Knights Don’t Need a Youth Love Story

Compared with the man's smile, this smile is very innocent.

But it seems to be hiding something.

Chapter 319 The little girl who sold matches died that night

Looking at the match handed in front of him, the man was slightly taken aback.

matches?

Does anyone still sell matches in this day and age?

It's not that men haven't seen people who are still using matches.

There are many self-proclaimed smokers who always say that only people who really like smoking will use matches to light cigarettes.

Because lighters can affect the taste of smoke.

He was noncommittal about this claim.

Because he felt no difference.

In his eyes, this statement is nothing more than that some people are different to reflect their own.

After carefully observing the little girl, the man noticed something unusual.

The little girl in front of her looked obviously not Japanese, and the clothes on her body were very similar to the style of the European Middle World.

Although the ragged clothes that can barely wrap around the body can't see any patterns, but men who have watched many film and television works still think so.

The man hadn't thought about why this little girl was obviously not Japanese but spoke Japanese.

Or why the other party is not speaking Japanese, but he can understand it.

'Could it be that! ’

In an instant, the man thought of a possibility.

Obviously not from this era, a little girl who sells matches. . . .

The man's heart was pounding.

He thought of a setting that often appears in novels.

‘Crossing? ! ’

Thinking of this, the way the man looked at the little girl was obviously different.

Originally, I just came out to satisfy my little hobby, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing? !

It's amazing!

Everyone should have seen this, this guy is a pervert.

And it's the worst kind.

A scumbag that even Diablo doesn't look down on.

The best destination for this kind of guy is to be killed, disappear into this world, and make a contribution to the purification of this world.

"Well, little sister, can uncle ask you a few questions?"

Bending down, the man asked with a 'kind' smile on his face.

Facing this wretched smile that was enough to scare the child into crying, the little girl just smiled:

"If you would like to buy matches, sir."

At the same time, he handed the match forward and handed it over.

Looking at the smile on the little girl's face, the smile on the man's face was even greater.

In a hurry, he took out a few coins from his clothes and handed them to the little girl.

If what he thinks is true, what is this small amount of money?

After taking the money, the little girl calmly folded the money and put it in her patched pocket.

There are several copper plates faintly visible, which should be medieval coins.

After putting the money away, the little girl carefully selected from the basket, and finally found a match that didn't look so wet and handed it to the man.

"Sir, your match."

Looking at the little girl's sweet smile, the man felt that his heart was about to melt.

Hastily took the match, the man was about to ask the little girl.

However, the sudden burning match interrupted his words.

Feeling the heat of his fingertips, the man was stunned for two seconds.

Although he has not used matches for many years, it is impossible for the match to burn so moist.

Not to mention spontaneous combustion.

This is obviously not right.

"Sir, do you have any questions?"

However, the little girl's words interrupted the man's doubts.

Looking at the little girl's smile, the man instantly put his doubts behind him.

It doesn't matter, the most important thing is to quickly gain the trust of the little girl.

"Can you tell uncle your name?"

With a smile on his face, the man looked at the little girl and asked.

What the man didn't notice was the slight wrinkling of the skin at the tips of the **** he held the match.

It's like the skin of an old man.

Under the flickering firelight, the man seemed to see a charred and hideous face through the little girl's smile.

There seems to be a burning smell in the nose.

After chatting for a long time, the man gained a deep understanding of this little girl.

She didn't know why she was here.

It was her bad-tempered father who ordered her to sell matches, and she also had a dead grandmother who was very good to her.

'Perfect fit. ’

The man's heart beat fast.

Under the excitement, he felt that his breathing was starting to become difficult.

Unexpectedly, a guy like him who is not good at anything can have such a lucky day.

Sure enough, good things happen in life.

"Then, little sister, would you like to go home with your uncle?"

The man said in a husky voice while licking his dry lips.

However, there is no wet feeling on the lips at all.

Is it because you are too excited?

The man thought excitedly.

Also, he was thrilled just thinking about the days ahead.

"I think so too."

The voice like an angel came out, and it was completely two extremes from the previous sound like sandpaper rubbing.

The little girl smiled slightly and said something to the man that made him feel hot:

"But uncle, you don't seem to live much longer?"

The voice fell, and the man's mind instantly woke up.

Raising his hand, he saw wrinkled and shriveled skin.

It was only time for a conversation, but he was as old as a dying old man.

"What exactly is going on?"

The man gasped and asked, what was exhaled from his chest was not air, but black smoke.

There seemed to be a flame burning under the shriveled skin, making him extremely painful.

Covering his throat, the man fell to the ground weakly.

The match in his hand was thrown not far away, and the flame on the head of the match burned quietly, without causing any impact on the surrounding things.

"Cough cough!"

"It's so hot! It's so hot!"

Although the man coughed violently, the flame on the match began to flicker.

Just like this flame. . . .

It is the fire of a man's life.

At some point, the flame of the match shot up violently.

The man who was kneeling on the ground suddenly burst into a hot flame.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The moaning man rolled on the ground, but no trace was left on the ground.

Looking up with difficulty, what the man saw was not a cute little girl, but a charred corpse.

The charred corpse showed him a gentle smile, just like the little girl.

Soon, the flames went out.

Gently sweeping away the black ashes on the ground, the little girl picked up a few matches and put them in the basket.

The little girl who sold matches died on that cold night.

However, when people found her body, they were surprised to find that she was burned to death.

On that cold night, in search of warmth, the little girl struck matches one by one.

In the end, she burns herself as a match.

Humming a pleasant ditty, the little girl left the park.

Chapter three hundred and twentieth see the parents

"Ding dong~"

"I'm coming."

After the doorbell rang, Ping Zeyu immediately put down the guitar in his hand and trotted all the way to the door.

"Mom, let me come."

After talking to his mother, Yui Hirazawa stepped on his slippers and walked out of the entrance.

Because it is usually well taken care of, the courtyard of Pyeongtaek Yu's house is quite clean.

Even running barefoot is not a big problem.

"Good morning Xiaozhen."

After opening the door, Ping Ze Yu happily said to Luo Zhen.

Very naturally ignoring the messy hairstyle of Ping Zeyu, Luo Zhen said to Ping Zeyu:

"Good morning."

After leading Luo Zhen into the house, Ping Zewei kept talking to Luo Zhen.

The content is probably my own mood, my parents' complaints about myself last night, etc.

Speaking of this, Hiraizawa Yui felt like he had endless things to say.