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　　Shizuka Hiratsuka felt like he was stabbed in the heart, no matter how good a boyfriend is, it is not his own.

　　"Miss, don't be sad."

　　Nangong Shuoyue looked at Hiratsuka Jing's complicated expression, touched her cheek, and smiled: "I will be responsible~"

　　In a word, let Hiratsuka be cloudy and clear.

　　Looking at her rich expression, Nangong Shuoyue couldn't help but sigh.

　　Quiet and cute can be really fooled.

Chapter [-] Mountain Blowing Flowers Blooming Seven or Eightfold

　　"call…"

　　Yamabuki Otome slowly spit out white mist, and then rubbed her hands.

　　Snow fell, and it was still so cold even in the room.

　　With long black and smooth hair and black pupils, even wearing a gorgeous yukata, it is difficult to hide that very good figure.

　　Dignified and generous temperament, quite gentle.

　　He raised his head slightly and looked out from the window. In the whiteness, snowflakes were falling.

　　"Another year..."

　　Yamabuki Otome sighed faintly, looked at the snowflakes, and began to be in a daze.

　　With the arrival of the new year, her figure is getting better and better with age.

　　With delicate facial features, bright eyes and white teeth, he already has the appearance of sinking fish and falling geese.

　　The skin is fair, even morbidly pale, but it brings a strange beauty.

　　The temperament is more perfect, the posture is graceful and luxurious.

　　At the same time, the abyss of death is getting closer and closer.

　　As a traveler, Yamabuki Otome never thought of doing something big.

　　After all, as a woman, she herself does not have the idea of ​​​​going to the clouds.

　　Even after crossing, it is the same.

　　It's okay to say that she has no ambitions, she is such a person herself.

　　But not unintentionally.

　　There will be joy and pain, but it will not be too moving.

　　It is better to say that it is a Buddhist system than to say that there is no ambition.

　　"Also, this body can't support great ambition."

　　Yamabuki Otome murmured.

　　She has been sick and weak since childhood, and even the daughter of the Wu family cannot change the status quo.

　　If it's modern, it's okay, this is ancient times, and her physique can live for so long is the family's love.

　　"How long can it last..."

　　Yamabuki Otome stretched out her hand, and a snowflake fell into her hand, which did not melt for a long time.

　　Yamabuki Otome froze and closed the window until a gust of cold wind blew.

　　Cold, very cold, the body is cold.

　　As the blood gradually became cold, Yamabuki Otome knew that her life was about to come to an end.

　　Looking up slightly, she saw the decoration hanging on the wall, a knife.

　　This is a sharp weapon. As a martial artist, even the decorations have a fierce aura.

　　"Even the flower of Yamabuki will have the urge to bloom."

　　Gently unsheathed, a touch of cold light flashed, and then gradually, it became beautiful.

　　"The mountain blows withered, quietly disappeared, and danced, the sound of Taki~"

　　With the dance, the blood on Yamabuki Otome began to flow, and an inexplicable aura spread out.

　　As she danced, the breath on her body spread throughout her body, starting to agitate from her heart, and spread to her limbs and bones with blood.

　　A smear of black lines began to bloom, spreading from the heart, forming countless black begonias.

　　Like a natural tattoo, it seems to be alive, constantly changing with her movements.

　　From birth, to flowering, and finally to fading.

　　She was born in a Wu family, the daughter of a Wu family, and studied ancient poetry and prose since childhood.

　　But because he was a transmigrator, he took the initiative to learn swordsmanship when he was conscious.

　　As a human being, her talent is very high.

　　If it weren't for the fact that he was sick and weak, if he was a man, he would definitely be a man of both civil and military skills.

　　Wen Neng put his pen to settle the world, and Wu Neng mounted the horse to set the world.

　　Family members often think so.

　　However, God is so unfair.

　　Concentrating all her talents on her body gave her a sickly body.

　　The cold light is shining, her dancing posture is very beautiful, and the knife is also very cold.

　　She seemed to be dancing, and she seemed to be practicing knife skills.

　　With a sickly body, he continued to dance.

　　There was no sweat on her forehead, and her breathing was never dizzying, always the same.

　　There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, who would know that after this song, it would be her home.

　　The lines that spread all over the body spread all over the face, and the Ditang flower on the side face has already fully bloomed, blooming to the point of beauty, and then began to wither.

　　"It is turbulent, but the flowers are rustling~"

　　The sword light became intense, the sword shadow was heavy, and the sword light and sword shadow danced in the whole room to the point of airtightness, but it did not hurt the surroundings at all.

　　At the end of the song, Yamabuki Otome stopped.

　　Standing in the center of the house, Yamabuki Otome spread her hands and slowly closed her eyes.

　　With a click, the knife broke and fell beside his feet.

　　The slender hand also became weak, and the handle of the knife fell, hitting the ground with a soft sound.

　　"time to go……"

　　No unwillingness, no nostalgia, no regrets.

　　Even if there is, it is just plain as water.

　　The world is very small, as small as this yard, as small as this house, as small as this small bed.

　　Yamabuki Otome fell backwards, her life came to an end.

　　"Perfect song."

　　The corners of Yamabuki Otome's mouth slowly lifted, revealing a shocking smile.

　　Although she had reached the end of her life at such a young age, she was already in her thirties and almost forty years old, including her previous life.

　　No matter how much regret, I have already stayed in that world when I died in my previous life.

　　Win it, lose it, be sad, be happy, live or die.

　　Nothing to worry about.

　　Being human is the most beautiful thing in the world.

　　Too much extravagance is useless.

　　Flowers bloom and fade, and it's just a reincarnation of another life.

　　"Really, do you have any regrets?"

　　He fell to the ground, his body temperature dropped rapidly, and his heartbeat gradually stopped beating.

　　Then, she heard her own voice.

　　But it is different from her blandness, her tenderness, and her grace.

　　The same nice voice, but insidious and cold.

　　"You, are you willing?"

　　Falling into the darkness, a faint ripple appeared, and then Yamabuki Otome opened her eyes and found a mirror in front of her.

　　black mirror.

　　The person in front of him was wearing a black dress, with straight black hair and black pupils, completely covered by darkness.

　　She has exactly the same face as her, the only difference is the expression.

　　Her expression was full of calmness and a touch of tenderness.

　　In contrast, the expression of the person in front of him was extremely pale, with a sense of insidiousness and coldness.

　　"If you weren't sick and weak, you would definitely become the arrogance of this era, and even make a name for it in history~"

　　The black Yamabuki Otome said lightly, "Are you really willing?"

　　"who are you?"

　　Yamabuki Otome looked surprised, but it was only fleeting.

　　"I am you!"