Wang Wang's dream color

It was almost evening, and the glow in the flower room was getting stronger, dyeing the gorgeous flower colors into a more dreamy iridescence.

Ansair was still in the hospital for observation and recuperation, and Sakura went around the well-cared-for greenhouse as usual, and when she came out and returned to the garden, she saw two unexpected people.

"meet again."

She looked at the man who adjusted his glasses and gave her a gentle smile, then turned her head to look at the girl who was still standing beside the man, smiled, and the light color in her eyes blurred.

"Guide. Why are you here?"

"I was entrusted by someone to be responsible for your training for the next period of time."

Chu Ming glanced at Richard standing in the distance, touched the top of the girl's hair next to her, and said it lightly.

"Until you get what you want."

Sakura was stunned for a moment before turning to smile.

"When did he find you?"

"A long time ago."

Chu Ming glanced at Sakura who was smiling unpredictably, turned his eyes, and looked at the brilliantly blooming flower wall in the greenhouse over there, murmuring a bit in his mouth.

"A person like him... he cares about you very much."

"A man like him?"

Sakura's eyelashes flickered slightly, and she walked towards Richard who was waiting in the distance, and Chu Ming followed behind her, and heard her pause, thousands of thoughts were condensed in the words that were blown away in the wind.

"Anse...is the nicest guy I've ever met."

After hearing that sentence clearly, Chu Ming raised the corners of his mouth, didn't speak, only touched Shan Ze's hair, and there was a glint of gold in his eyes.

"My winning streak has reached [-]. According to the usual practice, I already have the qualification to enter the 'Ghost Skull' black season inner competition that will start three months later."

Sakurano handed the flower branch she picked off to Richard who was waiting, took off her gloves, and walked towards her usual practice field.

"The four final victors in the inner circle will be the core four 'Death Knights' of the 'Ghost Skull'. They will inherit the title and continue to expand their power."

"No one can break the line of defense inside the 'Ghost Skull', and almost every 'Death Knight' is selected from among the successors."

"Fulfill my wish..."

Sakura opened the heavy door, and the open underground court was displayed in front of the three of them. She turned her head and smiled lightly.

"Then... help me, help 'R', defeat the authority of 'Ghost Skull'."

"Reshape... this underground world."

At the same time, in the dark stronghold far away from the manor, the tyranny that is about to move has sneaked out.

"Oh my god! It's Mu Qian! And Samael!"

It was almost sunset, and there was a commotion around the high platform where the crowd was getting more and more crowded. Hearing the exclamation from the door, everyone looked at the source of the sound with horror hidden in their eyes.

The door that was kicked open was still shaking slightly. Samuel walked in with his dazzling blond hair and a delicate angelic face strolling in with a smile on his face. Cranky and bloodthirsty... clearly in a bad mood.

Behind him came Mu Qian with slightly drooping eyebrows and a lollipop in his mouth. Both of them were dressed in black, with blood-colored skulls embroidered on their arms.

"Oh my god...why don't you come, come here! Why are these two here?"

The whispered discussion in the crowd has spread, and they glanced at the two who were walking towards the high stage in the middle of the field from time to time.

"There...someone placed a challenge under the battle list! Almost at the same time!"

"My God... where did the lunatic come from!"

"Don't want to live!"

......

The whispers made people tremble with fear, and people stared at the wide-open door with excited or speculative eyes, just wanting to see who the god made this frightening challenge.

Suddenly, under the attention of all the people, a slender human figure walked in with his shoulder on his back, and walked towards the high platform with a ruffian smile under everyone's gaze.

"Oh it's you..."

Samuel, who was sitting on the edge of the high platform with his legs hanging down, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the person who finally walked in with an orange in his hand and was biting, with a bright and innocent smile on his face.

"It's really haunting."

The person who came was Long Ya who had been entangled with Samael for countless rounds in these long months.

Swallowing the last bite of the orange in one gulp, Long Ya shrugged her shoulders and smiled unbearably.

"NONONO..."

He shook his fingers, let out a big laugh, passed the high platform where Samuel was sitting, and walked towards another one.

"Don't be too narcissistic, I won't play with you tonight..."

"You have to try something new, I'm tired of seeing your fake face every day..."

Hearing the strong sarcasm in Long Ya's tone, Samuel was stunned for a moment, and the bright smile on his face disappeared instantly...

He watched Long Ya walk towards Mu Qian with a gloomy expression, his blue eyes were filled with haze.

The people around him all consciously took a few steps back in a tacit understanding, for fear of being affected by the anger of the lord on the stage.

Although these two are not as moody as Lilia, they can kill at will... But they are all the same monsters, and they can't do anything when they are so angry...

"Yo! Good!"

Jumping onto the stage, Long Ya waved her hand and greeted Mu Qian who was silently standing in the corner of the stage with a lollipop in her mouth.

"Quack quack!"

Seeing that Long Ya had come to the stage, Mu Qian slightly raised his eyes, the candy in his mouth had been crushed by him, the sound of chewing the crushed candy sounded a little creepy, just like the eyes he looked at Long Ya... covered by mist After all, the beasts that have been full of blood recently are throwing a cruel slap in the face.

