[Tutor Squalo] Moon and Shark

In the end, Balian quickly decided to imprison me, and the watchman was Squalo.Someone ridiculed him for being ridiculous for volunteering, and was beaten several times by him with his eyes wide open.He refused to use the prison or the torture chamber, insisting that I stay in his room, only allowing the Balian mesmer to put the power-blocking locks on me.Such things as spatial abilities are a bit daunting.

That noon, after the crisis seemed to be over, Squalo was even a little elated.He took me to his room as a guard, and scolded me all the way for why I didn’t look at my phone first, told me not to come to him for a few days, and told me to hide from XANXUS in the future. strong.

I remember I followed him, half a step behind, watching his hair sway with the steps, the silver stained with wine had dried, and became a somewhat stiff line in the slanting sunlight.He walked with strides, looked sideways at me from time to time, frowned when he scolded me, and relaxed when he laughed.He is wearing a long black trench coat, no one is more suitable for this kind of clothes than him; other people wearing it will only remind me of an ominous black flame, but he is the only one who is naturally suitable, like walking through the dry forest at night of flying birds.Who can say that flying in the dark is not a kind of freedom?

Spelby Squalo is a natural born Mafia.I saw.I actually saw it long before XANXUS let me see it.

He was nagging at me all the time with his loud voice, really like an old woman, but he couldn't say it, and he would get angry if he said it, and he would yell at you with a louder voice.So I kept silent and smiled at him, thinking he was such a yelling and violent guy, but I really loved him.

There is only love.

He was normal all the time, as if he had completely forgotten what happened just now, until I lay down on his bed and said that you can go, and I, the little prisoner, will stay here obediently.At that time, he was standing by the bed and suddenly asked me a question.

"Luna," he said, "you won't forgive me again, will you?"

It's a normal volume.Whenever he really has something on his mind, he won't speak out loud.

I rolled over on his pillow and looked at him with one eye.He was in a place against the light, and the outline of his facial features was deepened by the shadows, turning into a kind of expressionless coldness.I looked at him for a while and held out my hand to him.His palm is cold, the kind of cold that can only be caused by extreme tension.

I hold it hard.

"Do you want to do it?" I asked.

For the first time, he didn't answer the invitation, but asked very stubbornly: "You won't forgive me again."

It is said to be a question, but it actually ends with a period.

"The premise of forgiveness is to apologize, and the premise of apology is to do something wrong, so I promise not to do it again next time." I hugged his pillow and buried my face in it, "But we don't have this premise, right Squaw Luo, neither I nor you feel that if you make a mistake, you need to guarantee that you will never make a mistake again."

Just now—before, when the garbage boss in his mouth asked him to kill me, he was struggling.I can almost see those fiercely entangled contradictions materialized into real fighting with real knives and guns, materialized in his tightened pupils.At that time, Spelby Squalo was really struggling to kill me.So, I have always said that it is very wrong for him to find a master for himself and invite someone to ascend the throne. It is said that the king wants his ministers to die and his ministers have to die.If you don't do it, can you still make the monarch and his ministers loyal and never give up?There is no point of righteousness and extinction of relatives to set off, where can the eternal stories come from?

Next time, next time, next time.As long as he is still Sbelby Squalo, and I am still Lin Zhongyue, we will still follow our own track, make different choices, and eventually walk on different paths.What I cherished was still worthless to him, and the ideals he was proud of were no more important to me than a book.

That sunny noon, he stood there with a silence that didn't suit him at all, his palms were cold.

Then he suddenly laughed.When I looked up at him, he had a full smile on his face, a very Squalo, bloodthirsty smile.

"I want it all." He stared at me fiercely, "You know me, Luna, I will not let go of what I want, whatever you think."

Then the uncle who was in the second year of middle school bit me hard on the lip, and I didn't have to be polite, so I slapped him hard.He had a chance to hide, but he didn't. Instead, he chose to press me down, still laughing, but his eyes were focused and crazy, like a hunter about to bite off the neck of his prey.He even actually bit my neck, right there at the throat, not forcefully, but with a strong killing intent and possessiveness, which almost made my hair stand on end.

We rolled and rolled, just naturally a few times, and the nervous shark kept biting me, and always biting the neck.In the end, I was alone rubbing the teeth marks on my body, thinking angrily that he would not do it when I invited him just now, but instead he rushed forward after canceling the invitation.

I sat cross-legged on the bed, and took off the lock on my wrist while complaining.To say that laymen really don't understand us supernatural powers, especially those like me who use spatial powers, don't they just wear a circle on their hands, and I can draw a space along the skin to come out.The ring that seems to be on the hand is actually wrapped by another thin layer of space. It sounds very sci-fi and exciting, hey?Not bad, I'm very satisfied with myself, I can add a chicken leg to dinner, or two.

Throwing away the lock, thinking about it, I also wrote a post-it note on Squalo's bedside, and wrote: The idiot shark doesn't know anything about real power, please don't blame him, he didn't release the water.But if you insist on blaming him, then I can't help it.I ran away, and everyone, the green mountains do not change, the green waters and long streams are destined to disappear~ Farewell, everyone!

"Green mountains do not change, green waters flow forever" I can't write in Italian, so I wrote it in Chinese.Just so happy.

There's something I seem to have forgotten to mention.Before I came to Balian Building, I had a business trip on my hands, and I wanted to tell Squalo.It seems unnecessary now.

So, when everything was still lurking underwater, and the atmosphere was still so calm that it was strange, I took the formalities I had prepared earlier, and swaggered to the airport as a senior cadre of Peng Gelie, and quickly bought a new one. Air ticket, happily fly to Asia.China's national defense is still very good, the mafia can't get in, so it's suitable for hermitage.In the next period of time, Pengo Lie must be busy fighting among himself and can't control me.

I never expected that when I was still a few months away from the age of 22, I could realize my wish to wash my hands in the golden basin ahead of schedule.At that time, I still thought that most of my luck in the first half of my life was spent here.

Similarly, I never expected that this unlucky plane crashed halfway through the flight.Very good, it seems that my luck in the rest of my life has also been used.

Well, what did Squalo say before?I'm going to die someday for trivial reasons?This prophecy was simply wrong.To die in a plane crash is simply unreasonable.Therefore, people should not take themselves too seriously. Sometimes life is meaningless, and death can also be for no reason.

Before losing consciousness, I seriously reviewed my life, and felt that as a scumbag mafia, I neither wasted my time nor did nothing; no matter what I encountered, I was trying to love life; I had many times I want to protect something, animals or people, but I have never been successful, but I have tried after all.Although I did not fight for the liberation of mankind, I have always fought for my own conscience, and I think it is not easy.

Then, before I die, I have nothing to regret.

There is only the last sentence, but it is a pity that I have no chance to tell you in person.

... Goodbye, Spelby Squalo.Even if you are the kind of person I hate so much, I will not regret that I loved you.

The author has something to say: Forgive me for staying up all night for my confused thinking ORZ

There should be a little part of Squalo's perspective first

...Of course after I finished my study and work [Sudden tears

And this is not over, not be, of course the girl is still alive~