I slowly lurked behind a Kazuna. Oh, it's a girl. I have to say that this is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my two lives. Standing beside her, looking at the girl carefully, her pink hair slightly added a bit of fresh hair to the air, and her fair face was enough to make any man who likes loli excited. Unfortunately, this is not the world she should have existed. Last second, I was still amazed by her beauty, the next second, with the indifference of this world, I covered her mouth, and her back penetrated into her heart. She whined lightly, and she was forever separated from this world called the blood mist. Her beautiful voice couldn't help but feel a little unbearable. Perhaps, helping her to leave was a help to her, I comforted myself...

The fog was a bit deeper and dissipated with time. The shouts of ending life came from time to time over the trial field, which was harsh and could not hide the struggle and resentment. The fog faded and had lost its function of hiding the figure. The remaining few traces of light mist seemed a little pink for some reason. As the last trace of light mist also dissipated with the wind, I sighed softly: "One Hundred and Three..." The echoing sound in the empty trial field seemed particularly clear. The last two squids stood not far away, looking at the corpses all over the ground, the former classmates and even the teachers fell to the ground with pungent blood, and finally turned their eyes to the young figure standing in the middle of the corpse group, looking at the hideous ghost, feeling the murderous aura, listening to the counting sounds of the statement tone, a sense of death and coldness floated into the hearts of the two of them.

I looked directly at the two people not far away, waiting for their spiritual collapse. Finally, the two people could not bear the suppressed atmosphere. They shouted without knowing the so-called cry, and threw down the Kuwu in their hands and ran aimlessly into the distance. The two Kuwus penetrated into their heads without pity, and two "puff, puff" sounded in the empty trial field. Then came the echo of their body slumping to the ground. With a few twitches, the hot body that had just begun to gradually disappear. I smiled "hehe" and exposed my back to the so-called "playmate" in this murderous ninja game, which is equivalent to giving up the qualification for the game, that is, giving up - life.

Hu------Even a ninja like the Fog Nin who grows up in killing will make such mistakes when they are mentally broken. I found a cleaner place in the middle of the corpse group, sat down, and casually swept the corpse beside me. "Haha..." I smiled sickly. Because the pink-haired girl was sleeping on my left hand, her eyes wide open, as if she had seen something that surprised her. However, the pupils had already dissipated, although Kyuubu had penetrated into her heart and was not pulled out, she had lost a lot of blood, and her face was still a little pale. Her right hand was holding Kyuubu, but Kyuubu had fallen aside. Her left hand was placed on her chest, holding on to her chest. I don't want to put it.

Jin was a little curious and tried to open her left hand. Her left hand was tightly grasped. I took a lot of effort to break it open. What caught my eyes was a brown wooden amulet. I glanced lightly, and the clear word "umbrella" broke into my eyes. I couldn't stop shaking all over. The amulet in my hand almost slipped down. I held the amulet tightly and pressed it tightly on my chest. My whole body began to shake. Every muscle and every nerve was trembling. When I came to this world, it might be dim, but my calm state of mind was disillusioned in an instant. The only reason was that no matter how I escaped, even if I changed the world, I could not get rid of the sorrow of the curse...

I gently stroked the wooden amulet on my chest and thought in a chaotic way: "Umbrella, why don't you let me go? Or, pupa, why don't you let yourself go!!! You coward... Haha, torture? Maybe death is the best ending for me and the ghost man? Ghost man? Haha, I hope the butterfly's wings shake big enough to not let me meet that snow-like child. Blood and snow will not have a good ending... Umbrella, right? The inferior insect pupa cannot get close to the green bamboo umbrella anyway...

I curled up in a corner of the trial room, and my trembling body made my vision blurry. The fog that should have dissipated, for some reason, condensed slightly again. A slightly cool breath swept across my hair, opening up the taboo memory that was sealed by myself for me:

Humans are strange animals. When they don’t have one, they hope to get it. After they get it, they can’t bear the sadness. In junior high school, I always fantasize about being the protagonist of a story, whether it is a hero like a movie world or a tragedy that only exists in comics. It’s not unrequited love, not forced, not loved, and the true first love comes suddenly but not so abrupt. A boy version of Cinderella is staged in my life. Unfortunately, God never gives so many favors to kind or cowardly boys. He gave me one, and left me with only a person, but never ends...

