[Comprehensive] Who is the one who abandons me

Be afraid and just move forward.

As long as you follow the footsteps of Jian Shenyou, as long as you follow the direction that the sword is facing, no matter how powerful the enemy is, you will fall, and no matter how difficult the level is, you will break through. This is the habit engraved in Aincrad's countless battles , that is a subconscious action far faster than thinking.

Up to this point, January Eleven has never seen clearly—

It turned out that before she knew it, she had trusted Gentle so much, and that strong and unshakable confidence was already enough to affect her actions.

Facing the hideous and terrifying evil spirits around him, January Eleven was unusually calm.

She doesn't need to worry about evil spirits attacking from behind, and she will never let any evil spirits pass over the side she is in charge of.

Because behind her is tenderness.

Because I trust Gentle's strength, I don't worry that there will be fish that slip through the net;

Because Ruan believes that she can control the situation on this side, she absolutely does not want to be ashamed of this trust!

On January [-]th, she swung a knife and cut off a pointed tail that was trying to sneak around me to sneak up on the rear. She strode forward, shortened her body, and quickly sent the half-human, half-animal-like evil spirit to the ground at a speed that she couldn't believe. Cut off at the waist.

The horrified face of the evil spirit still remained on the retina, and the knife in January Eleven's hand had already slashed at the other evil spirit.

come!

You ugly evil spirits!

I will kill you all—!

The knife in his hand seemed to sense the thoughts of January [-]th, and trembled more and more.

January Eleven could feel the same frenzy coming from the knife, penetrating directly into her heart through the hand holding the knife.

Without that noisy voice, she understood more than ever what the knife was trying to tell her.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill

Want to kill these things.

want to kill.

Want to use death and bones to prove their existence.

I am a murderer.

I am the one who makes death.

I'm--

The hoarse voice suddenly exploded in January Eleven's heart.

[That's it, Eleven!I've endured it for too long, let's shock the world again—! ]

That longing voice tore a hole in January Eleven's heart.

The things she had imprisoned not so long ago came out again.

The knife in her hand yearns to kill.

She desires to kill.

There was a sentence that suddenly appeared in my heart, and January [-]th raised the long knife and slashed it down without thinking, and shouted that sentence loudly.

"Slaughter, Changsheng—!"

The jet-black blade suddenly faded away piece by piece like rust peeling off, the silvery blade changed in the blood-red light, the arc changed from curved to straight, and then covered with a black deeper than the night and thick ink again.

Almost in an instant, that samurai sword, which was not suitable for January [-]th, changed its appearance.

It changed into something she was very familiar with.

Three-foot Qingfeng.

Watching the knife in his hand turn into a long sword on January [-]th, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Ah, you can finally do one or two things that suit me."

Daohun spat angrily.

[Pooh!Is it my fault if you don't liberate them sooner? ! ]

Holding a sword flower in his hand, January Eleventh pierced the head of a bird-shaped evil spirit with his backhand. With a flick of the momentum, he smashed the corpse into the pile of white flowers in front of him, and his smile became even happier.

"Of course. But for now, let's solve the things here first."

[Tch, thank God as long as you don’t embarrass me again!What are you afraid of, rush up! ]

"You don't need to talk too much!"

January [-] glanced at the battlefield.

Wen Rou has already cleared a clean passage here, if she can't keep up, it will be a joke.

Looking at the gentleness in the leisurely posture surrounded by evil spirits in front of her, she felt unwilling for the first time.

If I still stand still, sooner or later, I will not even have the right to look at her back.

January [-] can't help but ask myself.

When will she be able to have the same level of strength?

When was she able to choose her life as she pleased, even without tender protection?

On January [-]th, a few swords knocked down the occasional scattered evil spirits that slipped through the net, rushed forward, and with a wave of the long sword, directly attracted half of the evil spirits surrounding Zuo Qisi, and charged through the gap while those things were hesitating. Go in and stand next to her, and said with a smile, "Don't you wait for me for a while?"

Zuo Qisi wiped out the evil spirits without looking back, and replied with a smile in the same words: "Didn't you come here?"

That kind of taken-for-granted attitude and unquestionable trust made January Eleven unconsciously raise the corners of his mouth.

Yes, she has always been motivated by such trust.

Because I am trusted, I absolutely do not want to let you down.

The two were surrounded, and even if the strength of each evil spirit was weak, intensive attacks would still bring a lot of trouble.

