PS: The third volume passed the middle game, I can already see the ending, I have been thinking a lot...

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Guests came to home.

It should be a beauty, according to human aesthetics.

With blue and purple hair and a nice face, she carried a long knife with her arms and wore snow-white clothes. Every move was pleasing to the eye and was very straightforward and neat, not as squeaky as those women on TV. Looking at her manners in dealing with people and listening to her tone of conversation, it was very similar to the warriors mentioned in the book. My brother said that a real warrior was killed by a Ming man named Sun Yang hundreds of years ago, and a large number of shogunate years were killed in hundreds of years. To this day, the warriors who adhered to the character of "the weak should not be bullied, and the strong should not kneel down" were simply fossil-like figures and could be caught in the zoo to protect.

But what is a fossil and what is a zoo?

The elder brother also said that today's warriors are roughly divided into two categories. One is the sloppy and useless warriors. Although they are lazy, they are useful at critical moments. They can kill people with wooden knives, while the other is the fools who are like dogs but are not even as good as scum. The knife in their hands is like tofu, and they can break it with one blow. They only care about being a dog for the powerful and powerful, and they are useless.

What kind of woman is like a samurai in front of you? My brother said that the silver-haired uncle named Sakata Gintoki is a model of the slag warrior, but Toyako never left it. He could see that although the brother was disdainful and ridiculed on the surface, he should be very close to the natural uncle. But it doesn't look very similar. This girl in white clothes can neither pick her nose nor be addicted to the slag warrior, which is inconsistent with the description of the slag warrior. That is the second type? That's even less like it.

Chihiro felt that this samurai sister was definitely not the second type of samurai that her brother mentioned.

The reason is very simple.

She wants to date a blind date with her brother. If she is that kind of person, how can she be worthy of a blind date with her brother?

"Chisun...is it?" Just as Chihiro was puzzled, the purple-haired warrior sister walked over to him and stretched out her hand to him, "I'm in Yujian Mingye, please give me some advice."

It's a samurai-like tone.

Qianxun has made up for daily etiquette a lot during this period, so he won’t make jokes. He shook hands with the other party a little restrainedly. His golden eyes made Yu Jian Mingye slightly stunned. The girl smiled and said, “For some reason, I think you look familiar.”

She took a box with exquisite packaging from the maid behind her: "Because I don't know what you like, I can't give you the most appropriate gift, but I think since I'm a boy, I should be the same thing I like."

Qianxun took it, but he was ignorant of the world after all, so he opened the packaging box in front of Mingye.

"The model of the 'Wu Yulei' type tactical aircraft has been improved, and its performance has been greatly improved..."

Yu Jian Mingye's kind explanation, Qianxun can no longer hear it.

He quietly looked at the purple body, and a huge wave was stirred in his heart.

——Did you forget him?

——Have you forgotten that he believed that mankind would achieve the ultimate victory, sacrifice his life and entrust his future to us?

——There are more people who believe in our strength, give their lives calmly, and open up the way forward for us.

——Don’t waste time here, I should have followed him long ago. The reason I stay here is to fight with him. Since I decided to shoulder this mission, I must have corresponding awareness. Sometimes, for a great goal, I must dirty my hands, think about the origin, and think about the mood you have just lost him...

——And, kill me...

The unimaginable severe pain exploded in my mind, and Chihiro fainted.

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In the gray sky, there is no light in this world, and the pale tones dominate everything. His barren vocabulary and broken memories cannot accurately describe everything in front of him in words. He only felt that this inexplicable world was gray, which made him feel panic, irritable, fearful, and heartbroken, but he could not escape.

Because darkness follows like a shadow, spreading, rolling, cursing, and sighing.

Gray sky, black shadows, white mist.

Chihiro held his heart and breathed in big mouthfuls, but the invisible pressure still surged like a tide.

That night, he watched the moon with the Dragon God Key. He seemed to remember something that night, and suddenly dreamed of this dark world. There was no light, no outlet, only the whispers in the white mist and the dark shadows, chanting vague whispers over and over again. The sound shaved his bones over and over again, eroding his soul, questioning everything about him, forcing him to recall, remember, repent, despair and... strength.

What to recall?

What to remember?

Why confess?

How can you despair?

How can you be strong?

Even if he asked loudly involuntarily, there was only a sarcastic sneer from the white fog, without any intention of answering him, but the resentment, cold and ruthless whisper was a little stronger, which made him upset, frightened and furious, and made him manic. He reached out to clear the white fog in front of him, but the fog condensed but did not dissipate. No matter how far he walked forward, he could not see clearly what was hidden in the fog.

He knew nothing about the world, and he didn't know why he came here.

But there is only one thing that is certain.

Here we hate him, weary of him, hate him, and curse him.

But he forged this place, carried it, remembered it, and protected it.

Forever, forever, forever, and forever, we will move forward together here. Even if all the pain and curses are pressed on our shoulders, even if countless ghosts entangle him, curse him, and tear him apart, his backbone will not bend half an inch, his footsteps will not stop for a moment, and his heart will not bend half apart.

He would just carry it and continue walking, even if the weight of the entire universe was pressed on it.

Qianxun sat on the ground, the gray earth was so clean.

Where is this?

If Nayako is here, she will definitely know the answer.

Even though he was beaten to the point of incompleteness, his strength retreated thousands of miles and his memory was chaotic, Nayaratotip was impressed by this place.

Because not long ago, in the fierce battle between the broken star system somewhere in the Milky Way, it was this gray ghost place that broke the world's eggs and directly eroded the material world to complete the expansion. It crushed the nineteen incarnations of the crawling chaos in one breath, leaving indelible terrifying scars on the essence of the evil god.

The traces of the acquired axe are too strong, as if they were born from the mental storm of lower-level wisdom creatures, but the essence is harmonious and unobstructed, and it is refined to perfection. The body can be comparable to the Chaos Sea.

——The Sea of ​​Chaos, the king of the old dominators, the territory of Azathus.
Chapter completed!