The moon of the king of the net is like an angel

In the dojo, a child with long silver hair sat quietly with his head lowered, seemingly listening to a tall man's explanation of "Kendo" knowledge.He was really quiet, so quiet that he seemed to blend in completely with the surrounding scenery.For a moment, the man felt that the child in front of him might be more suitable to learn the art of assassination.

"Young master Qiancang, try it!" The man handed the bamboo knife to the child.The child raised his head and his eyes were blurred and empty, not at all like a five-year-old child.Shengli, oh no, it should be Ruoyue who took the bamboo knife. She didn't listen to the man's eloquence just now. She doesn't know how to use a knife, let alone a Japanese sword, but a sword is what she knew in her previous life. , is also the best weapon she uses, and her sword is not as good as the "gentleman's sword".Her sword is used to kill people. Seeing blood seals her throat faster than ordinary bullets.

Perhaps it is because the Japanese sword is narrow, long and slightly curved, and the single-edged handle is longer, which is suitable for chopping, cutting, thrusting and stabbing. It is actually the product of the combination of sword and sword.Ruoyue's use of it is completely in accordance with her own use of the sword.

The moment Ruoyue held the knife, her gaze became cold and sharp, although those purple eyes still had a blurred color - that was the effect of wearing purple contact lenses.Of course, the man didn't notice all this, Ruoyue's eyes were lowered very low.The man seemed to shrink back because he felt the temperature in the room had dropped, thus ignoring Wakazuki's posture of holding the knife.

Ruoyue stood in front of the man and bowed slightly to him, then took a few steps back, ran forward, and jumped into the air.That movement is coherent and elegant yet extremely fierce, like a vigorous leopard.If the man was watching from the sidelines, he would definitely applaud for this, but at this time, he is the prey of the leopard.Ruoyue's blade pointed at the man's throat, her expression was cold, her voice was like coming from Shura's hell, "If this is not Qian Cang's family, you are already dead—"

The man fell to the ground when his eyes made contact with Ruoyue.For so many years, the eyes of ordinary people, even the eyes of ordinary killers, have long been unable to shock him, but now seeing the child in front of him makes him feel like he is in hell, and a cold and hopeless feeling spreads all over his body. At that moment, he actually longed to die there. Under the bamboo knife. "噗" The bamboo knife fell to the ground, and the child in front of him stood quietly in front of him, the coldness and sharpness just now seemed like a lifetime ago.The man breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he was alive after a catastrophe.The child in front of him lowered his head, no matter what he could not connect her with the demon just now.

"Shengli, how is your kendo learning?" Patriarch Qiancang walked into the dojo, he asked Ruoyue, but his eyes stayed on the so-called kendo teacher.

(Everyone: Ruoyue can't speak? A certain one: How could I be willing to let my daughter not be able to speak? Yueyue is so cute, it's a waste of not being able to speak~~~ A certain one is sent flying by everyone)

Ruoyue did not speak, but still lowered her head, as if the child who made the Shura-like voice was not her at all.

Patriarch Qiancang didn't pay attention to this point, but just stared at the kendo teacher.

"Patriarch Qiancang, Lingsun's talent is extraordinary, and I think I can't teach Lingsun, please find a job." Although Patriarch Qiancang's reward is very impressive, if he continues to teach him, whether he will be ordered to leave will be a problem. is a problem.The man bowed in apology and left the dojo.

Patriarch Qiancang stared at the tall figure and frowned, then turned his gaze to Ruoyue, "Sheng Li, what's going on??"

"Shengli doesn't know." The slightly cold and blunt words came to Qian Cang's ears, although Qian Cang was a little surprised by Ruoyue's tone, but did not doubt anything.

"As the heir of Qian Cang's family, you must learn kendo!" Qian Cang's voice was majestic and solemn, "Since the best kendo teacher in Tokyo can't teach you, then I have to teach you myself!" Qian Cang walked away Go to the wall and pick up the bamboo knife, "Sheng Li, pick up the bamboo knife."

Ruoyue raised her head, and took a light look at Qian Cang, her eyes were still empty and without warmth, and Ruoyue's movements seemed to be a controlled but flexible puppet doll.She picked up the bamboo knife.

"Sheng Li, your knife holder—" the voice stopped abruptly.

As soon as Ruoyue picked up the bamboo knife, it was a tactic to deal with the man. It was done in one go, without any unnecessary movements, but Patriarch Qian Cang blocked it with the bamboo knife, but it was deflected, the blade pointed at the throat.

