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When Yoshino Junpei met Hara Chixuan for the first time.

It was snowing in the sky.

He watched the students rushing towards the archery club in groups, thinking that there was some activity, and followed them curiously.

In fact, the Archery Club has no activities at all.

There is only one teenager who looks impeccable.

The boy was wearing a hunting suit, his arms were covered by a wide sleeve robe, and his knuckles were wrapped in leather gloves.The belt outlines his figure, making him tall and slender, like a legendary son of God.

He drew the bowstring and took aim at the target.

"call out--"

Hit the bullseye!

—the crowd was quiet.

Obviously it was specially for the boy, filled the entire auditorium, and would whisper or cheer politely, but when the boy started practicing, he was like a chicken and duck being strangled by the neck, unable to make any movement.

For fear of disturbing him and destroying this beauty.

So is Yoshino Junpei.

He looked at the young man who drew the bowstring again, with a dazed expression.

The snow is swirling, lining the black hair and gloves.The boy's eyelashes drooped slightly, and the pure white snow was reflected in his night-like eyes, like clear glass, extremely beautiful.

"Zheng-"

The arrow flew out, and Yoshino Junpei was thinking.

his skin.

It's like the snow all over the sky.

……

Yoshino Junpei, who was waiting for the arrival of the two wounded at the school gate with Iiriko, raised his heart the moment the car braked.He watched the car door being pulled open, revealing Yuan Qianxuan covered in blood.

The boy's face was very pale.

Whiter than the snow he remembered.

It seems to be misty clouds and mist, which will disperse when blown and shatter when touched, and will leave him at any time, riding the wind and disappearing in the world.

Yoshino Junpei's perception is empty.

It wasn't until Jianren Qihai who got out of the car at the end handed him a pack of papers that he realized that he was crying continuously, unable to control the surging pain, hatred...and intense panic.

"why?"

He asked, "Isn't it a second-level curse spirit?"

Along the way, Yidizhi raced like crazy, and Qihai Jianren did emergency treatment for the two teenagers, and there was no time to explain in detail.The only news that Jia Ruozi received was the students whose lives were hanging by a thread for her to wait at the school gate.

"They encountered a special class." Nanami Jianren said, "When I arrived, the two of them fell from a tall building. After I caught him, the special class had disappeared without a trace... But I glanced at it , the super-level curse spirit was seriously injured."

...special grade.

Yoshino Junpei gritted his teeth, feeling the will to become stronger.

He didn't dare to look at Yuan Qianxuan, who was covered in bruises, for fear that he would do something irrational and interfere with the treatment of Jia Ruozi.The boy's tears fell to the ground continuously, blurring his fierce eyes.

"I must--"

He choked up, omitting the rest of his words.

Jianren Qihai spontaneously understood his unfinished words.The man was silent for a moment, then pushed the mirror frame noncommittally.

"Now that you have set a goal, work hard."

——"Special grade is not so easy to kill."

……

Daoist fled back to the domain in embarrassment.

He's in very bad shape.The two wounds shot by Yuan Qianxuan could not heal immediately, and could only be cultivated slowly.

The method of trying to modify the boy's soul and directly kill him was met with a counterattack from the sea of ​​memory—a torrent full of "hope" attacked his cognition, torturing him to the verge of schizophrenia.

"love" or something...

The real man covered his face, crying and crying.

Since he was created with "hate", why not continue to hate?Isn't human beings such a group?Inexplicable jealousy, twisted and extreme hatred, ugly and dark curse——

"Everyone should die."

Born with these emotions, he is cunning and cruel, regards life as worthless, and turns a few hapless people into monsters on a whim.

He doesn't want to regret, so he won't make atonement.

Even if his brain was so chaotic that it was about to explode, there were strange thoughts whispering something softly, and an unusually warm temperature came from the wound, he must—

"It's been a long time, hard work."

……

.........

The real person suddenly stopped.

He stared at his hands, and his hoarse voice uttered vague and meaningless tone words, as if kneeling before the gods, but frantically longing for more beloved believers.

"If I surrender."

The super magic spirit muttered to himself: "What will you give me?"

Naohua wearing Xia Youjie's shell calmly watched his series of behaviors, half closed his eyes thoughtfully, and asked gently.

"Did you meet anything? A real person."

"……Um."

While accepting the new thoughts, the real person who made the decision lowered his eyes and raised them with almost "naive" arcs full of infatuation and longing, which made Xia Youjie confused again.

"But I won't tell you."

Xia Youjie: ...

#Say it as if I don’t know how to check it myself#

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