What's more, these evil spirits are strong and weak, and there are some hard guys in the middle whose shells are so hard that they will even hurt your hands when you cut them with a sword.

When focusing on fighting the nearest evil spirits on January [-]th, a light blade flew from the sky. If you block or dodge it, you will be attacked by three evil spirits. In an instant, she chose "kill first These are the options for revenge later".

The light blade hit January Eleven's left shoulder almost instantly. The sharp pain almost made her unable to stand still, and the movement of swinging the sword with her right hand was a little deformed because of this. The attack that was thought to be able to destroy the two evil spirits only hit one end.She immediately made a sword move and sent the guy who was about to move back to the underworld. Then she took the time to glance at her shoulder, but she was stunned when she saw it.

Although the clothes were torn, there was no blood on the shoulder, let alone a wound.

At this moment, there was a burst of exclamation from those blood races.

"Master Shu, are you actually injured?!"

Although curious on January [-]th, he learned his lesson and did not dare to wander off casually, and continued to work diligently to eliminate evil spirits.

Zuo Qisi didn't have such scruples, and laughed "poof" after listening for a while.

"It seems that their leader is not very lucky, and his left shoulder is injured."

January [-]th blurted out: "What a coincidence it's also the left shoulder?"

Zuo Qisi cleared the surrounding space for a few steps, and then looked at January Eleven with a smile.

"It's a 'coincidence', that's why I said he was unlucky. There are so many people here, so it happened to be him."

The specially emphasized word "qiao" sounds strange no matter how you hear it.

"Why does this sound weird? It's not a lottery. What is random..."

When January [-] said this, he was dumbfounded, swallowed the rest of the words in a daze, and looked at Zuo Qisi in disbelief.

Zuo Qisi nodded, her gaze fell on the sword in January Eleven's hand.

January [-] immediately looked down at the sword, the corners of his mouth and eyes were about to twitch.

"... Hey, don't tell me... the 'invincible in close combat' in the user manual back then meant..."

If that's what you mean...

This ability must be strictly concealed!

The long sword in January Eleven's hands trembled, but she didn't make a sound, but dragged her into the pile of evil spirits again, as if wanting to prove something.

This time, January Eleven had the courage not to shout, and cooperated with the movement of the knife to attack the vital points of the evil spirit. No matter what attack fell on him, he gritted his teeth and endured the instant pain.

When she got rid of the group of evil spirits and came back unscathed, she was finally convinced of the ability of this knife.

Of course, the constant exclamations from the blood race boys and girls helped her to believe this even more.

On January [-]th, I felt that the melancholy boy's face was too dark, why every injury was transferred to him alone...

And why this knife can only transfer damage and not even pain...

It really hurts...

Zuo Qisi hit January Eleven with a swipe of Yurun.

On January [-]th, I felt a cool feeling flashed by, and the pain everywhere improved a lot immediately.She looked gratefully at Zuo Qisi, only to see that the other party sighed with a half-smile, "It seems that that one is really unlucky".

January [-] trembled subconsciously.

How do you feel that this smile has a blackening shadow...

Where did that one offend Tenderness?

"No, it's just that I feel a little uncomfortable when I see 'not my race'. This is my bad habit. You don't have to worry about it on Eleven."

"..."

Did she just say it?

"No, it's just that your thoughts are written on your face on Eleventh, which is very easy to guess."

"..."

Junior high school students also want to be mafia

The blond-haired, blue-eyed, angelic girl showed a smile like the warm sun in the clear sky, and stretched out her hand to the white-haired boy who was sitting on the ground in front of her, her eyes focused and gentle.

She didn't say a word, but it seemed that she made a firm and unshakable declaration.

——Follow me, from the day you follow me until you decide to turn your back on me, all the glory I bear will be shared with you, and all the crimes you committed will be borne by me.

The white-haired boy showed a shocked expression at first, but soon turned into a dazed look. Tears flickered in the corners of his eyes, and the madness, hatred, and emptiness in his light purple eyes seemed to have never appeared before. It faded away without a trace, and now only the purest admiration and longing are left, as if the long-held wish has finally come true, he stretched out his hand excitedly.

"CUT! It's great! Ms. Yu's performance is so wonderful!"

Director Ogata gave a thumbs up.

The surrounding staff also gave their praises.

On January [-]th, taking advantage of being a gentle best friend, she squeezed through the crowd and gave her a bear hug.

"You are amazing! Look at the photographer and the other party just now.