Experience in building a branch of Crab Castle King in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang

Early in the morning, the siblings would fight together.In the end, of course, it ended in the failure of the younger brother.

"Don't think that I don't know that you chose that major because you want to be an agent after graduation!" the younger brother yelled while running away with his face covered.

Taketori Che wanted to hit him on the forehead with a slipper, "Is it wrong for me, a star chasing girl, to want to be an idol's manager! Do you think that everyone wants to open the Crystal Palace every day like you! I talked about five things at the same time at a young age. Girlfriend, why don’t you get caught with a hatchet, you brat!”

"Damn! You cursed me? Do you have a conscience, sister?"

At this time, the younger brother who ran to the first floor winked at her and made a face, stuck out his tongue and clicked twice.

Taketori Che slammed the slipper over, but the latter dodged it.

"Get out!" Taketori Che waved his hand, as if to repel flies, and jumped down the stairs with one foot.

She went to the stairwell and picked up the slipper that had failed in vain and put it back on, only to find that the stinky brother had already run away with his schoolbag on his back.

"Why are you arguing with Artest again?" The black-haired beauty came out with a slice of toast and asked her with a gentle smile, "You two siblings bicker every day when you meet, and you really miss each other after a while."

"Who misses that guy? In his heart, I'm not as important as a beautiful woman or some kind of girlfriend?" Taketori Denied stubbornly, pulled out the chair and sat down, "And I'm also doing it for his own good. A girl's emotion is the performance of a scumbag."

"Actually, Artest is just tutoring them with their homework." The mother didn't seem to have any sense of crisis, but instead showed a kind smile that thought her son was very good, "As for the relationship problem...just let it go."

That's right, your son is going to be quintupled with a hatchet. Mom, you are still laughing and talking about randomness.

Taketori Che picked up a slice of toast that was toasted golden on both sides, sandwiched the poached egg and sliced ​​ham on it, and at the same time picked up the chopped seaweed and sprinkled it on, and stuffed it into his mouth habitually.

"Good work... Is there any water..."

"Give."

"Oh, thanks mom."

It turned out that my mother had already prepared and pushed her a bowl of Japanese-style miso soup.

This is also a family-style diet.

I just don't know why, while eating, Taketori Che felt his nose sore.

The dark-haired woman sitting across the dining table keenly noticed her strangeness and asked, "What's wrong? Ache."

Taketori Che also wondered why he felt like crying, but he calmed down and shook his head.

"...It's okay, Mom."

After dinner, she drove to the airport to pick up her father who came back this morning. He had just returned from attending an academic conference abroad, and Taketori Che just happened to have no class in the morning, so he went to pick him up.

Taketori Che stood with one hand in his pocket and waited for someone at the exit of the waiting area of ​​the airport hall, while playing with his mobile phone to check today's celebrity news.

Ah, our Zai Zai died gorgeously with female fans again today... But the fire brigade rushed to the scene ahead of time, and nothing happened to these five people.

Soon, she saw her father, who seemed to be quite tanned, coming out of the aisle dragging his suitcase, looking around for someone.She immediately rushed over excitedly: "Dad!"

Carlyle Poderick also hugged her with a smile, and kissed her gently on the forehead: "Oh, my little muse, long time no see."

The mixed-race girl who likes to keep a cool and handsome look in front of outsiders is smiling like a happy dog ​​at this time, and there seems to be an invisible tail shaking behind her, "Hey, dad, you are all tanned, have you missed me these days when you are abroad?" ah?"

"Yes, I even brought souvenirs for you and your brother..." The man patted her head with a loving expression.

"Dad, let's go home."

"Okay, I'm sick of eating Egyptian food every day... I miss your mother's cooking."

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Taketori Tetsu had a fulfilling day.

Pick up the airport in the morning, have a family meal at noon, go to class in the afternoon, listen to a completely incomprehensible economics course while biting a pen, drink milk tea with friends after class, and play video games at home in the evening. "Beautiful and beautiful, by the way, he arrogantly ordered his younger brother to come to please him to do housework.

A perfect day.

The daily life filled with trivial troubles, because of the small happiness is very happy, there is no fighting, no turmoil and twists and turns, parents live in a safe place, and I have a brother, so I don’t need to think about what to do. To kill people, you don't need to think about how to deal with the crisis. This world where you can't help but smile when you see it—it is indeed the world in Taketori Che's dream.

But too perfect, too perfect to be real.

Taketori, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at the family of three greedily and nostalgicly. Finally, they all stopped and looked at the girl suspiciously.

"I'm leaving." Taketori Che in pajamas suddenly announced.

Unexpectedly, the first person to speak was my younger brother.

"Sister, where are you going?"

"To a far away place." Taketori Che looked at the young man's worried face, and smiled sincerely, "I won't come back again."

