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That is this time, a girl, and my own age appeared in front of me, her fair skinned, pupil blue cold. She was a motionless watching me, eyes indifference, and then she approached me, she took pinv deposited in my wounds, her fingers, the biting cold.
I have lifeless to sleep, my chest pain has a vague dry and hot. Vaguely, her cold hand on my forehead, sliding, and then with liquid poured down my throat. Her body, good aroma, like his mother's quiet figure disappeared in the Syphony of the flame once again, I heard she was lovingly called to me, and woke up lying on the ground around pivy and a little Scions Of Fate money, that little girl has disappeared, only to remember her cold pupil, faint fragrance.
Ten days later the night, I sneaked into Murong Villa. Night so quiet, everything is silent, the sky dotted with faint moon Seiki. Full moon, tomorrow turn incomplete. When I was a sword pierce-San abdomen when I saw him in the eyes of fear, despair, filled with blood gradually slack off from time. I laughed, and then heard the bottom of my heart a voice saying, "Killing him."
Nightingale's call and torn desolate dark sky, they are like the lonely brids, by itself, I watched the sky, his eyes dull, I try to run forward with, I saw Murong Villa blazing torch, lit up the whole sky.
Liu is a cliff, I ran to an end, I stood on the edge of a cliff towering, heard voices foot of the mountain. Days at dawn, the golden warmth of the sun spreading to the earth Cecil, as the mother's embrace. I jump, the most decisve and gesture. Suddenly the sky became gray-bown, ear bitter wind is blowing in the wind swept my skin, like a knife, I close my eyes, I heard the mother's call.
Burst of sound from heaven crack rocks, I had time to think, all of sudden feeling of falling into a determined, strong arms, I looked upward, and stay in the air, is a cold resolute face. It was the first time, I saw my teacher, he named no sword.
Four, time
My teacher no sword, never laughed before. His fundus, there is always a blur of deep sadness sadly. From the first moment, I saw him, his grief will be flowing out. Evening, he would stand Hyun Bo bridge, shadow bleak, lonely, behind him, setting sun, such as blood.
I always sparse in the afternoon sunshine, he saw his master sword dance, his sky blue colored robes creaked in the wind. Sword through the throat of the claw Moutain Charm, spilled a dazzling red. He gracefully accept his sword, silver light in his fingertips soul stirring.