Just when the atmosphere between the two was about to be tense, Samael over there looked at the person who finally walked in at the door, was startled for a moment, and chuckled softly with a "puchi".

"Why... the big one left, and a small one came?"

He glanced at the person coming, raised his voice and smiled towards Long Ya who was not far away, but his eyes were gloomy.

"Echizen Ryuya? Why, did your brother sneak out without being locked up? Do you want me to teach him how to play?"

"little guy?"

Long Ya heard the sound, turned her head and saw Echizen who pressed the brim of his hat and jumped onto the high platform to meet Samael's eyes.

"Yo!"

Waving to Longya, Echizen heard Samuel's ridicule, showing a frivolous smile on his face.

"teach me?"

He clapped his arms, and the young man's voice resounded through the high platform.

"You are still far away!"

With a "boom"...the invisible flames of war have already started a prairie fire.

Mu Qian pulled out the long clap behind her back, raised the fog in her eyes and let out a roar.

With a bright smile on his face, Samuel stood up, looking at Echizen's blue eyes full of murderous intent.

war!

Tonight's fight - start!

The war situation here is igniting, and the lights are just coming on, and some old friends come to get acquainted.

In the Broadway theater, the audience who came to watch the show walked into the private rooms and seats one after another.

In the gradually dimming lights, a private room with a good view was leisurely sipping tea, but suddenly heard the quarrel stopped by the bodyguards outside the door.

"what happened..."

It was a contemptuous female voice, the slightly hoarse voice revealed an invisible beauty, and the finger that put down the teacup was as smooth as jade and fat, and as straight as a beautiful human bone.

"There is a gentleman who wants to see you, but there is no appointment. We saw that he was dressed a little...strangely, and he was carrying a battered racket...so we didn't let him in."

The white bodyguard who came into the private room to report was tall and bowed his head respectfully, but he heard the female voice laugh slightly, and the tail of the words evoked a different kind of rhyme.

"Let him in... an old friend."

"I don't understand your interests. I like to sit here without moving all day long, watching these things that I don't know what they are singing."

The visitor rudely fell back on the sofa, looked at the performance on the stage casually, took a big sip from the teacup casually, and then looked at the woman sitting on the chair over there.

It was an oriental woman with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, well maintained, wearing a luxurious dress, with black hair hanging down, sitting there is a picture of beauty, no one would have thought that this woman who looks less than thirty is already Nearly fifty.

The visitor took a few glances at the woman, who was still wearing a loose black kimono, and even stepped on those familiar clogs.

"Heh, Nanjiro... You haven't changed a bit in all these years."

The woman glanced at the out-of-shape man sitting crookedly on the sofa from the corner of her charming eyes, and smiled softly, with that distinctive rhyme still in her tone.

"I'm old, you are the one who hasn't changed, just."

Nanjiro flicked the net of the racket at hand, lowered his head, and lowered his voice.

"The crooked road is getting farther and farther."

"Wrong way? Heh. I drink tea, you drink wine. It's just that each goes his own way, that's all."

The woman flicked the finger on her thumb, caught a glimpse of the clap in Nanjiro's hand out of the corner of her eye, paused, and then spoke slowly.

"Tell me, why did you come back after staying in Japan well for so many years?"

"I'll come back and make a break."

Waving the old wooden racket in his hand, Nanjiro didn't look at the woman a few steps away, but shook his head with regret in his voice.

"After so many years, I'm afraid this racket really won't work anymore."

Without speaking, the woman just turned her head, her beautiful eyes wandered, her gaze was fixed on the man swinging the racket for a long time before she spoke.

"Even if it works, I won't touch it again. Your two sons have already been stirred into this pool of water. Why, do you want to move that old bone to get a foot in it?"

"I just want to fulfill my unfulfilled promise. It's not easy for that girl Ying Nao. If he has any wishes, my uncle has to do his part."

Nanjiro shrugged, not interested in the coercion in the woman's eyes.

"As for what those two bastards are going to do, I don't care."

"Young people, you should take more risks, don't you?"

"I met you before Su Ying. In the end, they and your wife are better off with you."

The woman looked at Nanjiro for a while, then suddenly smiled, the smile on her face was a little unpredictable.

"After all, the way is different, and there is no conspiracy."

"That girl Cherry..."

She brushed her temples, smiled dignifiedly and purely, but the words she uttered were heartbreaking.

"Who made her cursed at birth, like her mother, the sharp knife that seals her throat with blood."

"Go ahead."

She came back from the distant memories, looked at Nanjiro with downcast eyes, and spoke lightly.

"What exactly do you want?"

"I don't want anything, come today..."

Throwing the racket in his hand, Nanjiro saw that the woman took the racket in a daze, then stood up, his tone still so casual.

"Just giving you the beat back."

"I haven't loosened my muscles for many years."

Nanjiro walked a few steps, and looking back, the expression on that moment made the woman in a trance for a moment, as if she had gone back to many years ago, and once again saw the all-powerful and frivolous young samurai on the field.

"Old woman...you,"

He turned around, laughed and went out.

"It's still so bad."