The girl was the playmate that the boy met in elementary school. Although he was not childhood sweethearts since he was a child, they both had certain bonds. When he was about to go to junior high school, the girl was far away from this province, but the two did not have to cut off the connection. Letters and the Internet were also called the bridge of contact between the two. Days passed day by day, and although they could hardly meet, the relationship became deeper and deeper. Until the second year of junior high school, they finally laid a romance, which was a sad first love. The innocent boy did not recognize the gap between the two, just like the slightly coquettish girl. The girl was the daughter of a municipal party secretary, and the boy was just a dog of a civil servant in a small county town. I vaguely remember the shy and slightly proud confession: "Puku pupa, is the umbrella beautiful?"

The girl is the top student in the class there, and the boy is an ordinary student in a small county school, but I remember the girl's promise: "As long as you get into college in the future, even if you have a third-tier university, I will go wherever you go." It has to be said that the hypocritical things like love will give people a kind of motivational power. The boy with a goal of motivating himself, and from nearly 40 grades to the top ten in the class, he almost saw the future of the princess wearing a white wedding dress pounced into his arms. The boy who was immersed in the story of the Knight Princess did not realize that bad luck was approaching the happy two people step by step.

Haha, like a story, the girl has a little heart disease and needs to undergo an artificial diaphragm surgery. The girl asked the boy to go and accompany her on QQ, but unfortunately it was too far. The distance between the two was almost the same thing. The girl knew what she knew and didn't ask for anything else. But during the summer vacation, because of fear, she wrote a letter to the boy, begging the boy to accompany her. Yes, it was begging, her proud begging, haha, how did the cowardly boy mention their relationship to his family? The rest

There is only helpless waiting. In the hot summer, the boy, defined as a pupa, waited for the second letter from the umbrella. When he opened the envelope, the slightly wet letter was covered with a slightly crooked handwriting due to excitement. There was a plea in his words, a plea that should not have been owned by a proud princess. Looking at the message, he couldn't help feeling a little sad. No matter how strong the girl was, she could not resist the invasion of fear. When she was most afraid, she needed the care of important people the most...

The umbrella left, perhaps with resentment and reluctance, what about the pupa? It was only hiding quietly in the dark corner, crying in depression, and even not daring to amplify the voice, afraid of attracting the attention of parents. The girl's QQ avatar cooled down, and there was only a piece of sad gray, and it would never jump again. The long-distance number that the boy often saved money to call became an empty number, and the email address that often sent letters would only bring back one by one. The boy was afraid to hate himself, forcing himself to forget everything about the girl, forgot the QQ number with that number, and dared not think about it again, forgot the long-distance phone number that could be recited with closed eyes, and dared not recall it again, forgot the address he often cared about at that time, and did not dare to nostalgia for those handwriting. The heart could not bear too much, so he learned to deceive himself and force change

My personality is forcing myself to resent my memories. Does it hurt? Maybe it's already numb? It's still that first love, it's still love, but only one person's love begins to twist and turns into inexplicable hatred. Perhaps the deeper the hatred, the face that disappears with time will have some clarity. In exchange for that clear memory, I don't know what kind of guilty hatred I have to bear. Resentment, pain, memory, I don't know when it was compiled into a trace of a Unobis ring (&, like the word "8", affairs continue to rotate in the trajectory, without ending or ending). Haha, this is the sad human nature, thinking without letting go? I did a lot, but I got deeper and deeper, thinking that the more straightforward I had forgotten, in fact, when I recall it, I will only be sadder.

Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Everything is wrong with her. She didn't wait for me and did not follow the promise she made in the heavy rain!

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I brushed away the tears from the corners of my eyes, put the amulet with the word "umbrella" into my ninja bag, gently wiped the Kyuuba taken out of my hand, curled up, waiting for the arrival of the "sweeping" personnel, haha, ghost man, is what I mean in this world, and I don't need love to get rid of the pain brought by that kind of emotion.

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