[Comprehensive Manga Master Hunter] The villain girl's whitewashing plan

People are always going to die.

Somewhere in the boundless sea, you can always meet someone who lives as he pleases.People who yearn for freedom and dare to fight for freedom rise up, inherit the consciousness, and the tide of the times follows the tide of the times. As long as human beings are still pursuing the true meaning of freedom and romance, and possess tenacity, self-confidence, and the courage to overcome difficulties, everything will never change. will end.

This is the best time and the worst time.

The weak cannot even choose how to die.

The blood is cut off, the flame is extinguished, the heart is pierced by bullets, the disease is dying, and no one cares about it... You can't be a weeping scorpion flower, you can't wait for others to save you, you can't be a hero, you can't kneel down and beg for mercy, you can't bear the humiliation——

To be a great, free-spirited villain.

What is a good person and what is a bad person, what is a hero and what is a villain, these definitions are just to delineate the scope from the standpoint of the person concerned. Life cannot be absolutely just.

"Hero?" At that time, someone lowered the brim of his hat, grinned and teased: "You mean those who have no plans for the future, the value of life is to prevent others from realizing their dreams, and always act alone. The angry ones?"

"...What about the villain?"

"Let's think about it, the villains have ideals and ambitions, never get lazy in order to realize their dreams, work hard every day, don't get discouraged when they fail, act in a team, and like to laugh—isn't it just like us."

"...It makes sense."

"Right? So, little wood, you must not be a hero. Heroes have to give meat to others, and you can't even eat it yourself. It's very miserable."

"I understand."

Be a hero who sacrifices for a good cause, or a villain who enjoys life, the ending is obvious.A villain who doesn't want to be a boss is not a good villain. Every enemy has a small goal and a big ideal in his heart.Therefore, [Destroy the world or rule the world] has become the white moonlight on the bedside of countless villains, and the cinnabar mole in the heart.

Yui Kikawa is no exception.

She keeps the "100 Villain Handbooks" in her heart, and regards it as the first principle of her life. She abides by everything, is serious and rigorous, and has a strong professionalism and moral cultivation.

[The first article of the villain's handbook: A successful enemy needs to have a high enough knowledge storage capacity, on-the-spot adaptability, and unswerving confidence in doing evil, so as to be able to deal with the protagonist's invincible talk and cheating]

Not only must you read the world's classics, but you must also have common sense. You must be proficient in all subjects, be omniscient and omnipotent, and be the gods of the world.

This guy is super cool, right?

Otherwise, why are there so many girls who fantasize about being Mary Sue and walk horizontally in the space with their golden fingers up? Don't they essentially want to be the biggest villain in that world?

……

The sound of running water rumbling.

Inhale moisture, filling the entire lungs.

Alive, full of the feeling of being alive.

The sound of the bird's wings fluttered.

The clumps of reeds were higher than the top of the head, and the horizon on the opposite bank rose sharply.

It's not the sea, it's not something vast and cool anyway, and it's not a river, it's the vapor of overripe fruit that releases a thick, fragrant juice.The fingers seem to touch the small whirlpools floating in the water, maybe the terrain or the ecology of the aquatic plants here is rather special.

The ground was somewhat uneven, the hem of the trousers was blackened with mud, and the shirt was wet with the dew from the grass. The waterfowl stopped among the reeds, and there was nothing on their hands. The water droplets slid down the wrists and wet the cuffs.

Separation - Unreachable - Enclosed - Prisoner - Flame - Quenching - Disappearing - Death - Birth -

go away.

did not leave.

These fragments combined themselves into a nasty image.The moment the image of disgust was produced, it immediately dissolved into a thick liquid and filled the depths of consciousness. Suddenly, feelings of unease emerged.

The girl opened her eyes and stood up abruptly from the bottom of the stream. The hem of her clothes was lifted up halfway, and the stagnant clear water slid down her cheeks, jumping over her half-closed slender eyelashes, carrying the warmth of the sun.The verdant and wild scenery of towns and towns appeared in the field of vision, and the pink and white flower field was at a slightly higher corner of the field ridge, spreading out the whole bright spring scene.

