"Speaking of this, do you like the guqin?"

night.

War Academy.

In a house outside the neighborhood with bright lights and wine.

Outside the window, a thunderstorm is approaching.

Ryork couldn't help but tremble when he looked at the strange figure who was fiddling with the guqin he had bought for a lot of money.

If he knew that he would mess with such a killing god, he would never have sex with the sheriff's wife, even if that woman was really tempting.

"Hey, listen to me, Sarco, I know you are Sarco..." Ryock's throat was a little dry. When he thought of the terrible rumors about the clown with heavy eyeshadow in front of him, he began to tremble from the bottom of his bones, "Who asked you to kill me? It must be the sheriff Domingo, right? I guessed it was him, how much he paid? I'll give you double, no, triple, four times, as long as you want, you offer a price, don't kill me... don't kill me..."

"Please..."

The lights were not turned on in the room, and the air was so dim that it was almost suffocating.

The clown didn't answer him, he was just fiddling with the exquisitely shaped guqin there.

He shook his head, as if he was enjoying it so much, and his whole body danced slightly there.

Then he suddenly said, "You must not like the guqin."

When he said this, the faint night outside the window was just shining on his face covered with oil paint, making his face appear a nearly terrifying oppression at that moment.

"..." Ryock swallowed, not knowing how to answer, he was already subconsciously looking for weapons that could be used.

Because he found that what he saw was an absolute madman.

A madman has no way to communicate.

"You don't know how many wonderful things you missed." The clown in the dark shook his head without regret, but his fingers did not leave the guqin. "Have you heard of Sona?"

"Her piano sounds can always calm me down. Perfect, ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding-"

As he spoke, he started dancing and played the guqin with his fingers to pluck a few unpleasant notes.

"Dangdangdangdangdang--"

"But soon I'll get tired of her recital. In three minutes I'll want to sleep because it's too smooth and not intense enough. She's a woman, but I still go every time. Do you know why?"

He widened his eyes and looked back at Ryork, causing Ryork's heart to rise straight, and began to jump up.

"I..." He didn't know how to answer this crazy man. Now he was just constantly recalling where his standard saber he had not used for many years.

"Of course you won't know." Sarko didn't expect him to answer at all. He shook his head and turned around and started fiddling with the guqin. "Because when she played the guqin, she looked like my sister on the side, do you know?"

"..." Riyork really wanted to shout, how could I know, but he just looked at a place with sweat.

Because he finally remembered where he put that saber.

Just below the desk one step away.

As long as he moves over, he can easily get the knife.

"My sister, yes. Like my sister, wait. Who is my sister?" Sarko seemed to have encountered some difficult problems. He kept frowning and wanted to think. Finally, he began to slap his cheek and talk to himself.

"My sister..."

"Wait, do I have a sister?"

"kindness……"

And at this moment, Ryork got the standard saber at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his bloated body shape.

Seeing that Sarco still had no response, he couldn't help but have a more bold idea.

That's killing this lunatic.

In that case, he would brag at the cocktail party in the future. He was the man who had killed the famous killer clown Sako. I wonder how many ladies were crying and shouting to go to his bed.

He took a deep breath, slowly and gently, moving towards Sarko more carefully than before when he participated in the City Guards and conducted the last lurking assessment.

And Sarko, he is still conducting self-diality, and seems to be increasingly unable to extricate himself.

"Do I have a sister?"

"No?"

“Is there any?”

"Wait, who am I?"

"I……"

Ryock came to Sarco's back, the last inch of the land. He took a deep breath, raised his knife, and stabbed Sarco hard at the back of the neck who was still talking to himself.

This knife will definitely kill him.

but……

"Bang—" There was a sudden empty sound.

Just like when a circus performs a trick, the clown Sacco disappeared out of thin air.

Ryork stabbed the sky with a knife, a little stunned.

And the next moment, a cold blade had already pressed against his neck.

"Wow, look at what I found? A little sparrow who thought she was smart wanted to kill me?" Sarco stood behind Ryork's back and smiled nervously. With a smile, the cold blade shaking around Ryork's neck.

The cold knife breath made his scalp numb.

"Dang--" His standard saber fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"Give me a break..." He was so scared that he almost fell to his knees.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, let me guess, you must like Black Jack, yes, that nigger." Sarko said in a disgusting tone, "His music is always noisy, boom boom boom, just like you."

"..." Ryork was completely unable to do anything except swallowing.

"Oh? You don't like Black Jack?" Sarco didn't get his answer and suddenly said this again.

"Then you really should listen, it's really suitable for you."

"Boom boom boom boom boom--"

"Actually, it's not bad, isn't it?"

"..." Ryork was still speechless.

"Isn't it right?" But this seemed to anger Sarko all at once.

"Boom boom boom boom boom - isn't it?" he roared suddenly, in Riyork's ear.

"Boom boom boom boom boom" He roared, and the blade in his hand also started to roar together.

Toward Riyork's neck.

Before Ryork was afraid, he had no time to breathe his last breath of air.

"Isn't it good?" His knife kept cutting Ryork's fragile neck, causing the blood to splatter out wantonly.

There was a throat mixed in it, splashing all over him.

"Why don't you speak?" Sarco pushed Ryork, who had turned into a corpse, to the ground with some angriness.

He kicked hard with some resentment and muttered in a low voice: "You are such an irrespectful person, you are suitable for listening to Black Jack's rude music."

"No, you don't understand music at all." He mumbled like this, licking the blood stains on his hands and leaving the door.

Outside the door, a thin girl came over and opened an umbrella.

The two walked silently toward the night.

"Boom--" A lightning broke through the sky.

The rain finally fell.

This is the War Academy.

Three years later. (To be continued...)

ps: Only one update.

King Strawberry retires tonight.

I will laugh with you for three thousand drunken times, don’t say that you are injured.
Chapter completed!