If she really has a younger brother, it's probably a brat like Artest who likes to fight with her all the time, but is actually clingy and likes to cheat money?

Artest showed a helpless expression, but he seemed to be relieved: "I really wish I came to this world."

"Contrary to you, I don't really want you to come to this world." Taketori Che replied, "The reality is too bitter, brother, don't come to suffer this pain. I alone is enough."

The younger brother shook his head: "No, sister, you don't understand."

A hand gently reached out from behind and stroked her hair: "What your brother means is that he can't bear to let you suffer this alone. If he existed, you might not be in the situation you are in today .”

Taketori Che was stunned for a moment, apparently he did not expect that this non-existent person in the fantasy world would think of himself in this way.

No, shouldn't she have thought of it long ago—the essence of these people and things is the reflection of her heart.

In other words, Taketori subconsciously yearns for such a life.

A happy, ordinary life without twists and turns.

The mother stretched her arms around her from behind the sofa, buried her head between the girl's neck and hair, and sobbed softly: "I'm so sorry...for leaving you alone..."

"It's okay, Mom, it really doesn't matter. I'm used to it." Taketori Che comforted her with a trembling voice, but he didn't realize that he had already burst into tears.

Hot tears welled down her eyes, blurring her vision.

Vaguely, the girl saw her father walking in front of her, knelt down and held her hand, and said solemnly: "We all know that this world is fake. But we still hope to give you happiness...even if it's only for a quarter of an hour , even if it is only a momentary dream, it is the happiness we want to give you. Carly, we have no way to accompany you, but you will always be Dad's favorite little muse."

Artest also came over, squeezed beside her with a hippie smile on purpose, and said to her, "Sister, I know that I am a false character you constructed, even in the past, I never really existed in reality."

"But...you are still my favorite sister. In the next life, let's all become a real family together."

The young man smiled and pressed the hand between her and her father, and the hands of the family members pressed her body, as if there was a warm current pouring into the girl's heart.

A large white mist diffused in front of Taketori Che, and everything was plunged into darkness.

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"what!"

Taketori Che suddenly sat up, feeling the tears on his face.This time, what she was lying on was no longer a sofa or modern furniture, but a wooden floor.

This place looks like a suspended platform surrounded by snow-capped mountains. There are simple and towering ancient buildings on all sides in front of it, forming a huge enclosed courtyard.In the courtyard, there are towering huge maple trees standing on top of the sky, with thick branches extending in all directions.

And there were four blank screens in front of her, and some small whispers sounded in her ears.

"She's awake."

"The clothes she's wearing are weird. It's not a kimono."

"What is she looking for?"

"Why was that person crying while sleeping just now?"

Taketori Che followed the sound and found that there were bloody, horrific child ghosts floating in the corners of the platform, on the guardrail, and even in mid-air. A terrible change has taken place.

The girl was taken aback, and immediately thought that the souls of the dead children in the temple should have gathered in this place.After all, her eyes are yin and yang.

"Excuse me..."

Before Taketori could finish speaking, the ghosts of the children ran away in fright.

"Yeah! This human can see us!"

"Say hello to us!"

Taketori Che: "..."

Are you a ghost, or am I a ghost?

Then, she saw the children's ghosts flying towards one place, hiding behind one person in fear.Watch her from behind eaves and pillars, behind tree trunks, even in cracks in the floorboards.

It was a very old woman, with white hair scattered on the ground, wearing a monk's robe, with wrinkled hands clasped together, sitting in the corridor with her eyes closed and resting, the maple leaves behind her were in full swing like blood.

The old man opened his eyes, but there was nothingness in those eyes.

"Come here, child." She called to the visitor, "Welcome to the Hall of Secrets. You are the first person to set foot here in 400 years."

Her voice was gentle and tired, making one suspect that it would not be surprising for an old man like her to drive west in a second.

Taketori Che was stunned, because it was the voice of "Fake Miko" he had heard before.

So she strode forward, walked up to the old man, and bowed deeply—even though the other party couldn't see it.

"Hi, I'm Taketori Che."

"Taketori Che, I already knew your name in the illusion. I am really sorry for subjecting you to such an illusion torture, but in order to protect ourselves, we must use this method to defend against the invasion of [Sura Wolf]. If you Without the slightest kindness, you can't set foot here." The false imperial son explained a few words first, and then looked at her direction kindly, "You have the breath of Long Yin on you, what is that young master to you? people?"

"Little Lord?"

"Ah...sorry, I still like to call old people by their old names. The young master is Kuro Hirata."

"He is my ancestor."

"...Is that so." The fake imperial child seemed to be very emotional, "He really left a bloodline."

After a pause, the old man said: "I lied to you before and called myself 'Royal Son' in order to gain your trust. In fact, we are using the experimental product that was born after Chang Ruo Shui imitated the Royal Son, you seem to be able to see those children... Like them, I am a 'son of change'. However, I am the only surviving child among thousands of experimental subjects, and now I have some obsessions, and I have survived to this day, you really make you laugh."