There were sun spots on her face, which vaguely illuminated the surroundings of the crimson pupils, including the regular and perfect shape of the corners of the eyes, and the curved eyelids were like the arcs of the edges of butterfly wings.The slender legs are like a small sycamore tree, without shoes, the ankles are stained with blood, the toes are stepping on the reed roots, and the blood drops from the wounds are flushed with a small piece of stream.

Like a silkworm chrysalis breaking from a silk thread.

The water droplets kept dripping, and the cold air in the mountains made the girl's face even more beautiful.She raised her arm and flicked her long black hair back, and the golden flowing water splashed out, like the melting spring sun.

Broken and disheveled cross-shaped clouds appeared in the sky.And there were no villages nearby, and the alfalfa grass along the line was flush with the shoreline of the stream on the clear, silted, shattered water.Not a few steps away from here, there is a small bridge connecting the two banks.

It is a simple bridge.

Only a few words were hung on a wooden sign beside the bridge, but they were incomprehensible. They were composed of triangles, dots, and various distorted English letters.The bridgehead is covered with chrysanthemum-like flowers, and there are creaking footsteps coming from behind.

—Someone has crossed the plank bridge.

Mu Chuanyu turned his head and met a pair of bright blue eyes from afar, with a bit of surprise in them. The slightly raised outer eye sockets lightly drew round arcs, and the short golden hair was extremely dazzling by the sun, reflecting the bright Ray particles.

A boy around her age.

The other party quickly put away this surprise, and his expression turned into vigilance and inquiry. He was still wearing a white cloth bag, wearing yellow and blue, which seemed to be the unique costume of a certain ethnic minority, and holding a book in his hand. Book with unclear cover.White butterflies flew up and down from among the reeds, and the boy's side face already had the rudiments of a calm and handsome face in the future, revealing a clear outline.

"You..." He seemed to want to pretend that he didn't see it, but he squirmed his lips and couldn't hold back his doubts. He stood in a safe range and said, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

I knew I was going to ask this, thank you for speaking Japanese all over the world.

Mu Chuanwei has long been used to wandering between different worlds. She was silent for a while, and naturally showed a sad expression: "I just escaped, and I don't know where this is. My family and friends have all been killed..."

Then he put on a strong but rational resolute look, turned sideways, and there was still dry red and black along the trouser seam below the waistline, and the wound on the ankle was bleeding.She covered her face, knelt down——

"I don't know what to do anymore."

The slender arms seemed to be broken when they were folded, and the slender figure gave a sense of weakness. The overly outstanding face made her whole body emit a different light, which did not set off the beauty that should be in the world.

I don't know if it was Mu Chuan's experience that aroused the teenager's sympathy and empathy, or her deceitful appearance made people unable to ignore it. In short, the other party was stunned for a moment, and then a complex expression appeared on his face, as if he was being raped. What a stinging expression.

"... Are you also..."

This most beautiful spring, although not as good as summer, but the dew soaked the reeds and her thoroughly, the sun slowly sprinkled the forest land, the breeze blew, everything was crystal clear, everything was just right when we met when we were young.

He walked down the wooden bridge, slowly approached her, and handed out a tissue: "Wipe it."

However, when the young man, who was half vigilant and half sympathetic, stepped on the muddy reed root, although he paid attention to the uneven ground under his feet, he still slipped. He tilted his body, staggered forward, and fell down. out.

The corner of the black-haired girl's mouth twitched indistinctly, her pupils shrank suddenly, she was still showing her acting skills, and she was treated as a backstop without any preparation at all.The two fell face to face into the stream, and the blond boy fell directly on Mu Chuan, it hurt so much... Hey, he didn't hurt at all.

I hurt.Mu Chuanwei's face was paralyzed and his body was covered with water, and his back was pressed against the rocks at the bottom of the stream. It's all right now, don't laugh at anyone.

The encounter of youth was crossed and turned into a comedy drama.In the early spring of 1998, Yui Muchuan, who had just left a certain space, and Kurapika, who had just come out of the library in the small town of Lanka in Warsaw, met inexplicably, two characters who were originally incompatible.

Nie Yuan really cannot escape.