their waists? !Kidney deficiency, bastard!

However, Arnold kicked a good place. There is a bow and arrows and a few soldiers and arrows beside him, so he can defend himself when he is unprepared.

Lan Bao, who thought the enemy would entangle him to some extent, was a little surprised, but he didn't expect dozens of people to be stopped by Arnold alone. No one could leave Arnold's side, and the enemies fell one by one at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As the sunset gradually sank, Arnold's pale golden hair was blurred into a transparent color by the setting sun, and only the light flashed in the gray-blue eyes due to the battle could be seen. The figure in the orange light is so powerful that it is shocking.

The man who obviously looked calm and arrogant actually exuded an arrogance at this moment.

Lan Bao felt deep pressure looking at the dozens of people who had not been killed by Arnold.

Such a person turned out to be his future colleague. All he wanted to do now was to hold Arnold's hand, and sincerely asked him to take care of him after trouble.

After all the enemies were eliminated, Lan Bao picked up the bow and arrow next to him and was about to stand up, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw that two people who had been beaten to the ground by Arnold before had resurrected like Xiaoqiang who could not be beaten to death.

Lan Bao, who was ashamed to let Arnold fight alone, took a deep breath, pulled the bow away, put the arrows on the bow, and it was ready to go.

The sharp soldier's arrow crossed the air and brought up a gust of wind. When the sound of piercing the air sounded, the soldier's arrow had already been inserted into the chest of one of them. At the same time, Arnold also completely handcuffed the other person to death.

The eyes of the two meet, the gray-blue and emerald-green pupils are shining with a little light in the setting sun, which is unbelievably beautiful.

"I wanted to try to hit the head, but I didn't expect to hit it by such a coincidence." Lan Bao smirked.

"..." Arnold looked away, not looking at Sapphire's emerald green eyes shining with joy.

Sitting on the ground and drawing a bow and shooting an arrow without authorization, this kind of behavior is really terrible.

But I couldn't help but want to know the name of this kid.

Arnold raised his chin slightly, his expression still indifferent, "What's your name, brat?"

"Sapphire, Sapphire Bovino." Sapphire tilted his head lazily, with a coquettish tone that is common at this age, "Brother, how about you?"

"Arnold."

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Sapphire's smile grew brighter.

"Put away that smirk of yours that is calculating something."

"..."

The author has something to say: put wax on Arnold =v=