Listening to the old man's sincere words, Taketori Che looked at her gentle and old face and her dark and empty eyes, and finally shook his head: "I don't think this is ridiculous. On the contrary, I struggled to carry out certain things to live For 400 years, it is very painful to voluntarily give up eternal sleep."

The son of Bianruo was stunned.

After a while, she suddenly showed a surprised smile.

"You are indeed similar to that young master."

——The same tenderness, the same firmness, the same... aware of the pain of others.

The girl was very curious: "Have you met my ancestors?"

"No." The old man denied this statement, "Actually, I have only had a long-term friendship with Mr. Yuzi, and we have never met in person."

400 years ago, a ninja who wanted to be immortal broke into the hallway. He defeated the four monkeys guarding the hallway at that time, and got the approval of the son of change.The ninja died the moment he pulled out the sword, but the power of Longyin brought him back to life.The son of Bianruo marveled at this power, and allowed the ninja to take away the sword that did not belong to Xianfeng Temple.

That ninja is the wolf, and upholding the will of the master Kota Kuro, he conducted important intelligence exchanges and information exchanges with the son of Bianruo.Thanks to him, the son of Bian Ruo also gave Jiu Lang a gift, and Jiu Lang made the gift into a new snack for the wolf to enjoy together.

It was supposed to be...everything would be fine.

If the plan is followed, the son of Bianruo will swallow the heart of the local snake god, shed the tears of God called "Ice Tears", and become the "Cradle of Power".After the wolf takes the Dragon God's Tears and Ice Tears together with Hirata Kuro, Kuro will sleep in the body of the Son of Changruo, and the three of them will be able to uproot the Dragon God's power from Weiming Country and return it to the western world. Help the homeland.

The name of the project is "Dragon's Homecoming".

Unfortunately, it fell short.

The son of Bianruo swallowed the hearts of two big snakes, blinded his eyes, and condensed ice tears.

However, the wolf fell into the realm of Shura overnight, the imperial son was exiled from Weiming country, and the former cradle was useless.

But it is this power that makes the Son of Change alive to this day.

As long as she doesn't want to die, the cradle won't collapse, and this corridor will always exist.

Taketori stared at those blind eyes, which were the proof that the power of the snake god had settled in the human body. The son of Bianruo did not hesitate to endure the pain of being transformed into a cradle, just to bring the power of the dragon god back to its hometown... 400 For many years, she had been waiting for that ninja to come back, and then said to her: "I have given Ice Tears and Dragon Tears to Yu Zi, and we can go together."

But no, the trusted ninja failed her, the monks who raised her tormented her, and the only one who could communicate was the horrific child ghost.

The son of Bianruo has been waiting, waiting for something indefinitely.

The person you wait for will not come back.Why not realize this?Or... already aware of it, but still have a tiny hope?

... so lonely.

Why can't you just sleep peacefully.

Taketori Che felt sad, and couldn't help reaching out to hold the old man's hands, feeling icy cold.This move was obviously very rude, but the old man smiled and reached out to gently stroke the hair on the top of the girl's head.

"Good boy," she murmured, "you're here for medicine, aren't you?"

Taketori Che suddenly realized, yes, the garbage boss is still lying dead!

"Yes."

Bian Ruo Zhizi nodded, and asked a seemingly irrelevant question: "Do you have persimmons?"

Taketori Che: "Huh?"

Son of Transformation: "I smell a faint scent on your clothes..."

Taketori Che thought of the two slightly weird dried persimmons he picked up, so he had to tell the truth.

"Turned into dried persimmons? That's okay." The son of Bianruo replied in a low voice, "Can you let me taste the food from my hometown again? I haven't eaten it for a long time..."

Taketori Che didn't know if there was any problem with this kind of food that had been stored for 400 years, and the reason for collecting it was just out of curiosity. Since the son of Bianruo wanted to eat it, she gave it all to him.

"Thank you very much, Taketori."

The old man took the dried persimmon with trembling hands, put it into his mouth and gently bit off a small piece, chewing slowly, as if he wanted to appreciate the familiar and unfamiliar taste between his lips and tongue.

She swallowed it down, held the remaining dried persimmons in her palm, and didn't eat any more.

"Don't you eat?" Taketori Che asked in surprise.

"I'm old and I can't bite anymore." The son of Bianruo smiled, "but it's still very delicious... It's the taste in my memory. Thank you." She thanked again.

"Don't say that, I didn't do anything serious." Taketori scratched his head shyly.

The old man gathered himself together, and answered her previous question: "[The Poison of Corroding Heart] is not a big problem, take this grain of rice, and your companion will be rescued."