From the moment Ruoyue picked up the knife, Qian Cang found that the child's eyes were cold and unhuman. "Shengli, your posture for holding the knife is wrong." This is what he wanted to say to the child, but he stopped in the middle of the conversation, and the child stabbed him with a bamboo knife.He found that the child looked at him as if he was already dead. "Quick, ruthless, and accurate" he fully demonstrated the basics of the way of swordsmanship.Suddenly Qian Cang understood why the kendo teacher said that he could not teach him. "He's not Shengli." This was the only thought that flashed through Qian Cang's mind.

For more than 60 years, Qian Cang has never felt scared, but at this time, a child who looks like Shura who came out of hell actually made him feel scared.The child's eyes were cold and sharp, full of the breath of death, Qian Cang knew that this look would be unforgettable for him forever.When the blade of the bamboo knife pierced his leader, he clearly saw the child's mouth move: "Swords are used to kill people, even wooden swords are the same." And when the blade of the bamboo knife reached his throat , he clearly saw a transparent stone hanging on the child's neck, and in the middle of the stone was a bright red "moon" character.

Ruoyue, that child is actually Ruoyue.He closed his eyes, waiting for the fatal blow, but he heard the sound of the bamboo knife falling to the ground. "Grandpa, I'm sorry."

Qian Cang opened his eyes, the child in front of him had long since lost the coldness just now, and that Shura-like person seemed to have never existed in the first place.

Qian Cang found that her eyes were empty and faintly blurred.

"Ruoyue takes off her contact lenses."

Ruoyue carefully took out the two pieces of glass from her eyes, then her eyes drooped slightly so as not to look at Qian Cang.

"Look at me, Wakatsuki—"

Ruoyue raised her head and looked at Qian Cang.Silent and empty, without a trace of life, full of the breath of death, if it is acceptable to say that the emptiness and blurredness in Ruoyue's eyes wearing colored contact lenses, then Ruoyue's current eyes will only make Qian Cang lose his desire for life a little bit.That's why she hasn't looked at anyone for 5 years?Qian Cang closed his eyes, trying hard to recover himself, a twinkle of distress flashed in his heart.Obviously they have exactly the same appearance, but why does she look like a big puppet doll?

When Qian Cang opened his eyes, Ruoyue's pupils drooped again, Qian Cang sighed, but didn't force anything.

"Ruoyue, tell me why you are here?" A light and serious voice came into Ruoyue's ears, Ruoyue just shook her head.

"Ruoyue, where's Shengli?" Ruoyue continued to shake her head, as if the talking child had never existed, no matter what Qian Cang said, she didn't say a word.

"Ruoyue, tell me why you can talk, did Shengli already know?" Qian Cang's words made Ruoyue's body tremble, and a cold and shallow voice came out of Ruoyue's mouth: "Grandpa, Don't tell brother Ruoyue can talk, or brother will ignore Ruoyue."

"Even if he bullies you, do you still care about him so much?"

Bully?Have it?Maybe, but Shengli is Ruoyue's only warmth in this world, how can Ruoyue abandon him?

"Then why does Ruoyue use a sword?" A sword?That's what that child called the bamboo knife just now!

Why?Could it be that this is a memory from a previous life? "Ruoyue doesn't know, but she seems to know how to use it just by picking up the sword."

"Oh." Qian Cang nodded thoughtfully, "Then Yue'er, I will hand over Qian Cang's family to you, and you will protect Li'er from now on, okay?"

Qian Cang saw Ruoyue raised her head in surprise, and finally there was a trace of ordinary warmth in her empty eyes, Qian Cang knew that she was betting right, maybe this could make her look like an ordinary child.

To protect Shengli?This should be right, whoever is connected with his blood should be protected by himself.So Ruo Yue nodded.

Seven years is neither long nor short, Ruoyue spent a year learning to look as calm as water, but her face is expressionless.It was another two years, Ruoyue knew how to smile gently, and it was the time of her thoughts Ruoyue learned to cover up everything with a simple smile, and in the remaining three years Ruoyue learned to be truly simple—to put everything The joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys are so simply expressed in front of the eyes, even with a sword in hand.But she was still unable to speak in a gentle and innocent voice.

It has been 7 years, Qian Cang Shengli has been in junior high school, and Ruoyue has been trained as a homeowner for 7 years, she has never been to school, all the teachers are directly invited in, even the four-year-old who went to the United States Year.

For 7 years, Ruoyue kept practicing the exercises of her previous life, just to protect the person she decided to protect; for 7 years, Ruoyue tried to forget that person in her previous life over and over again, but tasted the heart-wrenching pain over and over again until Numbness; seven years—just seven years.Ruoyue has been in this world for 7 years, but she still cannot forget the fact that she is Yue.

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