The Son of Transformation raised her rotten wood-like hands and brought them to her lips. The light overflowed from her mouth and between her fingers, and a grain of uncooked rice flowing with magical colors lay in the palm of her hand.

"take it."

Taketori Che stared blankly at the old man whose complexion suddenly turned pale, how could he not be clear, this "medicine" was probably formed by the painstaking efforts of the son of Bianruo.

"Don't hesitate." The son of Bianruo saw her wavering, "You are the descendant of Jiulang, and you are also the chosen one of this land. Take it, it's okay."

Taketori Che had no choice but to take the rice grains, feeling extremely cold, and at the same time asked suspiciously: "I am... the chosen one of this land?"

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched: "It's just my personal guess. When you walk in Weiming, you can pay more attention to this aspect."

Seeing that she doesn't want to talk about it, it's not easy for Taketori to ask, after all, he has given you a lot of vitality, so why should he arrest the old man and torture him in front of all the ghosts of children.

At this moment, the girl suddenly remembered Miyamoto Kodai's advice, and asked quickly, "Do you know the whereabouts of the two immortal swords?"

"Immortal cut... what a long-lost word."

The son of Bian Ruo was very emotional, "In the beginning, the red Immortal Slash came from the Palace of Origin, but the Master Xianfeng stole it, and after realizing his mistake, the Master gave up studying the Immortal Slash, and it has been kept with me. Master Xianfeng personally kept the other Immortal Slash. But one day, Lord Genichiro suddenly came and took away the sword that belonged to his grandfather and used it to kill the immortal Master Xianfeng. .”

"On the other side, when the wolf first came, he took the red Immortal Slash with him. But last time when he transformed into [Wolf of Shura], I saw... the black Immortal Slash was also tied behind his waist. Obviously, he won the victory. Isshin-sama or Genichiro-sama, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten this second sword."

"That is to say, these two knives are kept by the wolf, hidden or carried by him?"

"Exactly."

After getting this answer, Taketori Che frowned, inexplicably thinking of an emoji joke.

A man sitting on a chair yelled angrily: "I need undead!"

A bearded man stood up and yelled back: "Then go find it!"

Man: "But Immortal Sword is kept by Shura!"

The bearded man: "Then kill Shura!"

Man: "But to kill Shura, you must rely on Undead Slash!"

The bearded man: "Then go find it!"

Fuck, this road is blocked, it seems that we can only cure the garbage boss first, and then use [Disqualification in the World] to block the resurrection.

"Taketori Che." The old man suddenly stopped her, and the girl noticed that the heartbeat and pulse of the other party seemed to be developing in a bad direction, "I have one thing to ask you."

"...Please tell me."

"Please be sure, you can't die if you cut it off." The son of Bianruo raised his empty eyes and looked at her, "The dragon god is just a carrier, and it is that invisible and colorless power that really poisoned Wei Ming."

Up to now, the Dragon's Homecoming plan has been abolished, and those who can save everything have long since left.The agreement of the three people left only the last person standing in place and waiting for endless years.

Then there is only one answer left.

— shattered.

Taketori Che was shocked, how to fight the invisible enemy?

And why would you believe I can do this?Just because I invited you to eat two dried persimmons?

It's as if it might not be difficult for an elementary school student to take the test of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, but it would be a bit difficult for someone to study the world's seven major math problems.

However, the son of Bianruo just lowered his head slowly, with a relieved smile on his face, his tone became lighter and lighter.

"You can... child... the first time I saw you, I knew the choice of fate..."

Because the person she was waiting for had already come before her.

Even though it was a choice of fate, even though it was so unexpected, the old man still accepted the ending of the story.

After all, she was too tired.

Taketori Che noticed her exhaustion, and also realized the 400 years of desperate and sad waiting, and she finally relented.

The girl replied softly: "Okay, if I have a chance, I will end all the stories left over from 400 years ago here."

The gentle and aged old man seemed to be talking to himself, or whispering in his sleep.

"Is my mission over?"

Taketori Che nodded, his eyes were incredibly soft: "It's over. You can die."

It was obviously a cold word, but when she said it, it was as touching as the confession of a girl in love.

The old man who lived for 400 years and waited for someone who would never come back raised his lips for the last time.

"That's it. Then I will trouble you..."

The strong wind blew up countless fiery red maple leaves, and Taketori Che watched helplessly as the body of the son of Bianruo turned into ashes, and flew into the sky with the leaves and ghosts.

"Farewell!"

"Big sister wearing strange clothes, please work hard!"

"Don't lose to that fierce Shura, beat him!"

The souls of the children laughed and danced in the wind, and the pavilions turned into ashes, leaving freely in the sky and flying into the gray sky.

It's as if... They waited for the day of leaving, and they also waited for many years together.

"Go, go." Taketori Che stood up, smiling unconsciously in the dissipated illusion storm, "Go to rest, go to sleep, and come back when you want to take another adventure in the world!"